Summary: Basically, Annabeth and Leo fight for control of Olympus Rehabilitation Center, Frank and Hazel are totally doing it, and Piper plans the greatest heist of all time, and it involves all seven members of Hera's little therapy group. Oh and Percy is totally loves Annabeth, and would admit it if his ADHD would stop acting up right when he tries to talk to her.

"Why don't we go around the circle, say our name, age, and one fact about ourselves. We've got many new people joining us today," Hera says brightly, "I'll start. My name's Hera, I'm thirty-two years old, and… hmm… I've worked here at Olympus Rehabilitation Center for eleven years this year."

"You're lying," a voice suddenly says.

Hera tenses, "Excuse me," she says through gritted teeth, turning towards the speaker, who is a pale, pretty girl with a lithe figure and curly blonde hair.

Startling grey eyes blink back at Hera, and the blonde tilts her head just so, "I'm sorry, did I mis-pronounce something? I said you were lying."

Hera looks horribly affronted, and she prods at her perfectly preened dark brown hair in frustration.

"You can't be thirty-two years old. That would make you twenty-one when you started, and to have the correct credentials, you are required to have a master's degree, and consequentially a bachelor's. Unless you are a genius, which, from the seven years I've known you, you most certainly aren't, you would not been able to complete schooling by the age of twenty-one."

"Well Miss Chase, since you are an experienced member of our program here," Hera says, smiling widely, the humor not reaching her eyes, "Why don't you introduce yourself the group then."

The girl rolls her eyes, "Annabeth Chase. I'm fifteen, and I am a genius."

"Why are you here then, if you're so clever? Shouldn't a wise girl like you know better than to land herself in therapy?" a voice says snarkily.

"Rehabilitation, Mr. Jackson, not therapy," Hera interjects.

Annabeth glares at the person in question, a handsome looking boy with sea-green eyes and messy dark hair.

"I'm here because I've got no where else to go, asshole. I suspect you're here because you chose to abuse substances or drank alcohol at some kegger and got caught. I see people like you just come and go from here. Frankly, I don't understand why I'm even in this group with you people who are so obviously beneath my intelligence."

"Now, Annabeth, you're here because during recovery it is good to be surrounded by peers of your age, especially in a condition such as yours," Hera says, trying to end the argument.

"I don't have a condition, Hera. I've been here since I was eight, I thought you would have figured that out already," Annabeth snaps snidely, "I'm just smarter than everybody else in this room."

"At least he gets invited to keggers, smart-ass," another boy right beside Percy says, with an impishly handsome face and curly black face. Hispanic features, and his mouth is twisted into an irritated scowl.

He drawls a metal lighter out of his pocket, fiddling with it. He flips the top open, then closes it.

Open.

Close.

Open.

Close.

"Mr. Valdez, you know you are not to have combustibles, especially a lighter," Hera states firmly when she sees the lighter in the boy's hands.

Valdez huffs, rolls his eyes, and puts the lighter in Hera's outstretched hand.

"Well then, that was a nice tangent," Hera sighs. She nods gently towards the person next Annabeth, a well-built boy with a buzz cut, "Go ahead and introduce yourself."

"Frank. I'm fifteen, and I like football."

Annabeth scoffs, "Obviously an abuse of steroids, or another performance enhancer," she says scathingly under her breath.

"Well done, Frank, next?" Hera says through gritted teeth, ignoring Annabeth.

A shy-looking girl with curly brown hair and dark skin sat up a little straighter in her blue plastic chair. She has large, luminous eyes, and she blinks twice before answering.

"I'm Hazel, and I'm fourteen, and my mother's a gypsy."

The boy with the green eyes and 'Mr. Valdez' snicker.

Hazel glares at the both of them, but Frank hesitantly pats her on the shoulder clumsily, and Hazel relaxes.

They snicker again.

"Next," Hera says, a migraine starting to form in between her eyes.

"Piper McLean, fifteen. I'm klepto," a girl with pretty features but clumsily chopped brown hair says.

"Well then," Valdez says, "That was straightforward."

Piper smirks, before letting her features drop into a cold, examining look. She reaches into her pocket, pulling out Leo's lighter that Hera had confiscated early and flashes it at him, giving a glimpse to Leo but not to Hera.

His false smile drops slightly, but it's back up in after a moment.

"Very impressive, princess. Can you steal other things? Like senses of humor?"

