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The New Guardian:Percy Jackson/The Librarians Percy's been betrayed by camp and the gods, but when a letter from the Library comes, with a job that lets him start a new life, Percy goes not knowing what to expect. Now his forced to protect the Librarians along with Eve Baird, while trying not to get in the eyes of the gods. But with a new enemy on the rise it's up to the Librarians and the demigods to join forces.

So I'm gonna start changing some of the things in the show, not so much that it changes the outcome, but so that it fits more that Percy's in it and with the story line that I'm going with. Also sorry for the long wait, I had an exam block for end of yearlies and assessments that where due before and some that are due in a few weeks. Sorry for the long wait but I should be able to update more frequently soon due to the fact that the school years nearly over.

Chapter 6: The Stones and the Start of Something Big

"See ya," I said turning to look at Colonel Baird and Jenkins. Jenkins gave a stiff nodded and Colonel Baird gave me a smile, before I too ran into the blinding light. I felt a weight in my stomach… Did they know? I put on a poker face and acted like any other camper. But deep down I was freaking out.

Percy's POV:

I expected the teleportation to feel like Shadow Travel; can you blame me, that's really my only experience with teleportation I've ever had. So you can imagine my surprise when it felt like nothing.

Seriously it felt like nothing; just a blinding white light and no feeling at all. I was seriously disappointed, couldn't there at least be the feeling of weightlessness.

But anyhow, once we landed –if were calling stumbling through a door like a bunch of idiots 'landing', then yes we landed- we quickly gave short, awkward waves to the nearby people, because much to out unfortunate displeasure we all ended up stumbling out of a bathroom door. And let me be clear it was the women's bathroom so it was all the more awkward, well for Stone, Ezekiel and me.

So after that little show –in which many curses were directed at Jenkins- we all made our way to the giant rift, thankfully it took only a few seconds for the weirdness to ebb away. And the site of the giant rift was easy to find, we just followed the sound of the homicide screaming mob, all that were repeatedly screaming "Off our land!"

A man could be heard shouting out to the men behind the fences and we all walked towards the sound of the screaming voice. We watched as the man shouted at a female sheriff, asking her how much money they paid her to keep them out. The women in return gave him a look like she was trying to hold her anger to him in before answering, "You know, Lyle, if you knew half as much as you think you do, you'd be a genius."

We made our way to the front and the man who had been shouting turned to us before looking at the angry mob, "Oh, well what do we have here? Oil and gas lackeys?!" I wanted to ask what the hell were 'Oil and gas lackeys' but I figured now wasn't the time.

Cassandra was the one who answered as the man turned back to us, "No, sir, were the Librarians." I looked at her wondering what the hell she was doing and she turned to me before continuing. "And this is our assistant Mr. Jackson." Once again I looked at her wondering if she had gone crazy; first off, I thought they weren't allowed to go around saying their The Librarians. And second off; Assistant! They better not make me answer maths questions.

The time it was a man on the other side of the fence that responded, "You the folks the state sent down from the archaeological society?"

Ezekiel and I gave quick nods as Stone answered with a yes, and Cassandra lengthened the answer.

The man who had been shouting looked ready to blow a fuse as he turned to us once again; I had half a mind to shove my head in his mouth just so he wouldn't talk. "It's a Choctaw burial ground," the man said grinding his teeth, "It's sacred ground, there's ancient tribal art under the surface and," the man thrust a hand towards the other man, "they are desecrating it!"

The other man opened the fence and told us to enter, the shouting man made a move forward and I stepped in front of him. He gave me a glare and I took a step back and walked through the gap, the other man closed the fence. I gave the shouting man a look to 'back off' and another look to say that 'will fix this', I wasn't sure if he got it, but none the less he back up back into the angry mob and resumed his shouting of "Off our land!"

Ezekiel murmured something about a 'Poltergeist' and 'Native American Burial Grounds' as we followed the man to the giant hole in the ground.

"Do you think they faked it?" I asked as the man left to go and do his own work. He had pointed out to us the direction of the giant hole, so we weren't going to get lost.

"If they did, why?" Stone asked, "why try to slow down their own dig?" Stone scratched the back of his head in thought.

Cassandra turned to Stone, "You believe that guy?" Stone shrugged as if he didn't know who he completely believed. "Did you automatically believe the protesters?"

Cassandra turned back around before becoming quite; it was a sign I knew well. She was deep in thought.

