Hello internet, this is just a little fic I had an idea for as we went over the history of theater (Ancient Greek/Rome heavily referenced) in school today (no, no one is singing in this story, I have other Glee-fan fictions allocated for that :P). I just thought it'd be cool to see what would happen if the children of the gods got sent back to a time when mortals believed in the gods and freaked when they met their children (D)

Too lazy to come up with a whole back-story and such, so I just set it during the Mark of Athena and made everyone's memories really blurry so they're not focusing on what they should doing (aka, saving the world) and enjoy the time change.

Another thing I should mention, is that this is an off-the-cuff story and I truly don't feel like doing the in-depth research to make sure everything coordinates with the books/mythology/what Greece actually looked like. I've never been to Greece, I only have cursory knowledge of what it looks like, and I'm too lazy to change that, so, if things aren't perfectly coherent, to put it nicely, deal.

Enjoy.

(P.s, my creative engine spans about four or five chapters per story I write and then goes kaput, so if anyone has suggestions or requests on what they want to happen, honestly, I NEED the input.)

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They were on the Argo II, that was the last thing Percy could remember. Or maybe he was in a cavern with Annabeth… or maybe Blackjack had just knocked him out…? The details were fuzzy, he got glimpses, of the past days, or maybe the future (!?) but all he knew was that he was suddenly standing in the sunlight looking at an equally confused Annabeth.

Great, a confused Annabeth was never a good thing. Then there was no hope for anyone else to figure it out either!

Wait, wasn't Annabeth off on her own quest… or was she about to leave?

Oh gods, who cares?

"Percy?" She blinked. "I thought… I left you, or I was leaving…?"

"Uh…" He said cleverly.

"Dudes, either I'm more out of it than I thought I was, or I'm just really unobservant, cuz' I'd hope I'd notice if someone put me into a dress when I wasn't looking!"

Percy and Annabeth turned to the left, and sure enough, there was Leo, looking mildly alarmed at the white tunic-dress thing he was wearing with an orangey-brown linen shall thing wrapped over his shoulder, the way the Ancient Greeks used to dress. (A/N, just Google images Ancient Greek clothes for men and you get the jist). They glanced down and realized they were dressed similarly, in the old-fashioned clothes, Percy in white and sea-green robes, Annabeth looking shockingly pretty in the purple and white Greek dress, her hair done up in golden ringlets.

"Percy?"

"Grover?" Percy gaped at the Satyr—also in a tunic/shall/dress thing, only in tan and moss green, and a lot longer so to cover his hooved feet— who was standing to his left, confused as well. "What're you doing in Rome?"

"Not Rome, Greece." Came Piper's voice. Percy shook off his confusion and took in the whole scene before him.

Thirteen demigods stood in an open courtyard, all dressed in the old Greek clothes. Usually Percy wouldn't think much of it, seeing how the Romans wore togas to their senate meetings and he'd seen kids around camp sometimes wear these things for special things (or jokes, whatever) so this style wasn't terribly out of place in his life, except for the fact that these were real. Like, real linen, real hand stitching, "real" real. Not the survived-three-thousand-years-and-is-still-old-but-modernized like Charon being the same old Charon except for his new designer Italian suits, and all the other examples Percy had seen over the years. These were real, as in…

"This is like, Greece. Not like, our Greece, but actual Greece, isn't it?" Leo was also looking around, and picking at his garments in curiosity.

"Like, we've gone back in time?" Hazel blinked.

"Wicked!" The Stoll twins chorus.

Wait-the Stolls?!

Percy did a quick headcount. There were the people he'd been sure (or almost sure, he wasn't sure) he'd just been with, like Annabeth, Leo, Hazel, Frank, Jason, and Piper, but also people he hadn't seen in months and were the last people to be going on a quest, like Grover, Thalia, Nico, the Stolls, and Rachel.

Rachel?!

"Aside from that Labyrinth thing, I've never been a part of and nor will I ever go on a quest, and in all honesty, I was pretty fine with that." Rachel spoke up, causing people to look at her with equal confusion at her being there. "So please, someone tell me I didn't somehow get caught up in this battle you guys are fighting…" They all looked at her blankly. None could remember what they'd been doing. She sighed.

Percy looked at Nico in his black robes, thinking hard. There was something he was supposed to remember about his cousin, like it was on the tip of his tongue but it just wouldn't come. The memory gap reminded him of when Hera took his memories… well, now it was more like she'd taken them, put them in a blender for an hour, then poured them back into his head. He had them, he just couldn't make any sense of it.

