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Crystal cursed Luke and Jayden for the umpteenth time that hour. She may not be Athena kid smart but she did inherit some thinking abilities from her mother. The gears in her head whirred and clicked together a formula for the strange phenomena that had just occurred. The outcome was so idiotic and foolish she believed that it just might be true. A younger sounding voice of one of her Uncles plus the combined stupidity of her cousins added with the mysterious vial and potion equaled the insane idea of traveling back in time.

She was jarred out of her thoughts by the voice once again issuing a question at her, "Who are you going to kill?"

The tension that this simple 6 word question caused was obvious even from her sad position on the ground. People shifted into a better fighting stance, the strings from loaded bows were pulled taught, extra knives were unsheathed, and anxious breaths were sucked in and not let out.

"It was a meaningless threat," She hurried to explain herself. "You know when someone does something really stupid and you go 'Oh I am going to kill you!' but you really don't mean it at all…"

Heavy silence greeted her ramblings.

"Oh my gods above and monsters below, I am telling the truth!" Crystal exploded. Her patience had worn thin and the empty air was the straw that broke the camels back.

"We believe you," a new familiar voice soothed. "For now at least. But we still don't know who you are."

She winced. Crys had been hoping they forgot about that part. But by some odd stroke of luck a brilliant thought fell upon her and she spurred it into action.

"Alright, that's fair. However, It is hard to speak with a sword practically in my back and breathing up dirt each time I want to talk. Let's make a deal, you strip me of my weapons and I can stand and talk to you face to face."

The deal had no downside to them. The impossibly long seconds that followed were filled with contemplated thinking and nervous breathing.

"Okay. We accept your deal," The original voice stated before commanding Travis and Connor to hoist her up and strip her of her valuables and weapons.

They roughly gripped her arms and yanked her to her feet. The first thing she saw was the devilish and slightly stoic faces of her basically twin Uncles. She immediately knew which one was Connor and which one's bike she was fixing less the an hour ago. Travis held her arms up as Connor's expert fingers nimbly emptied the pockets of her overalls, pulling her switchblade out of the bandanna in her hair, and stooping low enough to remove the razor blades from the soles of her sneakers. After they had efficiently emptied out her pockets and other hiding places, Travis carefully removed her jewelry with the comment that it could be like Percy's sword.

Next they grabbed the worn leather backpack from her feet. Connor kindly dumped all the looted stuff into the main compartment of the backpack and tossed it to the feet of a young looking Uncle Percy.

Crystal looked around and sure enough she was surrounded by the younger versions of familiar faces. Annabeth stood right next to Percy, her tired eyes calculated the risks of them accepting the deal. Percy stood with his sword pointing toward the ground but his grip was as firm as ever. Jason stood protectively in front of Piper with lightning dancing between his outstretched fingers. Piper held Katoptris strongly in her hand as she tried to escape her future husbands protective shadow. Frank held his bow, an arrow notched and poised with the string pulled taught, toward the ground. Hazel wielded no visible weapon but was in possession of the most powerful one: the Mist. Only one of the seven was missing, her Dad.

As she scoped the situation around them, Crys summarized that it was a couple days after the Second Giant War. Everyone looked tired, battle worn, and sad. Plus if she recalled correctly, her father did not return until a month after the war so everyone thought they had lost him forever.

"We have fulfilled our part of the deal, now it is time you do yours," Percy wearily commanded.

"You will never believe me when I tell you the truth," Crystal started hesitantly. "I live with my mother, father and brother but they are my family only in blood. Ever since birth my family included my parents 6 best friends and the friends they had made in their teens. Their children are my close cousins and my best friends."

"Get to the point," Jason ground out.

"Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay," Crystal chanted to calm herself. She had been randomly rambling just to stall. "Just let me ask one question."

Percy and Jason both opened their mouths to protest but she beat them to it.

"What year is it?"

"What year?" Annabeth questioned. "Does this determine the answer of who you are?"

"It determines how I explain who I am."

"It is 2010."

Holy FREAKING Hera! Luke and Jay managed to throw us back 27 years into the past. Speaking of the devils, where were they?

"Schist. Big pile of schist," Crystal cursed the familiar joke. She didn't notice the shocked and stunned looks of Hazel, Frank, and Percy. "Where are those blundering idiots so I can beat them to a pulp?"

"Where are who?" Jason questioned. "You know what, never mind. Who are you?"

Crys had talked herself out of options and had only one more left. With a deep breath, she burst forth with the information they wanted.

"I am Crystal Valdez."

Loud, empty silence greeted her revelation. Piper looked close to tears and the others looked as though she had just punched them in the gut.

"I'm sorry…I don't think we heard you right," Percy began. "Did you say Crystal Valdez?"

Her face adopted a snarky half smile as she shrugged.

"May we inquire who your…who your father is?" Annabeth hesitantly asked.

