AND here is another completely ADD story that I came up with and finished at 2 in the morning last night. I was having issues with my other stories, and I find that sometimes if I start something else, ideas come to me. That being said, I still will get back to my other stories. For those who have been reading my other ones, you know that I don't usually ever follow canon, but this time I did. Well, for the most part. A lot of the parts that you will see were originally from the book itself, they fit the situation and I put the story about word for word as best as I could. Also. Alyse is my new character. It will be pretty obvious who her parent is at some point, (and the title) so I needed to tweak the story just a bit. Also, the prophecies will change a little bit, and I am debating making Annabeth a major character. Because of Lys...I'm going to have to say she probably won't be. Now please don't get angry, I know people really like Percy and her as a couple, I do too normally, but I couldn't help but find it necessary to branch off of that for once. My friend PhoenixFire53, who has a story that she has not finished, was the inspiration for this story. I read hers, remembered I liked it, and started my own. Alyse has many talents that you will see. She is a street rat, and had to fend for herself for most of her life. Her backstory will come in later. This chapter was purely introductions and mayhem. I have her swearing a bit, she is a bit like me in that, I swear a lot. So I guess her character is based slightly off of me. Personality at least. Looks no. This takes place over the first two chapters.

Alyse: You talk way too much. Can you just get on with the story?

Fire: Well, you got my impatience too. *Sighhh* yeah yeah

Alyse: Alrighty!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the original characters from Percy Jackson and The Lightning Thief, I only own Alyse and Gabby at this point. I do own the newer parts to the story, but none-the-less, all credits go to Rick Riordan.

"Good idea you said. It will be fun you said. Where did you get the idea that this was fun?!" I demanded as I snuck over to the exhibit door that was closed for maintenance. Gabby was close behind me, a smirk on her face.

"Actually, I just wanted you to pick the lock so I can get in, you don't have to follow me." I tapped my head on the door, a glare forming on my face.

"I can't believe you want to illegally sneak into a room with a dead body. Why not something more interesting." I commented, mostly under my breath.
"Come on Lys! Its not that bad. You act like I'm going to steal something! Just pick my lock and you can be on your way!" She hugged my arm. I sighed and turned my attention to the lock. There was two actually. One was a standard key lock, use the right pick and the door unlocks. The other was a keypad. A bit harder to manage. I pulled my bag over my shoulder and grabbed a pencil. Gabby watched in fascination.

"How about you stand watch, make sure I'm not seen, huh?" I recommended. We were supposed to be on a school trip to the Greek Mythology Exhibit at the Met, but Gabby was dead set on staying away from there. I knew more than most kids from our school knew anyway, I actually enjoyed reading up on that stuff, as if reading was easy for me. I had one of the worst cases of dyslexia you could imagine. I got headaches that lasted for minutes on end, sometimes longer than an hour. I used one of my knives, not that hard to sneak into a museum it was hidden inside the body of an actually functioning pen, to sharpen the wood off of the pencil, then grabbed a piece of paper and scraped the graphite into a powder. I then lifted it, careful not to spill any, and blew the homemade finger print powder onto the buttons of the keypad. Trace amounts of the powder stuck to three numbers on the pad. I used my partially torn piece of paper and wrote out as many combinations for the numbers 158, as possible. I reasoned that the orders 1-5-8 and 8-5-1 were not the ones used, they were too easy. I then tried to think of another one. The one that was most likely was 8-1-5. The eight key held more powder than the other two, leading me to believe it was the first key in the combination. Using a piece of paper, I put the key in, and heard a beep of confirmation. A sigh escaped my mouth, and I realized that I'd been holding my breath. Gabby smiled behind me, and prodded my shoulder in glee.

"I knew you could crack that code. One more lock!" I nodded and grabbed the small ring on my keychain where there were several small bits of metal. I unclipped one, and stuck it in the bottom of the keyhole. I then took another off and used it to feel the inside of the keyhole, checking the sequence of springs for what height they had, and what shape metal bit I could use.

"They could have used a harder lock to pick. This was so simple." I muttered under my breath. While it may have seemed like this took a while, it actually took only about two minutes. Finally I got the lock turned, and I opened the door for Gabby, and watched her walk inside, before I turned and started to walk back to where the rest of the class, supervised by Mr. Brunner, the Latin teacher, and Mrs. Dodds, the pre-algebra teacher, was eating lunch. I pulled mine out of the bag it was in and sat alone. I watched as one of the obnoxious girls of the class, didn't even bother remembering her name, was bullying one of the boys of the class. He was slightly a loner as well, hanging out with a crippled boy. Both of them were trying to get the girl to stop, when suddenly the water seemed to rise up and grab her, pulling her into the fountain. I couldn't help the laugh that burst from my lips as I watched the two boys stare in horror at the soaked girl who was screaming at him. Both teachers rushed over, Mr. Brunner helping the girl up as best he could, him being in a wheelchair and all, and Mrs. Dodds shepherded the frightened boy away from his friend and into the Met. I was slightly confused by this and followed them all the way to the Greek Exhibit. Once there I hid a column and just listened.