"Aren't you supposed to be dying?" He blurted out, and Nico frowned.

"I certainly hope not." He shrugged, looking paler than Percy remembered him, his hair looking washed out and slightly gray (what was with that?!) but otherwise just as confused as everyone else.

"It looks like Ancient Greece… or, the pictures I guess." Thalia—her pendant still in place on her forehead, her dress a glowing silver and black—had drifted to stand beside Jason (light sky blue and white robes), who was looking worried. Percy could see why as he glanced about the low white stone buildings with red roofs and the sun rising low in the east, looking up and down the street at closed shop fronts and fountains trickling peacefully every so often down the road, the smell of sea air and breakfast fire smoke on the morning breeze. The little residential portion of what seemed to be a larger city that they'd landed in was very beautiful, very peaceful.

And one day the Romans would sweep through and destroy it all.

Blah, not getting into that argument now, but there was a big difference from arguing it with three thousand years of hindsight, and standing in the middle of a harmless town knowing it would be burned to the ground one day. Frank and Hazel looked a bit depressed as well, but not nearly as… well, guilty almost as Jason did.

"Oh my gods…" Annabeth gasped. "Look!" She pointed up above the rooftops to their left, where a great hill rose up, the city seemingly to have been built on top of it, and at the crest, stood the one and only Parthenon. Not the one in Nashville, or the crumbling one in modern day, but the real, honest to gods Parthenon. Its white stone gleamed in the morning sun, perfectly whole and eloquently decorated: a true wonder of the world as it stood proudly in its prime.

Percy did not need to be told twice that he and Annabeth (Annabeth really, but he suspected he'd be dragged along) would be stopping there before they figured out a way to get home.

"Ancient Greece…right…" Leo seemed to be having an aneurism equal to Annabeth's as he stared up at the beauty. "…holy heck, how would they even build that thing!? I mean, the logistics of B.C tech is just plain cruddy, and even if you consider-"

"The Parthenon- oh my gods, this is unreal, this is wonderful! I mean to actually see-!"

"I suppose if they used a rigging system, maybe giant levers, that is possible, and with a hydraulic—ah, no, that was definitely a Roman thing, they couldn't've known-"

"But they were genius's at creative and in-depth studies of architectural support beams and-!"

"-and then there was the war with the southern raiders that took their main source of engineering, but if you take into account all the mountains they have to level to build just one-!"

"- supported it though a display of aesthetic and functional methods that even thousands of years from now-!"

"-I mean, aliens would've had to help them, right? Or the gods, that's more realistic, I just don't see mortals coming up with the power, much less the resources; it had to be dad, or maybe even Athena seeing as it was her shrine later on-"

"You guys are talking to each other, but you have no clue what either one said, do you!?" Percy exploded. Everyone else was watching this display with a kind of horrible fascination.

Annabeth and Leo just blinked, looking away from the building in the distance and stared at Percy.

"What?" They asked simultaneously.

Percy scoffed. "Geeks, both of you." He tossed his hands up and walked away. The two remaining looked at each other as if just realizing each other were there.

"Children!" Everyone turned to see a man in a dark green tunic coming out of a building, a large basket gripped beneath his arm. "Children! What are you doing up at this hour? The sun has not yet risen, if not fishermen, why are you wandering the streets?" He approached them, but not in a way that had the demigods reaching for their weapons (which they then belatedly realized they didn't have) but with actual concern of a friendly neighbor.

"Oh, uh…" Percy scratched the back of his head. The man's eyes seemed to drift among them, becoming more and more confused and wary the more he saw.

"Honoring the gods, sir." Annabeth piped up, saving them from their alarmed dazes. "We thought we'd join in prayer as the sun went up, honoring Apollo."

Rachel gasped and a clutched at her wrist. Travis and Frank stood closest and gripped her shoulders in worry, but she just smiled and waved them all off, still clutching her wrist.

The man's eyes were on Rachel, and hesitated, but slowly nodded. "Very well then… just… perhaps move away from the homes? That lovely fountain of Apollo and Artemis down a ways?"

Annabeth ignored Thalia as she too, gasped, and smiled warmly at the man. "Of course! Our mistake! Thank you sir, have a nice day." That man still seemed disturbed by them, but eventually moved away to walk down the street. Annabeth motioned and they moved together as a group until they came to another courtyard, this one with a medium sized fountain in the middle. Artemis and Apollo were indeed depicted in the designs on the sides, as could be told by the sun and deer and bow-and-arrow symbols, but the actual characters looked nothing like the god and goddess Percy'd met.

