1. Through The Mist
Disclaimer: I did not create and do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Percy Jackson & The Olympians. The former springs from the mind of Joss Whedon, the latter from Rick Riordan. I just like to play...Author's Note
: The following series of drabbles was originally written for various challenges at the tthdrabbles community on LiveJournal. There may or may not eventually be more, but I make no promises.---
“You can see the camp?” Percy said slowly.
Xander and Buffy exchanged confused glances, while Willow looked as if she’d just had a thought. It was left to Dawn to answer.
“Duh,” she said.
“Hey, before you take us to your leader, want to explain why you’re so surprised we can see you?” Dawn demanded.
Her patience was wearing thin. It wasn’t as if it had been her sister or the Scoobies’ idea to accidentally wash up on this beach after fighting a very cranky ancient water demon.
“Mortals aren’t supposed to be able to,” Annabeth replied shortly. “The Mist blocks you from seeing things properly. But for some reason it’s not working on any of you.”
Percy noticed that no one in the odd group seemed to bat an eyelid at being called ‘mortals’.
“By mortals, you mean normal humans, right?” Buffy asked.
“Pretty much,” Percy replied.
“Oh, well that explains it then. No normal humans here,” Dawn said, rolling her eyes at having to state the obvious.
“Hey!” Xander protested.
“She’s right, Xander. As often as you’ve been hit by the mojo or possessed, I think you left normal behind a while ago,” Willow told him.