"You've been giving us problems, honey." She started. Her nasty sounding voice sending chills down my spine.

"Yes, ma'am." The boy agreed, obviously only saying it to trying and get a lesser punishment.

"Did you really think you could get away with it?" She asked again. I glanced around the stone and watched the woman play with her cuffs. She always wore these nasty leather jackets.

"I-I'll try harder." He responded stuttering.

"We are not fools Percy Jackson, it was only a matter of time before we found you out. Confess, and you will suffer less pain." At this comment, I noticed the evil look on the teachers face, and I also noticed the boy, Percy, seemed to have no idea what she was talking about.

"Well?" She demanded.

"Ma'am, I don't…" Percy started to explain but she interrupted him.

"Times up!" She hissed at him. As I watched, she started to transform into some bat creature. It was then that I realized that she was a Fury. A fricken Fury! Straight from the myths. Without realizing he was behind me, Mr. Brunner wheeled his chair around me, a certain glint in his eye.

"What Ho! Percy!" He shouted, throwing a pen at the boy, who caught it on reflex. In his moment of distraction, the Fury lunged at Percy. I stepped in though and tackled the winged mythological creature to the ground.

"What is this?! Another godling?!" It hissed, swiping at me with its talons. I ducked under them feeling the wind as they passed over me. Another swipe came soon after and I jumped back, barely avoiding them. I then fell to the ground, and was hit across the face with one of the sharp talons. I moved back just in time to only take surface damage, a cut that ran from one ear, across my nose, and to the other ear, on my skin only. As she was focused on me, Percy was having a dandy conversation with Mr. Brunner.

"A little help here! Bleeding from the face!" I shouted at them, pulling Percy's attention to me. He was a slightly scrawny boy.

"Uncap the pen!" Mr. Brunner instructed. As I watched, the pen became a bronze sword. It looked like one of the one's kept on exhibit here, except newer. I stood, and wiping some of the blood from my lower face, I kept the nasty creature distracted, jumping around and taunting her. Percy then charged in behind me, I felt his presence near me, and I moved just in time for him to slice the Fury in half. She burst into dust, leaving no trace of the creature, save a few piles on the floor. Sat down hard, suddenly feeling the pain in my face. Before I knew it however, I was back outside the building, no longer bleeding, and alone. Gabby came and found me, having found some amazing hieroglyphs.

"You will never believe what just happened with Mrs. Dodds!" I started to tell her, but a blank look on her face told me to hold off.

"Who is Mrs. Dodds?" She asked. I gave her an eye roll.

"Our pre-algebra teacher. You know, the creepy lady with the leather jackets who has never liked either of us?" I explained.

"Our teacher's name is Mrs. Kerr…how could you get that mixed up with Dodds? Such a weird name." Gabby sat next to me, holding an umbrella over my head. I hadn't even noticed it was raining. I glanced at where Percy sat, he seemed to be having a similar conversation to the one I just had. He looked confused and frustrated. I stood up to go over there, but he went back to Mr. Brunner, still holding the pen/sword. He handed it back over, and had an even more confused look than before. So he doesn't know what's going on either. The rest of the year was weird as hell for me. It seemed like no one, in the whole school, had ever heard of a Mrs. Dodds, and the new woman, Mrs. Kerr, who was an always happy blonde woman, was a complete opposite to the other woman. I thought of trying to talk to Percy about this, but he seemed to have accepted the change. The only reminder of that whole experience was a small scar on my face, almost unnoticeable, that ran from one side to the other. Everyone claimed that it was there for as long as they'd known me. I knew I'd only had it since the school trip. This whole thing was screwed up, so I went straight to the boy who was always with Percy.

"Alright, I know something is up here. No one just up and forgets a teacher not five minutes after losing them. And, I've only had this scar since that stupid trip, not my whole life. I would remember, I was there. Spill." I confronted the boy. Upon closer inspection it was hard to believe this guy was in sixth grade. He had stubble on his face, and he had the worst case of acne I'd ever seen. I mean I was mature for my age, swearing before everyone else did, and all that stuff, but he was beyond his years.