"What was that about?" Frank asked Rachel, whose eyes were wide.

"Look…" She hissed, releasing her wrist revealing a faintly golden-yellow design etched there. It was a intricate sun with a lyre in the middle.

"Uh, why has Apollo branded you?" Leo asked over her shoulder looking down at it.

Rachel rolled her eyes as Thalia stepped forward. "But look, the same thing happened to me, only with Artemis." Sure enough, the inside of her forearm had been branded with a silver tattoo of a crescent moon and a drawn bow-and-arrow.

There was a silence as everyone exchanged loaded looks.

"They're your patrons." Nico finally said and all eyes fell on him. He shifted uncomfortably. "Well… Rachael's the Oracle, that falls into Apollo's jurisdiction, and Thalia's a Hunter of Artemis. We obviously ended up back in time, that had to require some amount of power to do, perhaps our patrons sent us back…?"

Everyone looked at each other.

"There are thirteen of us." Frank realized. "Twelve Olympians and Pluto- er, Hades. one kid for each major god."

"Um, hello?" Connor raised his hand. "Travis and I have the same patron, what does that mean?"

"And Nico and I do too." Hazel frowned.

"Yeah, and my patron is Juno, or Hera, whatever, not Jupiter or, uh Zeus." Jason agreed. "Who did Zeus send?"

Annabeth frowned. "Without you or Thalia, Zeus has no one in our time. He must have just allowed Hermes to send two. He's plenty represented anyway with you two here."

The Stolls grinned at each other. "Sweet!"

"Maybe Persephone gave one of you to Demeter just to bug Hades," Percy teased innocently, and Nico face palmed.

"Stupid, freak-farmer, mad woman… freakin' daisy…" Percy just laughed at him as he muttered violently under his breath.

"I'm not a demigod, I'm just a satyr!" Grover cried. "There has to be a mistake…"

"Yeah, and I'm mortal, surely I don't count? There's not much I could do on a quest... hey, I wonder if Mr. D sent you, isn't he in charge of the Satyrs?" Rachel wondered aloud and everyone laughed at Grover's deep discomfort and violent blush at that idea.

"Yeah, like he would send his own son on a quest," Travis rolled his eyes.

"I just want to know why they would need to be represented?" Piper wondered. "The people of this age know and worship the gods, why would they need to send us back?"

"I don't know, but uh, guys… we're getting some funny looks." Grover muttered. It was true, people were starting to come out of buildings as everyone woke up and began to go about their daily lives and were shooting odd glances at the group of teens around the fountain.

"We need to figure out exactly what happened and why we're here," Annabeth said logically, but in a lower voice as more and more people started to give them funny looks.

"Geeze, it's like we have two heads or somthing," Leo frowned, looking disapprovingly at the people passing by giving that were them the evil eye.

"Dude, we're in Ancient Greece, I'm sure none of them have ever seen a Hispanic before," Travis snickered, and then both brothers burst into laughter at Leo's face.

"Well, that means Hazel, Frank, Piper, and I stick out like sore thumbs." Leo pouted, and Frank shifted self-consciousnessly beside him. The girls just rolled their eyes.

"Focus!" Annabeth cried, getting their attention again. "I think we should give offerings, like we do at camp before dinner, only, uh…"

"Use the fountain," Percy supplied and she nodded.

"Yes, exactly. We figured out Thalia and Rachel's patron by simply saying their names, if we give offering, maybe we'll catch their full attention, maybe get some help in figuring out what's going on."

"Catch the attention of this time's gods? Uh, is that safe?" Frank muttered.

"Yeah, things are different here, what if demigods aren't treated the same?" Grover fretted. "What if we make them angry? What if-?"

"Geeze, you really need to loosen up." Connor laughed.

"He's got a point," Jason defended the Satyr. "The Romans don't even exist yet, what's going to happen when Frank, Hazel, or I go offering to our parents as their kids, and they don't recognize us?"

"Well, there's one way to find out!" Percy said cheerfully, clapping his hands together and slipping out a golden drachma from a pocket in his robes. Before they could discuss it more, he flipped it off his thumb and it landed in the fountain with a *plunk!*.

"Where's you get that?" Leo asked.

