Hi guys, this is my first fanfic so go easy on me! I've been meaning to write this for ages but I've been suffering through some major writers blockage so I decided to just write through it.

This is an PJO AU. What if Percy had met Luke, Thalia, Grover and Annabeth when they were on the run.

Sally Jackson was sitting on a bench in the park when she saw them.

They were running. The oldest was a boy around 12 or 13, he was tall with long sandy hair. Their were two girls as well. The elder of the two had pitch black hair, just like Percy. She looked like a goth or a rocker. She wore a leather jacket, metal necklace, bracelets and Sally supposed rings as well. Sally wondered how she could run so quickly wearing so much metal. The punk girl was gripping the hand of a much smaller girl. She looked like she was Percys age except she was taller. The last in the group was a boy on crutches. He was lagging slightly behind the group but was moving pretty quickly considering he was on crutches.

They were all filthy, they were drenched in sweat and mud. Burn holes peppered their clothing and they were being chased. An angry looking Cyclops was running through the park after them.

A few children around the park were giggling pointing at the Cyclops. The man reading his newspaper beside shook his head and tutted.

"Rotten kids." He scolded "Probably never payed their taxi fair!"

Sally frowned at him. The mist didn't hide those kids burnt, dirty clothes or the frightened looks on their faces and all this man could say was rotten kids.

Sally snapped the book she had been reading shut, got up and ran.

"Kids" she shouted "This way!" Sally waved her arms.

The group didn't have time to stop. They ran toward her with only the slightest hesitation.

"Follow me!" she yelled. She ran. She ran onto the side walk and then kept running. She turned every now and then to ensure the group were following. Finally she stopped. The group of children soon caught up. "Where are you taking us." Panted the blonde boy.

"To safety" Sally said "We've lost the Cyclopes for now but he'll catch up soon enough."

"You-you saw him?" asked the younger girl

Sally turned to her and trying to give a comforting smile "Yes I saw him, and don't use names. Names have power try calling him ...Bernard."

The little girl grinned "Are you one of us? She whispered. Sally hated to crush the hopeful look in that girls eyes. Sally had met a few demigods over the years. They had all asked her the same question. They had all had that hopeful look in their eyes. The hope that some demi-gods survived all of this, that some demi-gods could have a life.

"No, I'm not. I'm Mortal." Sally replied sadly. The girl looked down at her burnt sneakers

"Oh"

"If your mortal, how can you see through the mist?" asked the punk girl, her blue eyes were full of suspicion.

"Beats me." Sally shrugged "I've just always been able to."

"Some Mortals can." Piped up the boy with crutches "Its rare but not unheard of."

"Im guessing your the protecter." Sally raised an eyebrow at the satyr.

The boy blushed "How-how could you tell?" he stuttered

"Ive never seen someone move so fast on crutches, that and one of your shoes fell off."

The satyr looked down at his feet. He had indeed lost one of his shoes and a goats hoof was poking out of his right jean leg.

"Why are you helping us?" asked the sandy haired boy. He, like the punk girl looked suspicious, but Sally also saw anger and a bitterness in his face.

"I'm helping you, because I don't think you deserve to be eaten by Bernard."

The boy looked like he was going to argue but Sally spoke before he could

"Now come on, i've got to-"

Sallys phone started to ring. She let out a sigh as she fished it out of her coat pocket.

"Hello?"

"Mrs Jackson.." Sally reckognised the principle of Percys schools voice. She had recieved enough of these phone calls to know what was coming "I'll be right there."

"But Mrs-"

Sally hung up. She had heard too many lectures from angry teachers. She turned back to the group of children "Ive got to pick up my son." She said.

They all looked mildly surprised. It was clear they didn't expect her to have children.

"Come on, the schools not far."

The group hesitated but after a few seconds followed.

"So, what are your names?" Sally asked.

"Im Grover." Said the satyr

"Thalia" said the punk girl

"My names Annabeth." Said the younger girl

The older boy was quiet for a while "And you? What your name?" Sally asked

"Luke, I'm Luke."