A.N. Hi guys! I wanted to do a percabeth one-shot of their kids. If you review enough (HINT HINT), I might turn it into a story. And yes, to prevent any confusion, they do know about gods and demigods.


11 Year old Camille's POV

"Of course I'm coming!"

I announced to my best friend, Tara. We were walking home from school (we only live a block from it), while chatting about Blake Johnson's (the cutest and most popular kid in fifth grade) party. Out of the twenty three kids in my class, he invited me and Tara. Okay, that's not true. He invited everyone in Mrs. Wahl's 5C classroom. But that's what makes him even more popular! He's so nice.

"But what about your Mom's new job? And the most important fact, your Dad is in the Olympics? There both so busy!" She argued. I sighed. Sometimes it was hard not having Mom and Dad around. I know Mom is redesigning the Mt. Olympus throne room, and Dad is in the mortal Olympics, but still. Although they will have the summer off, I wish they could be here during the day. It looked like Tara heard my sigh. Her face scrunched up in confusion.

"I'm sorry, Camille. I know how hard it is not having your parents around."

I smiled. Tara always knows what's wrong with me.

"Thanks, Tara."

Was all I said. We had reached my place. Since Dad has one ten more medals than Michael Phelps, we have a pretty big house. I'm just glad I have my room separated from the twins. I shivered. They are pure terror.

"See you tomorrow, Tara." I called walking up the steps to our mansion.

"You too, Cam." She called back. I opened the glass door into my house. In the living room, Travis and Connor were having a full-blown pillow war. "CUT IT OUT!" I yelled in my 'big' voice. They stopped, then smiled, like they knew I couldn't stop them. "Onward!" Yelled Connor. They started again, feathers flying everywhere. I smiled, evily. I closed my eyes and summoned all the water from the bathroom sink, bathtub, and toilet. I now had a wall of h2o behind me.

"I said, CUT IT OUT! Or you get soaked with toilet water!" They looked on in shock. Only I have the Poseidon water powers. The twins of terror have the Athena genes. My eyes softened a fraction of a degree as they whispered excuses.

"Now help me clean this up." Nether of them flinched. My eyes blazed again. I willed the water to move a little closer.

"Now." I commanded. That got them going. I used the my powers in the shape of many hands to help Travis and Connor put the feathers back.

"Thanks, boys. Now please DON'T do that again." They nodded in unison.

"Don't you have homework?" I queried.

"Nah." Said Travis.

"We finished on the way home from school." Added Connor. I sighed. Sometimes I wish I was super smart. The twins already skipped a grade, second. But I think Mom was behind it, mostly. I put on my friendly, big-sisterly smile.

"Do you think you guys could help me with mine?" I asked, chanting 'say yes, say yes, say yes!' Over and over again in my head. They looked at each other, sending messages between their eyes. I hate it when they do this, it's like a secret code that nobody can crack. Finally, Travis nodded.

"We can help you, for a price." He said, smiling evily. I didn't like the sound of that.

"Well do your homework for the rest of the school year, if you take us to our um, club every Saturday. We need to take the bus, and mom says we can't ride without someone else." Connor added. I thought about it. Only Saturday? And homework for the REST OF THE YEAR?

"I'm in." I said. The boy's faces lit up.

"But only if you shake on it, and the homework has to be actually done, not scribbles of 'I'm a little gasy' signs all over it, like last time." I quickly said, before they could get any ideas. I shook out my hand.

"We have a deal?" I asked. Connor and Travis shook it. "Deal." They said in rhythm. (I swear it's like they practice it...) I smiled.

"Are Mom and Dad home yet?" I asked, but I already knew the answer. They shook their heads.

"Nope." Travis said, popping the 'p.'

"We're gonna go watch TV in our room." Connor said.

"We are?" Travis queried in confusion. Connor gave him a cold gray eye stare.

"Yes, we are." He said gritting his teeth. Travis looked enlightened.

"Oh yeah, we ARE GOING TO OUR ROOM TO WATCH TV." He shouted, staring at me. He walked past Connor and so obviously winked at him. I giggled. Connor facepalmed.

"Yeah, like he said, well be in our room." He followed Travis up the stairs all the while glaring at him like as soon as the walked into their room he would kill him.

"Wait, boys, the deal!" I shouted up to them. Connor poked his face between the stairwell poles questionably. I rolled my eyes.

"Homework?"

"Oh yeah, right." He remembered.

I am ze line breaker taking you to after dinner when Mom and Dad are home

(Still Camille's POV) (point of view)

"Hey Dad?" I asked him.

"Yeah, Cam?"

"Can we watch Despicable Me 2?" I asked. He looked over at Mom with green puppy-dog eyes.

"Please?" He asked. I joined in. It was impossible for Mom to refuse both of us. She sighed.

"Its a school night!" She protested, even though she knew it was hopeless. We stared a little harder.

"But it's only six!" I argued. She then threw up her arms in protest.

"Fine! Fine! You win. Just start it now, or never." She said. I smiled.

"Thanks Mom!" I thanked her with a hug. I called the boys down from their hideout. Soon we were all nestled with super-soft blankets on the couch, ready for my favorite movie of all time.

"I'll get the popcorn." Said Mom and Dad at the same time. They both smiled. "Well both get it. One for boys, one for girls." Mom solved the problem. They walked into the kitchen as I started the previews. Soon I heard:

"Ladies first!"

"Guys first!"

"Woman first!"

"Men first!"

"Girls first!"

"Boys first!"

That was soon followed by silence. I wondered what happened to their popcorn feud. Me and the twins crept silently into the kitchen. We through open the doors and saw Mom and Dad kissing. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Cried both the twins.

"Two words:" they both said.

"Enough," said Travis,

"PDA!" Finished Connor. I was grossed out myself. It's okay when they do it in the movies, but in real life, DISGUSTING! We all shielded our eyes, and backed away. They broke apart suddenly.

"Oh, sorry kids. Can we, um, still watch the movie?" Dad said. I grimaced.

"Permitted, but you guys are on opposite sides of the couch." I said.

"Deal." Mom said.


So, some percabeth, funny stuff, and sibling rivalry. I hope you like it! And please review. Even one little: 'Good job!' Will make my day. So, if you want this to be turned into a story, review and tell me!