It's a Family Matter

Summary: One is a Human Prime and the other a Demigod. It was supposed to be a somewhat quiet family reunion of their moms. However, with Percy's magnet of bad luck and Sam's fate with alien robots, things just couldn't get any worse. Could they?

Rating: T for language, violence, etc…

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers nor do I own Percy Jackson and the Olympians. If you don't know who they belong to, Wikipedia is there for you to look up. I only own the plot.

A/N: While on a writer's block on my other fanfics I couldn't resist in writing this up as it was stuck on my mind and had to get it out. Not sure about whether I'll continue on but I'll see how things go as I wrote this for fun.

This happens after the 5th book of PJO (the Last Olympian) and after the 2nd movie of Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen. Both Sam and Percy are roughly 19-20 years old. For Transformers, Arcee (fembot) never died in the 2nd installment of the movies. Hope this clears it up.

Mind my grammar, English is not my first language, and I don't have any beta for this fic.

Enjoy!

Prologue: 'A Dead Problem'

"The report of my death was an exaggeration." ~ Mark Twain

Hades was not a happy god.

Well, still, he wasn't really the cheerful type of god.

At least not for the past century.

Human population was without a doubt swollen his kingdom to the fact he had to open sub-divisions for more staff and more room for the dead. He used to have control over the precious metals of the earth. Yet, with amount of mortals that were dying in the past century alone, his expenses had risen up the roof that he wasn't really rich any more. There were more than enough souls he had to keep in check, and he still had to keep an eye on what was going on in the mortal world and on Olympus.

Being the Lord of the Dead was a busy job.

And seriously, he really didn't need any more problems to add to it.

However, the Fates seemed to be feeling rather cruel on him and dropped him a present.

Well, presents were more like it.

Over the last two years there were very weird souls that came into the Underworld. At first he had suspected that they we the souls of monsters or perhaps other extremely large creatures. However, what Hades did not expect was to have alien souls to enter his realm. Their sheer size wasn't helping matters as he was well aware of having space deficiencies.

Just what he needed.

More souls.

Alien souls.

Fortunately for him, most of them weren't exact what many would call good 'people', so he chucked them easily into the Fields of Punishment. Although for the louder mouthed ones, he threw them into Tartarus. What did they say they were? Deceptions? Wait, Decepticons? Not that he cared. Still, it wasn't really comforting to manage alien deaths for that matter.

I don't think my job description there was anything mentioned about aliens.

While Lord of the Dead was highly aware they came from a different world from distant Suns, without a doubt their creator were no doubt other Gods from a different realm. Supposedly they were here right now meant their deaths were under his jurisdiction. With the baddies in the place where they deserved it, Hades had no problem with. Nevertheless he had one problem that was bugging him.

Fine! It's driving me crazy!

Hades grumbled when he heard the Three Fates who came in and reported that among the alien souls there was one of them that was presumed to be 'not-the-time-to-die-yet' situation. The three old hags who were the life-thread reapers mentioned that the alien that was an 'Autobot' had time to live for more eons and oddly enough, his life thread was intact despite the fact he was in the Underworld. A highly weird anomaly, but what gives? Since the 'living' did not belong in the Underworld, that would mean this alien had to be returned to the mortal world.

What was his name again? Was it Jazz?

Abnormal alien, naming itself after human music.

Returning him back to the mortal world was not going to be an easy task. Hades was not inclined in shoving the alien soul into a newborn baby or a person who just died. The soul was not suited to inside a human body, or any other creature on Earth. Yes, the body of the alien wasn't easy to dispose of or destroyed by Earth's nature course. The only problem was that the body was located deep under the sea…

…which was Poseidon's domain.

GREAT.

He rolled his eyes. Good luck in getting there… sure, he was in better terms nowadays with both of his brothers Zeus and Poseidon. Apparently, the sea wasn't exactly neutral ground for him. Not that he was afraid of the God of the Seas, but Hades wasn't comfortable with the fact his brother had a large advantage over him in the water. Plus he didn't like water in the first place and would rather not get soaking wet. Maybe he should just send one of his furies to leave the soul wandering forever on earth. No! His reputation as a Lord of the Dead wouldn't really be good afterward, and he only recently made a good image after the battle with Kronos.

Or…

He could always drop the task to his 'dear' nephew.

Percy Jackson.

A wide smirk appeared on his lips.

TBC…

Short, I know, but it isn't really the shortest prologue I've written. Just an intro how things start off even if it's a cliffhanger.

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