Hi there, I'm rewriting! Same story just in the third person! I really hope you enjoy, and feel free to ask me any questions.

"Peter, hurry up! Move any slower and dad'll notice we're gone!" Angie yelled as she raced across the field of Mars. She was ahead of her brother by a few meters, but he was easily keeping pace with her.

"Dad's going to find out anyway."

"Well, duh! Of course he'll find out, it just depends on when he finds out."

"Remind me why I came with you?" Peter called forward

"Because you're my older brother and you're suppose to protect me from harm; that and you want this just as much as I do." They reached the end of the field without any issues and crossed the bridge over the river towards the Caldecott Tunnel. There were two guards at the other end, but they ignored the siblings as they ran by. Eventually they hit the sidewalk and slowed down so they could blend into the morning crowd.

"I can't believe we are doing this again," Peter complained, "Dad specifically tole us never to cross the Little Tiber without him."

"He also told us not to sneak out of the city in order to participate in the war games, but did that stop us?"

Well; no, but-"

"No! It didn't" Angie yelled triumphantly earning a few stares from the people around her, "Learn to live a little, Peter. You've got to have a bit of adventure in your life. All you do is sit around mom's study and read books. That's got to be so boring!"

"At least mom's logical. You and dad are clones, spontaneous and crazy!"

"I'm not crazy and I'm offended that you think I am!"

"You know all those stories dad told us?"

"You mean the ones both you and I were raised on?

"Yeah, well you sound just like dad when he was your age. Always doing things on a whim, not consulting anyone, and dragging others into your shenanigans."

"Alright, since you clearly don't want to be part of my 'Shenanigans,' I'm not buying your drink."

"Um, no, that's not necessarily, Angie. I want to be here."

"Yeah, that's what I thought," she said giving him a playful smirk. She always knew what made her brother tick, and; although he denies it, Peter always loved sneaking out of the city. Sure they always got into trouble when their father caught up, but the short thrill was worth it.

"You really are like dad though," Peter informed, "In personality and appearance." Peter wasn't wrong there. She had the same jet black hair, just longer; falling in waves to her shoulders. Her eyes were sea-green and always had a glint in their eye because more times than less Angie was always up to something. She also had tanned skin that was more from the sun than it was anything else and a splash of freckles across her nose and cheeks. Angie knew Peter would never vouche for her, but she was very smart, most people looked over that; though, because she had a tendency to act in the moment.

"And what about you, wise guy?" she returned, "You and mom are just as similar as Dad and I. The only difference is that mom's more interesting."

"I'm offended."

"Well it's the truth. you have her looks, messy blond hair startling gray eyes; and you have her intelligence. You read so much that you basically have the answer to every question in existence. The only thing you really have from dad is his height."

"I guess that makes us two parts of the same whole," he said, "I'm the brains and you're the brawns."

"We do make a good team, don't we?" she agreed.

They reached their location a few minutes later; a small cafe called Lovern. It might be a weird name, but it's family owned and it's cozy, as well as home to the best Chai tea latte either sibling had ever tasted. One of the owner's sons, Dewey, was seventeen, the same age as Peter. He was the one they usually found behind the counter when they arrived. The two of them were regulars...well sort of.

"Angie and Peter Jackson," Dewey called when he saw them walk in, "It's been a while."The place was mostly empty, there were a few people here and there; none of which looked suspicious.

"You make it sound like we're married." Angie replied before she could stop herself.

"Ignore that." Peter inserted immediately after laughing at how red Angie's face had gone, "How have you been?"

"Same as usual," the shaggy haired teen replied, "High school sucks, and I've got another year till college."

"Cause college is where all the real fun begins, right?" Peter joked. Angie knew Peter could easily already be in college, but he didn't want to skip. Aside from that, he'd still probably go to college in New Rome, so whatever 'real fun' he was talking about definitely wouldn't apply to him."

"So are you and your sister having your usual?"

"You know it!" Angie chimed, "and I'm paying since I lost a bet."

"You should know better by now than to bet against me, Angie."

"Yeah, well, I didn't learn so now I'm buying."

"So two medium chai tea lattes?"

"Make it a large." Peter corrected, "We won't be back her for a few weeks and I want to enjoy as much of this as I can."

"So two large chai tea lattes." he repeated ringing up the price, "Are you two heading out of town?"