"Yeah but how do we figure out which is telling the truth?" I asked. I crossed my arms over my chest as I studied my surroundings, if anything jumped out and attacked it would be a good idea to figure out were any weapons might be or anything that could be used against us. Most of the equipment could be used as weapons, but unfortunately I didn't know how to use half of it, well knowing me as soon as we got attacked I would jump in one of the huge yellow machines and figure out how to use it by pure luck. Aka. Slamming buttons repeatedly, until something happens.

Yep that seemed like me.

I walked into Stone and fell back causing them to look at me; now normal people would usually jump straight up and say sorry…but I'm not normal am I. No, instead I hooked one leg over the other and placed my hands under my head before resisting my head against them like a pillow. Pretending I had sunglasses, I lifted them up and looked at them. They gave me confused looks as they looked down.

"What?" I asked, before closing my eyes and leaning back, "I'm sunbaking."

"Well you defiantly will in this heat," Stone said. Realising what he said was true and that I was already starting to notice the heat now that my mind wasn't thinking about the giant rift or what we could be facing I got up.

"Shouldn't there be a foreman here?" Cassandra's voice cut through, her back turned to us as she looked at our surroundings.

"Bathroom?" Ezekiel said, "poor guy, those portable ones suck." He took a step forward, shoulder to shoulder with me and staring at the portable toilets with disgust.

"No, he wouldn't be there," Stone said from behind us and with that he pushed through and started walking to the other end. I looked at Cassandra and Ezekiel hopping they might know something, but they looked just as confused as me and soon we were all jogging up to Stone, asking him what he meant.

~*T*N*G*~

The bar was the last place I would have thought to look, but the place that Stone led us too. He wouldn't answer our questions, only walking like a bullet on a path; shoulders hunched and mouth set in a grim line. Though no matter how strong that mask was I could see he was worried, his eyes would swim in their sockets and his fist where clenched at his side.

The awkward –and heart attack causing- part was getting into the bar; unfortunately they had someone standing outside, though he looked quite bored. He was sitting in a seat next to the door, slouched and with his head bowed and hat covering his face. A wooden walking stick leaned next to him, thick and covered in weird stickers from those two dollar stores.

I thought he was asleep, so trust me when I say I was surprised by a wooden stick being slammed into my stomach and knocking me back into Cassandra, who in turn knocked into Ezekiel, who fell down. The man raised his head to show a late twenties face, married with scares, and a croaked grin.

Instantly my heart raced. The memory was hazy, buried from years of the crazed experiences of fighting monsters and trying to stay alive. But when you're trying to stay away from all the demigodishness you trend to be able to remember things much quicker than normal.

I couldn't remember his last name –Chad, Chasson…Something Cha~- but I remembered his first name, Michael. He was a camper at Camp Half-Blood during my first year, he left towards the end to try and live in the normal world. Normally that's not allowed, but Michael was a good fighter and attracted close to zero monsters. He was demigod but he was never claimed.

He's eyes landed on me before passing over to Ezekiel who was getting up and mumbling under his breath –let's just say that man would make a sailor gasp in surprise- he looked back at me and my heart stopped beating. If he recognised me or anything, I would be dead.

So image the heart attack that I had when he looked at me and said, "I.D. please."

Gods of 'reakin Olympus, I nearly jumped. But keeping my amazing cool, I looked at my new friends for help; I wasn't eighteen, unfortunately I was year off, so yeah I was dead. Done and dusted, goodbye cruel world.

"'xcuse me sir," Ezekiel said, weaving in front of Cassandra and standing in front of me, a classic trickster smirk embroiled on his face. He swung the bag that he carried off his shoulder and took out what looked like a slim wallet in black. Ezekiel Jones to the rescue. He flipped the wallet open to show the inside of an FBI badge, fitted with a fake name and a picture of Ezekiel smiling like a crazed psychopath.

"FBI sir, my buddy here-" clapping a hand on my shoulder I tried to look relaxed and as normal as possible "-is a bit new, we'll be out of your hair in a sec' sir."

And with the lower of the walking stick of death, we walked into the bar.

Let's just say I wanted to leave straight away; you know those classic representations of bars. Smelly, loud, yada ya. Well this was really close. Packed to the brim and a few people were talking loud and obnoxiously –thankfully it was only two or three and all sitting in the corner-, it did smell and air fresheners had been hung up to keep people from dying from the disgusting smell that could not be identified.

"Why do you have an FBI badge Jones, its illegal." I turned my head towards Stone and Cassandra, the former who was looking at Ezekiel like an angry parent and the latter who was looking at Ezekiel like a disapproving parent.

