Honestly, John wasn't even surprised when Sherlock told him that he (Sherlock)was half god. Sherlock told him about the camp he used to go to as a kid. All John said was,
"So when are we visiting?"

"Right now," Sherlock said.

"WHAT?" John yelled. "I havea date today!"

John thought he saw something shift in Sherlock's eyes, but just brushed it off.

"You don't have to come," Sherlock said.

"No no, I want to come," said John quickly. "Just, next time, give a warning earlier, alright?" Sherlock nodded.

"It's been years since I've last visited. The last time was when a new camper, Annabeth arrived. She was eight. Her best friend got turned into a tree."

John didn't even ask.

"Alright, let's go."

They went outside and Sherlock tossed a gold coin into the ground, and a few seconds later, a cab appeared. It didn't seem to be in good condition, but Sherlock motioned for John to get in.

When they got in, they barely had time to buckle their seatbelts before they sped off at an alarming speed that made John alarmed. The speed just increased until, suddenly, they stop. John's face almost became part of the front seat. Sherlock just sat there, looking perfect as always. Wait what? John brushed those thoughts aside. Sherlock calmly stepped off and pulled John off too. He gave a half smile to the driver.

"My thanks to you," he said.

Then the cab disappeared. They went deepinto the woods and stopped. Sherlock cleared his throat.

"I,Sherlock Holmes, son of Athena, give John Watson permission to enter Camp Half-Blood."

John could suddenly see kids of all ages sword fighting, climbing walls, and doing activities. There was a strawberry field. Sherlock strode right in, his suit barely affected by the wind. Like usual, Sherlock had left the top button unbuttoned and he did not have a tie. John trailed behind him. The tension seemed to drain out of Sherlock the moment they stepped inside the a group of girls huddled close together, giggling, spotted him, they shrieked.

"Sherlock, Sherlock!" They chanted and giggled. John could see that they were gorgeous. Sherlock grinned. John didn't think he'd ever seen Sherlock smile that big before.

"I've missed them."

Another group of kids looked over. They were discussing things and some of them were reading. They broke out into grins.

"Hey, Sherlock! We've missed you, come on over here, ya little genius!" One of them yelled.

"Hey, go get Annabeth!" Another shouted.

"On it!" Someone ran off.

"Who's that behind you?"

Sherlock pulled him over.

"This is John, he's my personal blogger," said Sherlock.

"What do you put?" A girl with blond hair asked. John realized that almost all of them had blond hair.

"Oh, well, um, I writeabout our cases-"

"Our?" A boy asked.

"Yes, our, Carter, I have friends too." Sherlock said, amused.

"So, What's Sherlock like?" Carter asked.

"Well, for starters, he's a self proclaimed, 'high functioning sociopath'," John said. The kids rolled their eyes.

"He's not that sympathetic and doesn't really no the meaning of careful around sensitive topics." John continued.

"Glad to know you think that of me," Sherlock said in mock offense.

"By the way, Sherlock, you've missed so much here! You've missed two wars!" Someone said.

Sherlock looked surprised.

"Really? Against who?" He asked.

"Well, they were against Kronos and Gaia."

"What?" Sherlock yelled. "How'd you win?"

"Well, we won cause of-" there was a shriek behind them.

"Annabeth!" A teenager yelled. "Give me back my blue cupcake!"

A girl in front of him, holding a blue cupcake, laughed and ran even faster. A blond haired boy ran alongside her, laughing as well.

"Malcolm, help me!" The boy wailed.

"Not a chance, Perce," the person running with the girl said. The three reached John and Sherlock. They didn't seem out of breath at all. Annabeth looked over at Sherlock in surprise.

"You're Sherlock Holmes?" She said. "I thought you'd be taller."

"I take the precaution of a good coat and a short friend," Sherlock said. John couldn't hold back a laugh. Annabeth turned to him.

"The last time Sherlock said that, he was in the queen's palace with nothing but a sheet on him and when he turned to leave, his brother stepped on his sheet, causing it to fall. He did catch it, but still," John reminisced. Percy laughed. Annabeth sighed, exasperated.

"What?" Percy whined. "It's funny!"

"RIGHT!" Yelled the person telling the, about the wars. "As I was saying, we won the wars with the help of this idiot right here," he playfully shoved Percy.

"And Annabeth," Percy added.

"Well then, nice job," Sherlock congratulated.

"Thanks," said Percy. John stood to the side awkwardly, not knowing what to do.
"So, anything interesting happen lately?" Asked Carter. "I meant cases, by the way."
"Have you heard of project H.O.U.N.D?" Sherlock asked. They shook their heads. Annabeth spoke up.
"Actually, I think I have. Isn't it an expirament that went horriblywronging they had to shut it down? I think it was in Indiana."
"Yes," said Sherlock. "One person did not give up though. He put the chemical they were developing in the fog at the forest so that people would have hallucinations when there."
"That sounds interesting," said a little girl around eight.
"When a kid a his father went to visit, oblivious of what would happen, the person jumped at them, killing the father and traumatizing the child. Twenty years later, we eventually figured out who it was, but the victimwas still a bit shaken."
"Poor kid," commented Annabeth. "What about you?" She gestured to John.
"Oh, there's really nothing interesting about me-"
"An opera singer kidnapped John and his girlfriend because she thought he was me." Sherlock interrupted. "She did hear him mocking me while I was searching someone's flat though. He was mad that I wouldn't let him in. I was in a tough situation because
I was being strangled to death by 'the spider'."
"What?" John asked. "You never told me that."
"I never told you I was malnourished and had double kidney failure, but you should have figured it out. What kind of doctor are you?"
"Wait, what?" A girl asked. "Why?" She asked.
"He was high on drugs," John replied before Sherlock could. The girl groaned.
"I told you to be careful, Sherlock, and you just go ahead and throw that warning out the window. But anyways, you got a boyfriend? Girlfriend?"
"Nope," Sherlock said.
"The closest he ever got to a girlfriend was Irene Adler," John said. Their mouths dropped open.
"Irene Adler?" Annabeth asked. "You're sure?"
"Yeah," John said.
"Oh my gods, how did you manage that? Her standards are through the roof! She doesn't even like
Percy!"
Sherlock raised an eyebrow.
"She's a demigod?" He asked.
"Yes," Annabeth.
"Well, that's not very surprising. Aphrodite?"
"Yep."
"Makes sense, since she showed up naked and then she drugged me."
Percy snorted.
"Seriously?" He asked.
"Yes, seriously," said a voice behind them. "And I didn't expect to see you back so soon, Sherlock. How's your boyfriend?"
"For the last time, we are nota couple!" John said.
"Yes you are," she said.
"Well, if anyone even cares, I'm not gay!" John shouted. "Stop thinking we're a couple. Please!"
Annabeth saw a flicker of disappointment in Sherlock's eyes before he went back to normal. Annabeth grinned to herself. She would have to talk to Piper about this.
"Um, I've gotta run, so see you guys later, alright?" Annabeth said. "Come on, Seaweed Brain!" With that, she dragged him in the direction of the Aphrodite cabin. Irene saw and gave them a wink. Good luck, she mouthed. Annabeth
smiled.