"Yeah. Our parents have a reunion out in New York with some people from their hay day."

"High school reunion?" Dewey guessed.

"More or less." Angie answered, "It's always a fun trip though cause I get to see some of my friends, and I get to watch my father fly."

"He's terrified of flying," Peter explained, "and for good reason."

"Sounds fun. I'll get your drinks out asap, so just take a seat anywhere."

"Thanks Dewey!" they both said before finding a corner booth to sit at and wait.

"So, the reunion," Peter mumbled staring at his hands, "We leave tomorrow."

"Yeah. Another flight across the country with dad a nervous wreck the whole time." she joked remember the last time they had to fly.

"Do you think mom and dad'll let me stay home this time?"

"You stay home?" Angie scofted, "And miss a chance to see Paige again?" Paige was the daughter of Jason and Piper Grace. She was about two months older than Peter and was an absolute knock-out. Angie had been jealous of her for a while when she was a kid because Paige looked beautiful without even trying. she didn't think there was a bad picture of the girl anywhere and she knew Peter had had the biggest crush on her since they were kids.

"She doesn't like me." he mumbled.

"Oh she doesn't? So who does she like if not you?"

"Walker."

"Walker? As in Walker Solace, Adopted son of Will Solace and Nico di Angelo?"

"Yes him!" he moaned.

"Right, well I think you're okay there." Angie assured.

"What are you talking about?" Peter exclaimed, "The guys hotter than the sun!"

"Is that a joke, because he is a child of Apollo. That was a joke, right?"

"I wasn't making a joke. Walker is attractive, more so than me. It's no wonder that Paige likes him! He's hot perfect hair, a perfect face, perfect everything and if they got married they would have perfect babies and- gods this is hopeless!"

"Wow, I've never seen you freak out like this."

"Well why wouldn't I? Walkers funny and cool and a crap-ton more interesting than me."

"And I'm almost one-hundred percent certain his gay." Peter froze giving Angie the most dumbfounded look. Something she never saw on him.

"What?"

"Oh come on, Surely you noticed?"

"Noticed what?"

"And they call me the dumb one," Angie muttered,

"Noticed what?" Peter repeated.

"He checks out almost every attractive guy that walks buy."

"Doesn't mean he's gay."

"I suppose, but just watch, you'll see it. Besides, I'm pretty sure Paige likes you."

"Again, you have no proof."

"You should still try asking her out."

"I'm not taking dating advice from my fifteen year old sister!"

"even if it gets you a girlfriend?"

Please, you don't even have a boyfriend, Angie."

"Because there's no one I'm attracted to." she argued

"You sure about that one?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Because I just so happen to know that you like-"

"Oh look, our drinks," she chimed as one of the workers brought over their orders. Angie didn't recognize the guy, and wondered if Dewey had recently hired some new faces, "We should probably start walking so dad doesn't find this place." she said standing up.

"Yeah, that's what I though," he teased trailing his sister. They walked outside and down the sidewalk. They took the long way home, as always, so they could drink their drinks like the teenagers they were and talk about what they would be doing once they got to New York. This year was the 25th anniversary and was a very big deal to their parents and all their friends. Unlike all the other years, Angie and her family were going for a few weeks and not just one.

"It'll be good to see everyone again," Peter said, "it's been a while since we were all in the same place."

"Yeah is should be-uhh" Angie stopped walking rubbing her eyes. She felt funny, a little lightheaded and her vision was blurring

What the heck is going on?

"Angie, are you okay?" she blinked a few time trying to look around, but everything was spinning and it only made her nauseous.

"Ang-ouf!"

"Peter?" She looked around slowly only to see a lot of blur and not her brother. This was not a good sign. This was a really bad sign, and she could feel sleep washing over her.

"Aw, looks like daddy's little angel isn't feeling so well," Someone said, and Angie turned immediately swinging at empty air, "I'm not over there, sweetheart." Again she tried to follow the voice, but only hit air and stumbled forward onto her knees. "Nice try kiddo, but it doesn't work that way. I'm afraid you'll have to come with me."

"A-and if I don't want to?" she somehow managed to get out.

"Well, the drugs in the drink of yours aren't giving you much of a choice." Angie felt someone pick her up and she wanted to fight, but all the energy had left her. She thought they carried her to a car, but she wasn't sure. She fell asleep soon after.