"Because one never knows when they might need one," Ezekiel answered before giving them a smirk.

Stone apparently giving up on the cause that was 'Ezekiel Jones' fake FBI' turned away and looked at the bar before narrowing his eyes and stalking off to some unfortunate soul.

"Wait Jacob, why are we here?" Cassandra called after him, looking around the bar with a mix of fear and disgust.

Stone didn't answer, instead walking over to a man in his late forties and standing just a bit to the side of him, arms crossed and shifting on his feet. Whoever the man was, they must not have gotten along.

"Hey pops."

Ok, hold up. I thought, Back step please, information needed. Did I just here Stone call the guy 'pops' as in dad, as in father, as in the man who helped create him. And gods does that sound weird. I titled my head to the side, ok now I see it.

They both had the same cowboy vibe, was that even a thing, 'cowboy vibe'? And the same harden face, almost like they had worked their whole lives, and the same strong buff build. Pure muscle and whatever else human bodies are made of. That and same eyes, piercing blue with the ability to see into your very soul.

Actually I think I have yet to meet a person without eyes that can see into your very soul.

"What about you kid."

"Huh?" And the classic Percy answer comes into play once again. I looked at the man who was identified as Stone's father, nodding I looked at him and…kept nodding. I had no idea what that guy had asked.

"This is our-" Cassandra seemed to hesitate for a moment, "-intern."

Stone's father looked at me, "bit young for an intern." His voice laced with a thick Texan accent like his sons, only colder and more likely to let out a string of harsh words for no reason.

"Smart for my age sir," I said catching on; standing straighter I looked at him in the eye, narrowing them in a way of daring him to disagree. I was something I had learned from my years fighting monsters, play a good charade of fearless to hide the fear that's coursing through your veins and they'll end up being the ones scared.

Stone's father nodded and that was the end of it.

~*T*N*G*~

As soon as the buckle on the helmet was tightened I found myself shoving my hand into my pocket, fingers wrapping tightly around the slim metal pen that still resided there. If anything bad happened in that ditch, I knew I wouldn't hesitate to grab Riptide and uncap it.

Even if it meant giving away my position to the gods and having to explain to my new friends what I was. What I was doing here was the one thing I mostly wanted to avoid talking about, it would be awkward and…I just didn't want to have to explain what Coral had done, that Annabeth had turned her back on me and had practically blamed me for something out of my control.

Swallowing, I tried to get the dry taste out of my mouth and pushed the thoughts from my head. There was more important stuff to do at the moment, anything could be down there and preparation was the only way to be ready.

I tapped at the buckled on the safety helmet, if I had a choice I would have thrown it to China or somewhere, it was uncomfortable and only succeeded at distracting me from my mission ahead.

"Jackson, Doc; over here." I turned at the sound of Stone's voice, here hand beckoning us over. "I need to give you a quick rundown of the equipment."

I walked over, my fingers still fiddling with the buckle on the helmet and watched Cassandra and Stone explain there were a camera on the helmets and she could talk to us through the ear pieces. Great, if there is a monster down there and I do have to fight it, I'll have to explain it to them all. Originally I thought I could get away with it; if Ezekiel saw, I hoped I would be able to convince him not to tell Cassandra and Stone. No such luck now.

As we were called back to the giant hole in the ground, I left the buckle to dig into my skin and slipped my hands into my jean pockets. This time I found myself trying to avoid the transforming ball point pen.

As I stood at the edge of the hole, I stared down. Memories of another fall flashing through my mind; echoes of screams deafened me and drew me away from surroundings; a red haze accompanied it, making my vision morph into a hell I wished I could forget more than anything.

A cold hand touched my shoulder and my instincts clicked in; I brought one of my hands up to clamp around theirs and used the forearm of my other to push the arm around and to my stomach, joint locking them. Somewhere off I heard a shocked scream and that was enough to bring me back.

Mind clearing I looked down at the person attached to the arm. Helmet like mine and shaggy black hair underneath, a flimsy blue jacket and a grey shirt barely visible from this angle, along with dusty denim jeans and sneakers.

"Ezekiel?"

I let his arm go and watched as he slowly made his way up and turned to me, fear flicked through his eyes before quickly being masked by humour.

"Come on mate, what was that for?" he asked, fear lacing through his attempt at calm, and the hand that wasn't joint locked coming up to cup around the elbow of the arm that was.

My hands shook at my side and I quickly hid them in my jeans pocket, this time my hand did wrap around the ball point pen form of Anaklusmos. "Reflex's," I hastily replied, taking a step away from both the pit in the ground and Ezekiel.

