If text is like this, it's Percy P.O.V.

If text is like this, it's Louisa's P.O.V

If text is like this, it's me.

This is a random thing I've come up with in the last five minutes, enjoy. (They're nearly seventeen in this). Tobias has been born, but he's with Athena and Poseidon in this bit. (Tobias is Percy and Annabeth's first child for those that haven't read Surprise or Marine Life).

"Die zombie scum!" Louisa laughed manically.

"I'm still winning!" I claimed, nudging my sister in the ribs.

"Not for long, bro." Louisa stuck her tongue out childishly. Yes, we were playing Black Ops: Zombies. We love this game. We're not brilliant at it, but we're (Louisa) slowly getting better at it.

"Percy! Lou! I've got them!"

"Not now, Mom! Major zombie killing streak!" Mom laughed, setting the box of Christmas decorations on the table.

"Is Jessica comin' over?" Lou asked, not looking round.

"Boxing day, Lou."

"Coolio. Thanks." Lou still doesn't call Mom 'Mom'. Mainly because Jessica was a mother figure to her for longer than our mom was and in Lou's mind, that's unfair and some form of betrayal.

And 'coolio' is one of her new words. No idea where she got it.

"I'm still winning, Lou!" Louisa shot a cheeky side glance at me. Oh gods, what was she thinking?

Doing her casual ninja thing, Louisa snatched my controller from my hands faster than Zeus's lightning. She then threw it across the room. "Cheater!" I scolded humorously. Louisa smirked evilly, gaining more kills while I got up to retrieve my control.

I walked past Lou, about to sit down. Of course, to get more zombie-killing-time, Louisa decides to oh-so-casually trip me up.

"Heh heh heh…" Louisa's eyes glinted menacingly.

"I'm telling Santa." I said childishly, getting up and sitting down heavily. Louisa gasped sarcastically.

"Oh, ya wouldn't." This was our running joke. Misbehave and Santa will know.

"I have Santa on speed dial." Louisa pulled a face, returning to our game.

I only just noticed I had gone down. "Lou, I'm going off you."

I love being me. Percy told 'Mom' that I tripped him up. Of course, I do my 'little angelic smile' (as Jess used to call it) and I got away with it.

"Red!"

"Blue!"

"Red!"

"Blue!"

"What now?" 'Mom' asked.

"Tinsel." Me and Percy said together.

"How about red and blue?"

"No. Red don't wanna be dulled by blue."

"Blue will just put red to shame!"

"Huh, in ya dreams!"

"Blue!" Percy was saved from a take down by a knock on the door. "I got it!" Percy cheered, bounding to the front door. While he was gone, I got all of the blue tinsel and other blue Christmas decorations and hid them around the apartment, where Percy will never find them.

Annabeth was at the door.

"Hiya, Seaweed Brain."

"Hiya, Wise-girl."

"How's Lou?"

"She kills zombies like a pro." I grinned, stepping back to let Annabeth walk in. I helped her out of her coat and took her scarf and gloves.

"Aw, isn't that gentlemanly of you, Seaweed Brain?"

"Bah humbug." Annabeth shot me her dazzling, cheeky smile.

We returned to Lou- who had conveniently set every red Christmas decoration in a pile on the table.

I looked in the box. "Lou, where's my blue?"

"What blue?" She asked innocently.

"The blue tinsel that was in the box."

"I think ya delusional, bro. There ain't no blue. Never was." I gave her the Look. Louisa's expression remained innocent.

"Wise-girl, can you help me, please?" Annabeth, who had been laughing, nodded.

We found a long strand of blue tinsel… in the toilet. I had water spew it onto the floor and nudged it with my foot. It instantly turned dry, but we were still reluctant to touch it.

Shitty tinsel. Yep. That's what I told Percy when he complained about finding his precious tinsel in the bog. I got some major evils from the dude.

Percy decided to get his own back by grabbing all the red tinsel and running out the door with it. I had a feeling what he was gonna do so I went to my room and put my RED (and white and black) St. Louis Cardinal's baseball jacket on.

I opened the window and jumped down the side of the fire escape, blanking the stairs. No time for stairs! Ever seen Riot Shield Man on YouTube? I love it. If you haven't seen it, go and watch it. There's like six or more episodes and- I'm getting off track. Bloody ADHD.

Percy's expression when I landed in front of him. Complete and utter surprise. I revelled in the look before he pulled himself together.

"Move, sis."

"Gimme ma stuff."

"No."

"Gimme ma stuff or I'll go all ninja-ree on ya ass." ('ninja-ree' pronounced as one word). Percy blinked at me. He's still getting used to my words.

"You put my tinsel in the toilet!"

"That's where all shit goes!"

"My tinsel isn't shit!"

"Is too!"

"Red's shit." Percy countered. He. Did. NOT. Just. Say. That.

"No Annabeth knockin' ta save ya." I lunged, colliding with Percy. Red Christmas decorations covered the thin layer of snow as we tumbled back.

We rolled about in the snow, trying to strangle the other. Louisa grabbed some red tinsel and wrapped it around my neck. Such a festive way to die.

"Percy! Louisa! Where-oh my gods! Again?" Annabeth ran into the alley and somehow managed to pull us apart. She stood between us. "If you keep this up, I'm choosing the colours."

Louisa glared at me. I glared back. Annabeth grabbed us by our upper arms and dragged us back indoors. She ordered me to sit on one sofa and Louisa to sit at the dining table. Then she went out and retrieved all the red decorations. When she returned, she dumped the red back into the box and then went and got all the blue.

When everything was back in the box, she carried it into the kitchen.

I felt a death stare on the back of my head. I turned round and saw Louisa glowering at me. I smiled sweetly and turned back.

Our Zombies game was still on. We had both died and our results were still up. On Kino der Toten we had gotten to round nineteen. I had over five hundred kills and Lou had four hundred and a bit. I had three downs and Louisa had five. Four revives for me, two for her. She got the most headshots- two hundred and twenty eight. I got fifty three.

"Twins, we're going!"

"Where?" I called back. Annabeth walked out of the kitchen, carrying two boxes, one on top of the other. I got up and went to help her.

"Thanks, Seaweed Brain."

"Where are we going?" I asked her, shifting my hold on the two boxes.

"Camp." I grinned. "Go and put those in the car. I'll bring your jacket down."

"Thanks." Annabeth opened the door for me and I was off.

"Lou. We're going."

"Don't wanna."

"So you want to miss the big Christmas party at Camp?" I looked at Annabeth. She smiled slyly. "Fine. Bah humbug to you." She wrapped her scarf around her neck, turned and left, grabbing Percy's jacket from the coat stand.

"Go on, Lou. You'll have fun." I looked up at 'Mom'.

"Are they gonna let ya in?"

"I've talked to Chiron and yes, they are. But I'm waiting for Paul."

"Oh. 'Kay."

"Is something wrong, Lou?"

"Nope. I'm good thanks."

"Sure?" I nodded. She looked at me sceptically. I stared her out. "Alright then, Lou. But if you need to talk I'm here, OK?"

"'Kay. Thanks."