A/N:

Disclaimer: Still don't own any of PJO or Hamilton, unfortunately

This took wayy too long to write. I need more inspo for this

-Percy's POV-

Wow, the George Washington. If Annabeth was here she would be freaking out. "So you're George Washington, huh?" I stupidly asked.

"So the gods have spoken well of me?"

"One could put it that way," I responded. I felt like I should know everything about this man considering all the history lessons I sat through. Okay, to be fair I did sleep through most of them.

He continued to stare at me. Oops, I forgot to introduce myself. "I'm Perseus Jackson. It would be impossible for the gods to have already told you about me."

I shook hands with George while he nodded, "What can I do for you Mr. Jackson?"

Shit, should've used a fake name. "Well, you see, I'm not from here."

George smiled, "Well, then let me welcome you to New York."

"Thank you," I started. "But I actually am from New York, Sir, just not... now."

George sat down, rubbing his temples. "So are you from the past or future?"

"Future."

George nodded again. "I won't ask you any questions about it, for fear of messing it up."

It was my turn to nod. "Thank you."

George frowned, "I cannot say the same for the rest of the people. Perhaps you shouldn't tell anyone of the nature of your arrival."

"That I can agree on."

George had the same face Annabeth had when she was thinking about something. "Forgive me if I'm being too forward," he finally said, "but what are you?"

"Ah," I laughed. "Well, I was a demigod, son of Poseidon. Then, I took on the Curse of Achilles, which makes me nearly invincible. And just today, right before I showed up and scared your friend, I was made immortal."

George hummed.

I continued, "I can die in battle, like the Hunters. You know the Hunters, right?"

"Yes we've crossed paths before, I was almost turned into a Jackalope."

I had to suppress my laughter. "Lady Artemis threatened the same towards me before."

It was now George's turn to suppress his laughter.

Thinking about the Hunters is making me miss Thalia and our constant fighting and head butting. It also reminded me that Zöe is alive in this era. I need to talk to her once or twice.

Then a thought dawned on me, "Oh."

George looked up at me and raised an eyebrow.

"Um, sorry. I just realized that I'm going to be stuck in the past until my time passes," I stammered out.

George tilted his head, "The gods can't send you back?"

"No," I shook my head. "Because Kronos sent me back."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Ah, you said you wouldn't ask," I replied.

George laughed, "You know, I don't really want to know anyway."

There was a silence for a few seconds before George asked, "So what shall I introduce you as?"

"We'll keep my name, Perseus Jackson, but you can introduce me as a distant relative of yours on your mother's side. It's true."

"What about the other demigods of this time?" George asked.

"They can know I'm a son of Poseidon. Also that one man, that shot me upon arriving, he should probably know about all of this."

George nodded, "Yes, Hamilton is a mortal with sight."

"Oh that's good, less explaining to do," I responded, thinking about the first time I met Rachel. She still hasn't forgiven me for swiping her with my sword. I smiled. It's going to be a long 200 and some years.

"Well," George's voice knocked me out of my thoughts. "I should call Hamilton back in here. I can introduce you, and then I'll explain a bit more about the mythological world. I should also continue the conversation I was having with him before you popped in."

"Oh, yeah. Sorry about that," I rubbed the back of my neck.

"It's alright," George said as he walked outside to find Hamilton.

I was left alone. The office space was tiny, but to be fair it was located in a tent. 1777. So American just gained their independence? Or is that not right? Aren't there a bunch of wars going on? Gods, I wish I would've payed more attention in history class.

After all those thoughts and more rolled through my head, George came back with Hamilton in tow. George returned to his side of the desk, leaving Hamilton to stand next to me.

"Hamilton this is Perseus Jackson, Perseus this is Alexander Hamilton," George said while sitting down.

Hamilton and I shook hands, and we sat down. He cleared his throat, "I'm sorry for shooting you."

"Oh. Um, it's alright. Clearly I'm fine," I responded, quite awkwardly I might add.

This time George cleared his throat, "Perseus is a distant relative on my mother's side."

"Ah," Hamilton nodded, but then he started to frown. "I've never heard you speak of your mother before."

"Indeed, I don't speak of her very often," he mumbled something else after that. It strangely sounded like, 'with mortals around.'

I decided to chime in, "My father and General Washington's grandfather are brothers. His mother is very smart and many people admire her for that. One could say he gets his war smarts from her."

George shook his head and laughed. "Yes, one could say that, Perseus."

I wanted to tell George to call me Percy, but I thought it was an inopportune time for that.

"Hamilton," George started, "we have some important things to tell you, and I would appreciate it if you didn't interrupt me while doing so."

Hamilton was about to open his mouth, but George glared at him, making him stop his sentence before he even started.

"Good, now where do I start?" George looked to me.

"Um." Well, why not just jump right to the chase? "Hamilton, have you heard of the Greek Gods?" I asked.

Hamilton nodded his head.

"Good," I paused to look up at George who nodded for me to continue. "Well, they're real. Zeus, Poseidon, Athena, all of them. They're all real."

Hamilton looked confused.

"I'm a son of Athena," George said. "Lafayette is a son of Aphrodite, Laurens is a legacy of Hermes, and Burr is a son of Hades."

I was taken back to hear that someone was a son of Hades. I forgot that the pact hadn't been made yet. It's going to be really weird having a bunch of mini Zeus, Hades, and Poseidons running around. I've gotten so used to just the three of us.

"What about Mulligan?" Hamilton asked.

"He's, ironically, just a mortal," responded George.

I cocked my head at that. "Why is that ironic?"

George turned towards me, "Because his first name is Hercules."

"Ah," I nodded.

Hamilton took a beat to think about what he just learned. "So, Mulligan is a mortal, like me? I'm not the only mortal around here?"

"There are plenty of mortals around here, Hamilton, it's just mostly everyone who is of import is a demigod," he paused. "Plus, you are a mortal with sight, Mulligan is just a mortal."

Hamilton looked like he didn't understand what that meant.

"What he means," I started, "is that you can see the monsters. You can see the things normal mortals can't see because of the Mist. The Mist is a fog that alters what mortals see. Mortals only see what their minds want to see. They don't see the chaos that ensues day to day because of the gods, their children, or monsters. And, yes, monsters exist. I'd imagine that's what you'd see most of."

Hamilton looked awed, "That explains so much."

George nodded. "I've been meaning to tell you this."

There was silence for a while. I was honestly surprised Hamilton took this so well. Good for him.

BOOM!

I jumped out of my seat, as the other two men in the room stayed still. Was that a cannon? What the Tartarus? I guess we are in the middle of a war.

"As I was saying, before my- cousin dropped in," George continued like he didn't just heard a cannon go off, "Hamilton, I'm promoting you to be my right hand man."

"That's an honor, Sir, thank you."

They both stood up and shook hands. As George escorted him out of the tent I said, "Congratulations," to Hamilton.

George came back and sat down again. "I'm glad you showed up at this time. We're outmanned compared to the British. We could use every extra person we can get, especially if they're invincible."

"I'd be glad to help," I responded, even though I was honestly so done with wars.

We continued to talk about the war that was currently raging, bouncing strategy plans off each other.

George pointed out that it was odd how well we were getting along because, usually, children of Poseidon and Athena don't get along.

I hummed while moving little figurines around a map. "Oh, yeah, my- friend is a daughter of Athena. We butt heads a lot, but I've learned how to get along with her... and how not to piss her off."

George laughed. Whether it was at the prospect of a son of Poseidon and a daughter of Athena dating or the fact that I was being so blunt, I'll never know.

I could only think one thing after that, I miss Annabeth.