He nodded, but I could still see the fear in his eyes as he started to walk away; seeming to take a couple of steps to avoid having to walk next to me. His arm was still being cradled.

"Sorry," I said quickly, trying to apologize for injuring. "I-it's just…I'v-"

Ezekiel cut of my apology with a shrug, "Yeah mate, don't worry," he walked off straight after though.

For a minute I stood there, watching everything around, wondering what they had seen. My gaze wondered to Cassandra and Stone…they were staring at the computer screen, but from this view they looked tense.

I walked over to everybody else, my movements tense and shaky; I must have looked insane from my walk. Jittery and jerky movements as my mind still flashed with images of Tartarus.

I pushed on, forcing myself to breath as I stopped and tried to listen as one of the constructors explained to me how we would get into the cavern. My fingers flexed around Riptide, and somehow the cool metal calmed me down; reminding me that I would always be able to fight.

The man pointed to a platform that descended into hole, and explained how we would take the ladder to get down. He went on to waffle about safety rules –most of which I tuned out on- before shouting at everybody that was going down to get a move on.

Stone's father shouted back, telling him that he could easily fire him if he ever shouted at him in that way again. The man hastily nodded and moved out of the way.

I walked over, finding myself hanging behind the group and with my head down. My thoughts were occupied about what would happen now; I knew that Cassandra and Stone had seen the little stunt and there questions would come at a rapid fire pace, but Ezekiel…I knew he was curious but he didn't seem to want to question me. But then again he had seemed shocked, so that might have been it.

As the person before me made their way down into the hole and stepped of the ladder, I grabbed onto one of the ladder poles and stepped of the platform. Swinging around so that I was standing opposite of my original position, I placed my feet a rung and started to descend.

When my feet hit the cavern floor and the dust started to swirl around me, I stepped off the ladder and looked around the cavern. Its walls that light earthly colour and that deep red, marked with old paintings of snakes and other ancients beings and stories.

~*T*N*G*~

Annabeth's P.O.V:

Something had felt wrong from the minute Coral had entered the camp, I could feel it. She would always hang back with her head down and her eyes glassy.

At first I had just through that she was scared of what was happening, of the war that had taken place or that when Percy came back she was jealous of all that he did and the praise that he was getting for it. That had changed when I would see her talking to herself in words that were neither English, Ancient Greek nor Latin; I could never make them out probably but I could always tell that the words ancient and dark.

Power hang off every word she spoke in that language, and her eyes seemed to glow an unearthly blue whenever she chanted.

I tried to tell people, but every time I would start talking about it my body would freeze and as if someone else was in control, words would flow from my mouth and I would walk off. I never gave up through; I tried different ways of doing it. Writing it down would result in my hand moving against my will and writing something else, and speaking in codes or writing in such would result in the same.

Nothing would work.

I tied telling Percy the most, and I could tell that he noticed something was off…Probably because of what came out of my mouth, all the came out was accessions. I blamed him for disappearing, for making me look for him instead of redesigning Olympus or other import things in my life.

He left, whatever had controlled me when I tried to speak had taken over most of the camp too. They turned against him and he left. After the control loosened but the hatred was still there, but know you could see the slight confusion when people talked bad about him.

Chiron and Mr D had done nothing, I had a feeling they knew what was happening but wouldn't say anything. I wouldn't be surprised if they knew, whatever was happening was big I could feel it. I was worried, this thing was targeting Percy and now…

Now his out there by himself.

No one had told Sally and Paul yet, they had let them be. They still thought Percy was at camp, healing after the war before he would come home and see them after so long. I wanted to tell them the truth, but with how everything was going I knew that wasn't an option.

It was time for 'plan B', hopefully this would work.

"What about a prophecy!"

"I am the spirit of Delphi. Speaker of the prophecies of Phoebus Apollo, slayer of the mighty Python. Approach Seeker and Ask."

I took a step forward, towards the red haired girl in clothes splattered with paint, standing in a funnel of sickly green mist. I ignored the rest of the camp that had been rounded up to talk about the break-in. I knew I could have done this in the cave –ask Rachel that is- but asking in front of Camp, where everyone could see and no one could deny something was coming.

"What is coming and how do we stop it?"

Now vote thing. So review what you want.

Now the vote is;

Should Percy go back to Annabeth or not.

No longer in love with her but the stay friends-6

Percy goes with an OC-3

Goes with someone else (not OC)-2

-Cassandra- 7

Not together and no longer friends-4

Go back to being a couple-8