"What do you mea-" Hera begins, confused as she shoots a suspicious glance towards Piper next to her.

"Never mind," Valdez says dismissively, "I'm Leo, sixteen, and anything other than that is none o' ya business."

"How fitting," Annabeth says, "A snarky pyromaniac."

"Annabeth- It is very rude to accuse people of-"

"It's fine, Hera," Leo says angrily, "Smartass here is right. Let her have that superior moment of approval for her little bit of self-satisfaction that is the only thing that prevents her from killing herself at the end of the day."

"Mr. Valdez!"

"You know, Leo," Annabeth states coldly, "I've been here for seven years of my life, and I don't think I've ever met such an insecure, selfish, dick like you who hides behind that snarky little false persona. It's quite simple actually. You're actually a coward on the inside, aren't you? And you hide it behind that mask of yours. I can't wait 'til the day you leave rehab, because all that's going to happen is the cycle all over again. As soon as I turn eighteen, I'm off to Berkeley to work with particle accelerators, and where will you be in three years? Most likely doing some prostitute in the back of a sleazy club, or being arrested for another petty crime."

Annabeth huffs at the end of her rant, the room so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"Shall we… move on?" Hera says, breaking the awkward silence.

Leo and Annabeth are locked in a tense stare down, and everybody else seems on the verge of quitting and running out of the room to avoid the brewing war between the pyromaniac and the blonde. But Hera will be damned if she doesn't try to salvage her first summer group meeting, and she's not about to let a stubborn genius and a teenage boy obsessed with fire ruin that.

"Percy Jackson. I'm sixteen. I like planes, monkeys, and ice cream."

"Very nice, Mr. Jackson," Hera says, "Thank you for keeping it together," she adds, glaring at Annabeth and Leo, who shrug inconsequentially.

"Erm, I'm Jason Grace," a voice hesitantly says from beside Percy. He's handsome, with a well-formed face and mussy blonde hair. If Annabeth were Barbie, Jason would be Ken – (But for Annabeth to be Barbie she'd probably need a bigger rack and the ability not to open her mouth and be a smartass, and for Jason to be Ken, well he'd need to lose the whole prep-school, gay stylist look and get some actual clothes."

"I'm fifteen, I think, and I have amnesia."

Annabeth tenses slightly at the word 'amnesia' but nobody notices beside Leo and Percy – Leo because he'd been glaring at her since earlier and Percy because Percy would really like to touch one of Annabeth's curls because they look quite soft to him.

"Well then, that is everybody, I believe," Hera says, "This is your therapy group. Together, for the next three months of summer, we are going to work intensively to help each other heal."

Annabeth sighs throughout the whole thing, mouthing the words she knows by heart – Hera recited them every summer.

"Annabeth," Hera says, "Why don't you give the tour?"

"What?"

"Give the tour," Hera says forcefully, "I'm going to talk to Hestia about dinner tonight – I'm hoping to set up an exercise."

Annabeth leads the tour with the enthusiasm of a goth at a 1D concert, and she glares at everybody with her steely silver eyes that makes people uncomfortable.

She shows them the kitchens, the gym, the library, the bathrooms, nods in the general direction of the dorms.

"Figure out the rooming yourself," Annabeth says, "Dinner's at 6:30 in the cafeteria. See you later, dipshits."

"So, each of you have a dish."

Percy glances down at the platter of sandwiches in front of him, a skeptical expression on his face.

"Hera, exactly what are you trying to accomplish here," Annabeth asks from behind her large bowl of mashed potatoes, "Because I give you a 5% chance that it will actually work."

"We're building friendships," Hera snaps, "Now, each of you have a dish. That dish is yours. You can choose to eat it all by yourself, you can trade your dish for somebody else's, or, you can share and get to eat a multitude of dishes."

Leo snorts, "Yeah, how 'bout we all just put all the dishes in the middle, ditch this stupid exercise, and eat like normal human beings."

Hera gapes like an open-mouthed fish as she watches the other kids nod in agreement as they push the food back into the center of the table.

Needless to say, when Hera makes them write on pieces of paper what they got out of the exercise, on Leo's paper is scrawled, 'A full stomach.'

A/N: Wow, I haven't written for this fandom in a long time... Let me know what you think? I'm thinking about more in-depth pairings, but basically it's kind of an Ocean's 11 parody but with teenagers in rehab. Don't really know where this is heading. The idea just came to me while I was eating some mint-chip ice cream...

Thanks for reading.