"I-I-I don't know what you mean." He avoided eye contact.

"Bull-crap." I accused.

"I can't tell you." He then continued.

"More bull-crap. I was there. I remember it clearly. I need to know that I'm not crazy, that Percy isn't thinking the same thing. He is right outside the door anyway, why not let him in?" He did, and then told us both to leave him alone. Eventually, I realized that I was so focused on finding the truth, that I was failing in every one of my classes. I had a temper to begin with, but it was nothing compared to Percy calling our English teacher and old sot. We both were put in the office for that one.

"Why are you here with me?" He asked after I sat down next to him.

"Cause when I started laughing at him, he asked me why. And I told him he WAS an old sot, so he sent me." I shrugged.

"Do you really remember what happened at the museum?" He asked me.

"I have the scar to prove it." I turned towards him. He flinched and looked down at his worn down sneakers.

"Sorry I didn't save you sooner." He apologized.

"You didn't have any idea what you were doing. You were up against a Fury. She was trying to kill you." I laughed. It was the easiest way to deal with the issue.

"I never even heard your name." He laughed with me.

"Lys. Well, its Alyse, but Gabby calls me Lys." I answered him.

"I'm Percy." He put his hand out. I took his hand in mine, and as soon as we touched our hands shocked us. I pulled back, moving my fingers to stop the numbness. He did the same and finally we were called to the office. That was really weird. The news that we were given was not what I wanted to hear. We both were to leave the academy after the year ended. I sighed as I left, Percy making a similar noise behind me.

"That makes 5." I spoke. Percy nodded.

"About the same for me." His friend, whose name I found out was Grover, tried to reassure us that it was probably for the best, and that the school wasn't the best for us. Exams came around, and I didn't even try to study for them, it wouldn't matter anyway. The night before the Latin exam I heard a knock on my door. I opened it to find Percy standing on the other side.

"Can't study?" He asked me. I gave him a look. Over time we'd come to be pretty good friends, realizing that we both had similar interests, and the fact that we both had been all over the place.

"I don't bother seeing as how I don't have to place for next year." I shrugged. He nodded and sat on my bed.

"Wanna go talk to Mr. Brunner, some last minute advice?" He asked.

"Why not." I sighed and followed him. We made our way down to the rooms where the teachers had their offices. Mr. Brunners light was on, and there were voices inside.

"…Worried about them both sir." Grovers voice came from inside the room. I walked to the other side of the door, making no noise, and listened closely.

"... Alone this summer, " Grover was saying. "I mean, a Kindly One in the school! Now that we know for sure, and they know too-"

"We would only make matters worse by rushing them, " Mr. Brunner said. "We need them to mature more. "
"But he may not have time. Alyse is slightly safer but the summer solstice dead-line-" "Will have to be resolved without him, Grover. Let them both enjoy their ignorance while they still can. "
"But they both saw her…and Alyse was injured protecting Percy!"

"Their imagination, " Mr. Brunner insisted. "The Mist over the students and staff will be enough to convince them of that. "
"Sir, I ... I can't fail in my duties again. " Grover's voice was choked with emotion. "You know what that would mean. "
"You haven't failed, Grover, " Mr. Brunner said kindly. "I should have seen her for what she was. Now let's just worry about keeping Percy and Alyse alive until next fall-" I gasped involuntarily as Percy grabbed my wrist from behind me. I was so focused on the conversation that had just happened that I hadn't noticed him move. Mr. Brunner stopped midsentence. He'd noticed that we were there. I dragged Percy behind me, and down the hall into a room that was unlocked. I closed the door and put my back to it. Breathing hard, I heard the sounds of hooves on the floor, not just one set, but what sounded like two different animals with hooves. Somewhere in the hallway, Mr. Brunner spoke.

"Nothing, " he murmured. "My nerves haven't been right since the winter solstice. "
"Mine neither, " Grover said. "But I could have sworn ... "
"Go back to the dorm, " Mr. Brunner told him. "You've got a long day of exams tomorrow. "

"Don't remind me. " Grover groaned. Finally the lights went out in Mr. Brunners office. We still waited for what seemed like hours, just to make sure no one was around, and ended up back in our rooms. I didn't realize I'd been holding Percy's hand until we got to his room. I let go and said goodnight, hugging him slightly, hoping to reassure him just as much as myself.

Leaving the test the next day, I realized I was walking out with Percy. He gave me a look that told me everything. I gave him the same, there was no way that I got any of those names correct at all.

"Percy, Alyse. Don't be discouraged about leaving Yancy. It's ... It's for the best." His tone was kind, but the words still embarrassed me. Even though he was speaking quietly, the other kids finishing the test could hear.

