Heroes of Brolympus

by Fezzes at 221b

*to be read in an over-enthusiastic movie trailers narrators voice* The long-awaited return of Jercy comes back in this thrilling sequel to 'Bro' Percy and Jason are happy, living at Camp Half-Blood with disapproving cousins around every corner (or just seated at the same table) not to mention the horrendous amount of puns, innuendos and far too much 'bro' to be healthy/normal.

1. Chapter 1

Hello and welcome to Bro II. If you have a prompt, leave a comment.

(I was bored and at a disco, so I decided 'What beer time to remake one of my favourite stories, which I have been procrastinating for months now')

Hope you guys enjoy.

Fez.

Percy collapsed on his bunk on Cabin Three, after an entire summer term at Goode.

He hadn't done anything that may have gotten him chucked out. Of course, Annabeth had been there, and anytime he had even considered skipping a detention or a piece of homework, she was there, regarding him with steely grey eyes and a firm finger pointing towards the dreaded door of detention, where hopes and dreams go to die. Or the even worse, the impossible piece of paper, crumpled from where he had scrunched at the bottom of his bag. She had also helped with defeating the thirty or so monsters that appeared at irregular and wildly inopportune intervals. Like that one right before his Math exam (well, he had been willing to let that one run rampage and hopefully cancel his test... Annabeth hadn't agreed.)

And now he was back at camp, with an entire summer, memories intact and decidedly out of Tartarus.

Just as he closed his eyes, there was a thump against his door.

With a groan, he sat up wearily. It was another two hours until he had to be at dinner and he was so ready for a nap.

"C'min." He groaned.

"I can't." Came Jason's apologetic voice, through the door. "My hands are full."

"You are the son of the thunder god." Percy grumbled as he swung himself off the bed and stumbled to the door. "Can you not find a way to open it with your powers?"

"Hey bro." He said, opening the door to a smiling Jason, who's arm were full with a covered tray.

"Bro, I haven't seen you for ages!" He exclaimed, walking in as Percy shuffled his feet back to his bed and fell face-first onto it.

"What have you got?" He mumbled, turning over to look at the older boy, who was using his sword to cut through something in the tin.

"BROwnies." The blonde boy turned around and gave the tired boy a shit-eating grin.

"Bro." Percy said, smiling.

"Bro."

He had missed Jason.

There was a pause where they both grinned at each other.

"Do they have pot in them?"

"What the heck? No?!"