"You may," Crys replied. After a beat or two of awkward staring, she went, "Oh! Like now?"

"Yeah…"

The simple two words, nine letter answer could destroy her and her brother. In fact it could eliminate all her cousins if she did not play these cards right. No brilliant stalling ideas or offers burst forth so she was left with answering the honest and brutal truth.

"My father's name is…is…Leo Valdez."

"That's impossible," Jason spoke first, slightly laughing towards the end. "Right? I mean he… he…bl-blew up. No one could survive that."

"Yeah," Piper agreed through her tears. "Even Nico said he…died."

Nico stepped out of the shadows and into the clearing. "I did not feel him pass away as an individual. It is possible, very slim, but possible that he might have survived."

"How?" Annabeth stated exasperated. "I want it to be true as much as all of you but I have come up with every single possibility for him to survive and each is as unlikely as the next. Plus he would come right back to us? I mean, where else would he go to?"

"To find my mom," Crystal spoke almost inaudibly.

"Excuse me?" Percy asked.

"You honestly think that I would not know how he survived considering I am his daughter?" She spoke almost unbelievably. "He programmed Festus to inject the physicians cure into him as soon as they blew up. That was the plan all along. When he woke up, he didn't know what day it was or where he was. He was flying of Festus's back and their navigaion system was completely wrecked. They then descended below the clouds and landed on an island that is supposed to be impossible to reach twice: Ogygia. He picked up my mom, Calypso, and they flew away never to return."

"That would be a plausible explanation if Leo was in possession of the physicians cure," Annabeth reasoned. "Piper has it."

"About that," Hazel speaks up for the first time sheepishly. "She doesn't have it."

"What are you talking about?" Piper says. "Yes I do. See?" She removes a roughly cut cloth from her pocket. Carefully, she unwraps it to reveal the red vial in question.

Hazel merely sighs and waves her hand. This causes the vial to flicker before disappearing completely.

"What?" Jason asks bewildered.

Frank stepped up as he loosened his hold on the string of his bow. "Leo confided his plan to me and Hazel because he thought that because we were Romans we would understand self sacrifice. We hated it just as much as you would. But we helped because without our help he was sure to die. Hazel gave Leo the real vial and manipulated the Mist so you thought you had the real one."

"That means…that means that her story is true. It's possible. It happened," Annabeth pieced together the final pieces of the puzzle.

"What is does not explain though is how you got here," Jason elaborated.

"Well, you can thank your son for that," Crystal informed him. She turned to Percy next, "Yours too. They made me build this sphere and put a vial of a potion in it and the vial broke and we ended up here. At least I did. I don't know about them."

By now they had all lowered their weapons and were talking to her like old friends.

"Well you don't have to wonder for long," a voice filled the empty air.

Everyone turned to look at two boys coming out of the woods. Luke had replied. Jay trailed along after him. They looked different though. Luke's jeans were ripped toward at the bottom and his baseball t-shirt hung off him in strips. Jayden fared slightly better with only a couple rips and his shoes were singed off. Most likely from his own lightning, Crys reasoned.

"Is that them?" Percy asked Crys. She nodded her head in answer.

"You stink," Crystal told them as soon as they got close.

"You see if you smell like roses after you get thrown into a lake," Luke retorted. Throwing an accusatory look at Jayden before mumbling something about being electrocuted.

"Well, I have gained their trust so they won't try to kill you yet. How about you introduce your selves?"

"Brilliant idea!" Luke bit back sarcastically. "I am Luke Charles Jackson. My parents are Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase."

"Luke Charles?" Percy asked, feeling slightly weak in the knees.

"Yep Dad, that's my name."

Piper suddenly squealed. "You two got married! That's adorable!"

Annabeth blushed with happiness and embarrassment.

"My turn!" Jayden interrupted the moment. "My name is Jayden Tristan Grace, but call be Jay. My parents are Jason Grace and Piper McLean."

Piper and Jason blushed before Jason pulled her in for a kiss. The moment was interrupted by a muffled song.

Crystal rushed for her backpack which lay forgotten at Percy's feet. After rummaging around for a while she pulled out a smart phone. All the past demigods instinctively backed up.

"Uncle Leo made monster proof electronics. It's okay," Jay eased their fears.

"I am so dead," Crys muttered staring at the caller ID.

"Who is it?" Luke asked as he leaned over to look. "Uncle Travis? What's so bad about that?"

"The bike," She moaned as she clicked the green answer call button.

A voice screamed through the phone so loud that everyone could hear it.

"CRYSTAL! WHAT THE HADES HAPPENED TO THE SHOP? IT'S BLOWN UP!"

A/N: Sorry for the long time between updates, I will try to update more efficiently. Thank you foe everyone who reviewed, favorited, or followed. As always reviews, constructive criticism, and ideas/predictions are always welcome! By the way, I got the year by adding 17 years to 1993 (the year Percy was born).