"Okay sir." Percy mumbled. He seemed to be really upset about leaving.

"I mean ..." Mr. Brunner wheeled his chair back and forth, like he wasn't sure what to say.

"This isn't the right place for you both. It was only a matter of time. " I was suddenly feeling upset. Here was my favorite teacher, in front of the class, telling me I couldn't handle it. After saying he believed in me all year, now he was telling me I was destined to get kicked out.

"Right, " I said, trembling.

"No, no, " Mr. Brunner said. "Oh, confound it all. What I'm trying to say ... You're not normal, Percy, Alyse. That's nothing to be-"

"Thanks. Thanks for reminding me." Percy said, grabbing my wrist and dragging me behind him. I could feel the tears streaming down my face, and I wasn't normally a big crier. I never used to show that much emotion, but this year was hellish for both of us. We found a place in the courtyard after that to just calm down. I cried a bit more, letting it out so that I could move on. Percy rubbed my back a few times, showing his care. Finally we both went back, and I had to start packing. Not that I had anywhere to go anyway. I was one of those kids who was brought into the school with the hopes of them bettering themselves, and the school hoped to better the city. I was homeless.

"You heading home?" I asked Percy, as he was saying goodbye with Grover.

"Yeah, how about you." He asked in response. I shook my head.

"I don't have a place, I was wondering if I could crash with you guys…" I muttered, barely loud enough to be heard.

"Oh god yeah! You don't have a place to go then sure, my mom would love you!" Percy clapped my back. I smiled at him softly, then we got our stuff together. We thought that this was the last time we were going to see Grover, but it turned out he was with us in the Greyhound bus. He looked nervous, well, even more nervous than normal, and I couldn't help but notice that he looked at everyone as though they were a possible enemy. Finally, I could tell that Percy couldn't take it either.

"Looking for Kindly Ones?" We both asked at the same time. We laughed at each other a bit, but Grover wasn't laughing.

"Wha-what do you mean?"
I confessed about us eavesdropping on him and Mr. Brunner the night before the exam. Grover's eye twitched.

"How much did you hear?"
"Oh ... Not much. What's the summer solstice dead-line?" Percy continued, asking more in-depth questions. Grover winced.

"Look, Percy, Alyse...I was just worried for you guys, see? I mean, both of you hallucinating about demon math teachers ... "
"Grover-" I tried to interrupt but he was on a roll.
"And I was telling Mr. Brunner that maybe you both were overstressed or something, because there was no such person as Mrs. Dodds, and ... "

"Grover, you're a really, really bad liar. " Percy stopped him. Finally Grover calmed down a bit, and with a sigh handed us both some slightly worn out business cards. I could barely read it because of my dyslexia and I could tell Percy was struggling too, but finally I could make it out.

Grover Underwood

Keeper

Half-Blood Hill

Long Island, New York

(800)009-0009

"What's with the keeper bit? Some position in one of those Harry Potter Quiditch matches?" I muttered. Grover shook his head.

"If you guys need me this summer, you have to call me. Anything weird, or if you're in danger some how." He spoke quickly.

"What's Half-" Percy started asking but Grover put his hand over his mouth.

"Don't say it out loud! That's my um…summer address." He lied through his teeth again. Percy had bought it though, his shoulders sagged slightly. Yancy was for rich kids, and both of us were always the odd ones out. Thinking about Yancy made me think about Gabby.

"Crap! I forgot to say goodbye to Gabby!" I cursed my memory. She'd seemed distant in the last semester of school, we talked but ever since Percy and Grover came into my life it was like she didn't need to be around anymore. Grover gave me a slightly ashamed look.

"I'm sure you'll see her again." He said, trying to reassure me. I went off into my own world, trying to figure out when I would possibly see her, and realized that Percy and Grover were having their own conversation. Something about who was protecting who and what from. After Percy asked what from, the bus let out the most foul smell I'd ever had the misfortune of smelling, and came to a screeching halt. After the driver, who probably didn't really know that much about his own engine, said we had to get out, the three of us stood up and left the bus. I glanced into his compartment, and saw that the serpentine belt had shredded and rubbed against the engine, causing the smell we'd experienced earlier. I informed him of this, and the driver thanked me in surprise.

"You know about cars?" Percy asked. I shrugged.

