Disclaimer: I made it clear I don't own Heroes of Olympus. Nor do I own The Mortal Instruments by CASSANDRA CLARE.

A girl can only wish.

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3rd Person POV

The darkness faded from their minds as both boys sat up, one raven haired, the other an angelic blonde. The raven haired boy groaned. "Gods of Olympus, where am I?"

"You mean where are WE." He faced the blonde who got up, banging his head off the wall in doing so. "By the Angel." He exclaimed. The black haired boy looked at him curiously. "What the Hades are you on about?" The blonde stared at him. "Who are you even?" The dark haired boy looked affronted. "Percy Jackson, hero of Olympus."

"Olympus? I'm Jace Herondale but you've probably already heard of me."

Percy took a better look at the boy. He was dressed in black, his arms entwined with curious yet beautiful tattoos. And his eyes were an intense gold. Jace did likewise, observing everything from the sea green eyes and leather necklace to the deep tan and orange t-shirt that had the letters CHB.

Percy shrugged. "No idea who the hell you are."

Jace looked at him as though he feared Percy had brain damage. "Come again? You've never heard of me? Me? Last living Herondale, Valentine's adopted son, extra angel blood, formerly infused with Heavenly Fire?"

"Absolutely nooooooo idea."

Jace drew his eyebrows together. "You... have no marks... how is it that you can see me? Mundanes can't see past glamours."

"Don't flatter yourself, Herondale, you're not exactly teen Vogue material and glamour is taking it a bit far. But I'm a demigod. We ALWAYS see through the Mist. Mortals can't."

Jace looked confused. "A demigod? I'm a shadowhunter, a demon killer."

It was Percy's turn to stare. "What now?"

"You know, Nephilim. Blood of the Angel Raziel." He continued filling Percy on about shadowhunters while Percy looked flabbergasted.

"I never knew this and i'm not exactly a child of Athena but even I should know this." Jace's amber eyes widened as he learned of demigods and Camp Half-Blood.

"So what did you say about extra angel blood?" Percy inquired as they got other the initial shock.

Jace smirked. "Oh you know, was an experiment, the best of my kind, was bought up by a psychopath, died, returned from death, was kidnapped by my girlfriend's brother, was stabbed and infused with Godly fire, saved the world. Same old, same old." He examined his fingernails, his face betrayed the barest hint of annoyance that Percy wasn't looking at the hero worship he usually received. "What about you?"

Percy shrugged and sat down on the black stone floor and leaned against a black stone wall.

"Well let's see...

Was accused of stealing Zeus' Master Bolt when I was 12. Retrieved it, met Hades in the Underworld and stopped civil war. Journeyed to the Sea of Monsters to retrieve the Golden Fleece after I was attacked by cannibal Canadians when I was 13. When I was 14 I found to children of the Underworld, held up the weight of the Sky and saved the Goddess Artemis. We discovered the Labryinth when I was 15 where I met a Hundred-Handed one, met Daedalus and found a mortal girl who saved us by throwing her blue plastic hairbrush into the eye of the Titan Kronos. Defended Manhattan with the other demigods by destroying Kronos and saved the world when I was 16. Was kidnapped by Hera who stole my memories for a bit. Met the actual Death and freed him. Saved the world by helping destroying Gæa, being on of the Seven in the Great Prophecy issued by the Oracle of Delphi. Destroyed a few monsters on the way like like Medusa, the Minatour and a Fury. Nothing new."

Percy put his arms behind his head.

Jace's eyes raked Percy as he knelt in front of him. "So saved a bunch of people. Same here."

Percy leaned closer. "Was a vessel for Heavenly fire. Not bad."

"Skilled with seraph blades and a few other weapons. Nothing I really brag about."

"Own Hercules' old sword. Met the girl who crafted it. Typical life."

Both their eyes were gleaming now, gold matching green.

"Last Herondale."

"Only son of Poseidon."

"Lived with an abusive adoptive father."

"Had a step father that treated my mom like dirt."

"Definitely the better one here."

"I think the credit belongs to me."

Jace and Percy were so close. Jace pinned Percy's arms above his head. "Show me."

He kissed Percy with such a force that he gasped, allowing Jace's tongue in his mouth. He grabbed the blonde's black shirt and yanked it over his head, his hands travelling over hard muscle; Jace returned the favour. He shifted so Percy was on the floor- beneath him, moaning- his fingers on Percy's jeans-

"We'll come back later."

Both boys ceased their kissing and looked up to see the flushed, wide eyed faces of Clary and Annabeth.

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They were both flushed for a reason *wink wink*. Tell me if you want me to write what they were doing before they rescued their boyfriends. PM or comment!

-InsecureAngle