a/n i dont own the first 12 chapters of this story, the writer of it just stopped writing and i decided to finish where she left off. check out her profile at longlastingdreams on fanfiction i also dont own any pjo characters
Annabeth was in the Athena cabin, watching television. Tons of monsters were always attacking the borders for some reason, even without the use of electronics. This went on for several weeks, until the Stoll brothers asked if they could use phones inside camp borders. Chiron had said no –of course—but when the Stolls protested that monsters were already attacking, Chiron had allowed it.
The Stolls now ran their own personal business in selling electronics to cabins: phones, TVs, IPods. You name it, they had it. The two brothers had originally charged Annabeth over five-hundred dollars for a flat screen TV, but when she said she could arrange an appointment with Clarisse just for them, they gave it to her for free. After the prank they had pulled, Travis and Connor owed her—big time.
Annabeth casually flipped through the channels. She didn't feel like watching Discovery Channel or Cartoon Network, so she turned to the News station. She leaned back in the recliner and watched the reporter give the latest news.
The rest of the Athena cabin had went to the campfire, but she didn't feel like going. She just wanted to relax for a while without a care in the world. She started to fall asleep.
This is the life, she thought to herself as she sighed out loud.
She tuned out the reporter for a moment, but jolted back up to watch him as he said something that had worried her.
"The former teacher at Nursery Times Daycare is still on the loose." The reporter announced. "After going insane and killing one of the children, she ran into the woods and wasn't found again. Our police officers are still trying to find her, saying they may have a clue as to where she is hiding.
On a happy note—"
Annabeth turned it off. She had heard enough.
The camp had been following this case for a long time, thinking the teacher might have been an overwhelmed goddess. They sent demigods to go on a quest to find her (and find out if she was a goddess) and take her to Camp, but none of them came back.
Grover had gone to the daycare a few months ago, claiming that small demigod children were being taken care of there. When one of them was killed, they sent people to save the kids from the crazy teacher, but she had already run off.
Chiron stopped sending half-bloods there because of the big chance of them getting killed.
Annabeth and Percy had tried to protest that the little demigods needed help, but Chiron said they were probably staying away from the daycare, with their mortal parent.
They also tried to tell him they could find the teacher, but Chiron told them it was too dangerous.
Everyone in camp had stopped asking to go on that quest because Chiron was so stressed with all of the monsters attacking Camp Half-Blood's defenses.
So there Annabeth was, trying to find evidence that the lunatic teacher was a crazy goddess.
Someone rapped on the Cabin 6's door. Annabeth got up and opened it. There stood the rest of her cabin, smiling and laughing as always. She greeted them and they entered the cabin. It got much louder as some people sat in front of the television to watch Adventure Time, while some played chess and checkers. Malcolm walked up to Annabeth and started talking about the newest monster assaulting technique he had learned.
"Awesome, Malcolm. Um, listen, I need to get some fresh air, okay? I'll be back in a few." Annabeth didn't wait for his reply when she stepped out of the noisy cabin.
The smell of burnt marshmellows filled the air. She smiled and headed towards the beach, so she could think about the next day's work.
She looked up at the starry night sky. Stars littered the sky, shining brightly. Her flip-flops slid off her feet and she started to walk on the sand. Water washed up on her toes occasionally.
"Annabeth," a voice called her.
She turned to face Percy who was gesturing her to come over to where he was. She sighed and pulled her shoes on again as she jogged up the beach.
"Yeah, what's up?" she said.
"We finally broke Chiron. He's letting us go on the quest."
"He is?"
"Yeah. Come on, he needs you in the Big House."
They held hands as they walked. Percy started telling Annabeth how Clarisse persuaded Chiron. Annabeth was shocked that Clarisse would want to go on a dangerous quest like that—but then again, she had the guts to—Annabeth knew she had the chance of not surviving.
As they walked up the steps to the Big House, the door burst open.
"Ah, you're here." Chiron mused. "Come in, we have much to discuss."
Percy plopped onto the velvet couch, next to Nico. Annabeth sat on the floor, refusing to sit by the Stolls. Who knew what their next prank would be? Chiron didn't have coca-cola at that meeting—thank Zeus—after Travis and Connor's little…catastrophe. Chiron was in wheel chair form so he could fit through the door.
"Now, the Olympians have decided to let you go on this quest." Chiron announced. "All of you can go."
The demigods stayed silent. It wasn't exactly a 'cheering matter'. Annabeth had thought for a moment the Stolls would say, Yay! We get to find a crazy killer! The best part is…we all get to die! Boo-yah!
"Annabeth, have you seen the latest news report?" Chiron asked.
"Yes, sir. The police may have a trace on her, but—"
"No, no, no. Just a few minutes ago, they released a news flash saying they found the teacher." Chrion said grimly.
Annabeth looked around at her friends, who were just as confused. "Um, isn't that a good thing. If they found her—"
"They found her back in the daycare. She's holding the young demigods hostage. She says that if anyone comes to save them, she'll kill them all."
Percy looked over at Annabeth. "Okay. We can work with that. Connor, Travis, got any good disguises?"
The two troublemakers grinned at each other. "The disguises aren't very good, but we have something that might do the trick for a daycare."
"Oh, gods," Clarisse muttered.
They pulled out red pills, shaped like M&Ms. "These can turn you into a five year old. We can sneak in and pretend to be held hostage, then free the kids."
Clarisse considered their plan. "Sounds good. Side-effects of the pills?"
"You lose your memory until your turn back to your normal age." Travis replied.
"That's not so bad—"
"But you act like you did when you were five, too." Connor added.
"Oh." Clarisse glanced at her sneakers. "I was a violent little toddler."
"We only have a few pills, so we all have to decide who gets to be a kid and who doesn't."
Chiron thought for a moment, then turned to Annabeth. "Can you go upstairs and get my time-travel Iris message system?"
Annabeth nodded and headed up the wooden stairs.
"You have a time-travel Iris message system?" Nico said in awe.
"How did you get it?" The Stolls asked.
"I'm just that cool," Chiron responded.
Connor and Travis snickered. Travis whispered: "Chiron doesn't realize that C.O.O.L represents constipated—"
"Shut it," Clarisse growled.
Annabeth came downstairs with a bronze disc about the size of a large plate. She set it on the table and looked up at Chiron.
"How does this thing work?" she asked.
"Well, I'll show you. Be patient and watch." Chiron said.
A/N: I created the time-travel Iris Message System because I couldn't think of anything else, so don't comment that it's not in Greek Mythology, because I know it's not. So anyway, PEACE!