"A bit, when you grow up needing to find odd jobs, you learn things fast. I worked in garages, for restaurants cleaning dishes, all sorts of things." I grabbed a hair band off of my wrist and used it to tie my brown, almost black hair back. I wore a simple t-shirt, and a pair of black jeans with a chain from the front to the back. I wore boots on my feet, and in my pocket was one of my favorite knives. It was longer, and had blue steel next to almost black steel. I used this opportunity to look around. Behind us was just maple trees, and nothing else. On the other side of the road, was an old fashioned fruit stand. This was the sort of place that you'd pass on the road without batting an eye. The old ladies that were running the fruit stand looked to be ancient, and they were knitting this big-ass pair of socks. Like…the socks were bigger than my t-shirt, big. The one on the right was knitting one sock, the one on the left the other. The lady in the middle was holding a big basket of yard. The women seemed to be looking between Percy and I. I looked to Grover, to see if he had any insight, but the color was draining from his face.

"Grover?" Percy said. "Hey, man-"

"Tell me they're not looking at you guys. They are, aren't they?"

"Yeah. Weird, huh? You think those socks would fit me?" I laughed hoping to lighten the mood. Percy laughed but Grover gave me a look.
"Not funny, Alyse. Not funny at all." The old lady in the middle took out a huge pair of scissors-gold and silver, long-bladed, like shears. I heard Grover catch his breath.
"We're getting on the bus, " he told us. "Come on. "
"What?" Percy complained. "It's a thousand degrees in there. "
"Come on!'" He pried open the door and climbed inside, but I stayed back. The lady with the basket had grabbed a huge pair of sheers, and had cut the yarn that connected to the sweater/socks. I could hear the snip from across the road. I heard some clanking with the driver, and went around the bus to see that he'd managed to bring a spare serpentine belt, and was just finishing putting it in, when I noticed a large piece of metal that had cut the belt. I started to pull it out, and with the drivers help it came free. As we stood, the engine roared back to life. There was a cheer from the people on the side of the road.

"Darn right!" The driver said slapping his hat on the hood.

"Thanks little lady!" He smiled to me. I smiled back. I got back on, and noticed that both Percy and Grover looked like they were going to hurl. I started to feel a bit similar when I sat down.

"Grover?" I asked.

"Yeah?" He looked at me. The color was gone from his face, as if he'd seen a ghost.
"What are you not telling us?"
He dabbed his forehead with his shirt sleeve. "Alyse, what did you see back at the fruit stand?"
"You mean the old ladies? What is it about them, man? They're not like ... Mrs. Dodds, are they?" Percy asked. Grover looked between us, his expression was hard to read, but I got the feeling that the fruit-stand ladies were something much, much worse than Mrs. Dodds. He said, "Just tell me what you saw. "
"The middle one took out her scissors, and she cut the yarn." He closed his eyes and made a gesture with his fingers that might've been crossing himself, but it wasn't. It was something else, something almost older.
He said, "You saw her snip the cord."

"Yeah. So?" But even as I said it, I knew it was a big deal.

"This is not happening, " Grover mumbled. He started chewing at his thumb. "I don't want this to be like the last time. "

"What last time?" Percy asked, just as confused as I was.

"Always sixth grade. They never get past sixth. "

"Grover, " I said, because he was really starting to scare me. "What are you talking about?"

"Let me walk you guys home from the bus station. Promise me." He looked at us, pleading. This seemed like a strange request to me, but Percy promised he could.

"Is this like a superstition or something?" I asked. When he didn't respond I'd assumed the worst.

"Grover, did that mean someone is going to die?" Percy asked for me. He didn't respond to that question either, but the look he gave us said everything. Grover mournfully glanced between us, as if he knew what flowers we both would want on our graves.

And that's a wrap. I feel that for the most part it is good for the story. If you figured out who her parent issssssss...POST A REVIEW! Pretty pleaseeeee with a cherry on toppppp? Alright, all wining aside. If I receive reviews, I will respond to them at the end of my chapters. Because this is the first, I don't have any reviews to respond to. Please let me know what you think! I was thinking of trying to add in a few characters, just people that Lys might hang out with, sooo if you have an OC that you would like to see, maybe become friends with Percy and Lys, and Grover, please let me know! I love having people give me ideas!

Name:

Godly Parent:

Mortal Parent:

Special attributes:

Weapon of choice(nothing modern, you know that):

Hair color:

Eye color:

Height:

Favorite color (for t-shirt):

Personality:

All those sorts of things. Also, I was thinking of possibly continuing this to the later books, like the Heros of Olympus series as well, even though I haven't read them, I feel depending on how far I get, it could get there. SOOOOOOO PLEASE REVIEW I TRY TO UPDATE WHENEVER I HAVE TIME WHICH THIS SUMMER IT SEEMS THAT I WONT BECAUSE IM GOING TO COLLEGE! Welll...there we go haha.