Percy shrugged. "Came with the clothes." Then to the water he said calmly,"Poseidon, my father, accept my offering." The water glowed bright green. "Ow!" Percy jumped as he gripped his wrist, feeling a searing, white-hot pain shoot through his arm. It was like a flash, and then it was gone, and when he looked down again, there was an emerald green trident imprinted on his skin. (A/N, opposite arm from SPQR tattoo, same with all Romans, who get Greek symbols of their parents)

Annabeth caught on and tossed a coin in. "Athena, my mother, accept my offering." The water shot little beams of gray/silver light and Annabeth—expecting it by now—simply looked down as the image of an owl clutching and olive branch was burned into her inner forearm.

The others exchanged looks and slipped coins out of their pockets as well. For the most part, it went as expected: Frank—Ares, Piper—Aphrodite, Leo—Hephaestus, Rachel—Apollo, Thalia—Artemis, the Stolls—Hermes, Jason—Hera, and then things got weird. Or funny.

"Uh… Dionysus, patron of Satyrs, accept my offering." Grover said, his voice wavering in fear. The fountain glowed purple and he leapt a good four feet in their air (no exaggeration, goat feet can jump) as the image of a grape bunch appeared on his wrist. "If I have to go back to our time with this, I'll never live it down…" He sighed sadly, and Percy clapped him on the shoulder sympathetically.

"Hades, my father, accept my offering." Hazel said calmly, tossing in her coin.

Nothing happened.

"Uh… re-do?" Leo asked, cocking his head to the side.

"Ok, this isn't funny." She frowned, drawing out another coin hesitantly. "Should I try Pluto?"

"No, I don't think so, because Frank was accepted by Ares, and Jason by Hera, not Mars or Juno. Try Demeter." Nico suggested and she sighed heavily.

"Ok… Demeter, goddess of the fields, my patron (?), accept my offering." This time, the water was filled with a tan/golden light. Hazel pinched the bridge of her nose and bit her lips.

"Oh gods, your dad sold you out to that mad-lady!" Connor and Travis howled with laughter.

"Shut up Travis, we all know you love Katie, and I don't think she'd like you trash talking her mother!" Nico snapped in defense of his sister, and the one Stoll brother instantly clamed up while the other laughed harder.

"Demeter has children of her own, why…?" Hazel muttered under her breath, while Nico offered to Hades and the fountain water went black for a moment.

"Oh that's pretty," Piper eyed the pitchy water as it gradually lightened back to normal.

"WITCHCRAFT!" Someone yelled.

"What was that?" Leo blinked sarcastically, putting a finger in his ear and flinching as the man that had appeared right next to him screamed right next to his ear.

"SORCERY!" He bellowed, catching the attention of everyone on the street. "DEMON SPAWN!" He screamed, snatching Nico's upper arm and dragging the boy back, shaking him in front of everyone watching the scene.

"I take offense to that," Nico muttered, frowning, before wrenching his arm away from the man and backing up a few skittering steps, dusting himself off and giving the man a death glare that had the guy backing up too, away from the kids.

"Ireneus, what are you saying? These young people have done nothing but praise the twins Apollo and Artemis, leave them be!" Said the man who had caught them outside his house earlier.

"No! This boy turned the water black as death! They are dangerous, Kleon, I beg of you all, listen to me!" The man named Ireneus howled to the people and they shifted away from the kids.

"Sir! Please! It was as trick of the light, we would never do black magic, we mean no harm!" Annabeth put on her best "teacher's pet" voice and tried to persuade him, but he just backed away farther from her.

"He shouldn't have been able to see that," Rachel murmured to the other demigods. "What about the mist?"

"Maybe it wasn't invented yet," Frank shrugged, and the others exchanged wide-eyed looks. Doing a quest would only be that much harder if the mortals knew exactly what was going on. It was hard enough when they didn't.

"No! Treachery! Monsters from Tartarus!"

"Please!" Nico snapped. "Have you ever been to Tartarus!" he spat venomously, a nerve obviously being struck hard, and Percy grabbed his shoulder and shoved him back before he got them in more trouble.

"You saw nothing," Piper said calmly, and everyone froze and blinked once. "We're just normal kids out on a normal morning to praise the gods."

"I didn't see a thing… wait, what was I looking at?" Leo said, dazed and confused.

"I…" Ireneus fell for her charmspeak instantly, shaking his head rapidly, as well as the crowd behind him. "I'm sorry, forgive me! I don't know what came over me! Have a nice day!" He waved pleasantly and continued strolling down the road.

"There is no Mist…" Grover groaned.

"Oh, this is gonna be so much fun…" Jason sighed.