Again, I don't own Percy Jackson…as much as I would love to.

Okay, so this chapter is all over the place and convoluted and whatnot. Help, I would like it much. Chiron is really difficult for me to write for some reason, so if anyone has tips…

But anyway, here we have some aftermath and some interrogation, and some 'Luke-being-scared.'

Enjoy!

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Alma Niccolo, non descript, middle daughter of Apollo, had a moral dilemma.

Of course, she had already made her decision, and that was why she was headed to Chiron.

Alma had sharp eyes. Everyone told her that. She caught the little nicks in her brother's guitar from where he hit it against the case latches every night after he put it away. She caught every time her sister misspelled the word 'love' as 'loev' in her poems.

So of course when Luke Castellan stumbled, (yawning), out of the Big House the morning after a particularly wild party, an hour late for his sword fighting class that he had to teach, his shirt buttoned wrong by two buttons, his hair sticking up in bizarre directions, and a strange look around him like he was trying to suppress a large grin, of course Alma had to sneak around and find out what was going on.

Luke Castellan was not a lazy person, she knew. He was usually up at six or seven in the morning, training or sparring or teaching or something. As far as Alma knew, he also didn't normally sleep in the big house. Alma was not one wont for stalking or creepering, but she had nothing to do for the whole morning, so she stayed to watch the Big House, just to see if anything else happened.

She was rewarded five minutes later when Annabeth Chase walked out of the same door of the Big House, her hair tangled, and her shirt inside out.

And if Alma couldn't draw the right conclusions of a situation like that, no one could.

So now, two days later after mulling it over, she was heading for Chiron. Just to clarify some things.

It wasn't that she was tattling, per say. Oh no, she liked both Luke and Annabeth well enough. They were nice people. She was just curious about camp policies. And she was also pretty sure that Chiron needed at least a little hint as to what one of his best counselors was up to.

"Chiron?" Alma called as she pushed open the Big House door.

"Who's there?" Chiron emerged from an adjacent room and smiled when he saw Alma. "Is everything alright? No one's been hurt, have they?"

"Oh, no. Nothing like that. Well…I don't know. I have a question or two." She said nervously. Chiron placed his hand on her shoulder and guided her into the other room, where she sat down at the table.

"What kind of pressing question did you have, child?" Chiron asked, concerned. Alma took a deep breath.

"What kind of policies do we have at camp about counselor/camper relationships?" Alma said quickly, stumbling over her words. Chiron started and frowned.

"What kind of relationship? Alma, what do you mean?"

"Uh…I have a different question."

"Will this make the previous question clearer?" Chiron asked, still looking bewildered. Alma shrugged.

"I guess so." She paused and took a deep breath. "Uhm…how do I say this? Does camp have any rules about…" Alma slapped the table. "Are there any camp rules about sex?" She asked bluntly. Chiron's eyebrows shot up.

"Well, it's never cropped up before. Well, I mean, it has, but I'm pretty sure that was only campers and your previous question…well."

"Well yeah." Alma suddenly realized why Chiron was acting so awkward. "This has nothing to do with me, so you don't have anything to worry about…with me."

"So who was it? Which counselor? Is it one of the better ones, or one of those troublemakers anyway? And the camper too. One of those ones that everyone always suspected?" Chiron frowned disapprovingly. "You do know the ones I'm talking about, right?"

"Yeah, I know, but it's not one of them. I mean-" Alma sighed. "Look, Chiron, I only saw them both walk out of the Big House after the party a couple nights ago…looking all distracted and…well, I assumed. I'm sorry if this is too much of a false alarm, but I really think—" Alma trailed off, looking up at Chiron nervously. He pursed his lips.

"If you ever want to actually tell me any solid facts about this possible problem, just come back to talk. I know you feel nervous and you want to keep your friends' secrets, but it would be the best for them. You know, I'm just saying this like any other adult, but I think it's true."

"Okay." Alma nodded and started to edge her way out of the room. She wasn't quite sure if she wanted to tell Chiron everything she knew, and she was also starting to regret her decision to spill what little information she had.

Alma swiftly walked out of the Big House, red in the face and a slightly sick feeling in her stomach.

"Hey, Alma, what's up?" Someone behind her asked. Alma whirled around to see the last person on earth she wanted to see at the time.

"Hey Annabeth." She answered weakly. Annabeth seemed smily enough, but Alma could never tell with the daughter of Athena.

"Why weren't you at archery just now?" Annabeth asked, a bit concerned.

Shit. Alma forgot she had archery. So much for a free morning.

"Oh, I was talking with Chiron, you know, just confirming some rules."

"Is your cabin getting out of control?" Annabeth grinned. Alma laughed as convincingly as she could and ran away, leaving a very suspicious looking Annabeth watching her go.

Alma then decided: No more people watching after parties.

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Luke lived in fear now.

Sure, other half-bloods did too. They had to worry about monsters, and unhappy relatives, but he had more on his mind than the supernatural.

He had to worry about:

1.) Annabeth getting pregnant

2.) Athena deciding that anytime now would be a good time for punishment

3.) Dr. Chase. No explanation needed.

4.) Uh…the Stoll brothers. Because they probably knew, and even if they didn't, they were on his worry list anyway.

Now, Luke knew that Annabeth had enough common sense to remind him that those little rubber things in the packages were used for a reason, but there was always the chance that Ilithyia, the goddess of childbirth might see something and take what they were doing the wrong way and magically break the condom or something.

And Luke wasn't so sure he was cut out for fatherhood.

And because of that feeling of unpreparedness, that was his biggest fear, but… you know; when he got in the moment, he kind of forgot to keep that fear in his head. His mind would be otherwise occupied, and there was enough to worry about.

So, Dr. Chase was probably the scariest thing on the list. Athena would have been, obviously, but as it had been about a month and she hadn't blasted Luke into oblivion yet, he was more wary of the Doc.

Not only did the man have like, three planes at his disposal, and knowledge to fly them, he also was in possession of a number of vintage and replica guns. Not only machine gun types, but those little pistols that Luke knew would be nice and quiet if he ever got shot with one. Also, if he was the father of a daughter of Athena, he was bound to be cold and calculating if ticked off.

And ticked off? If Doctor Chase even got wind of what Luke was doing to his precious daughter, Luke knew he was in for torture, under the guise of one of those man-to-man chats. Luke was wary of any man-to-man chat that was called, especially the one that Percy had initiated.

"Hey, Luke, can I talk to you?" Percy asked.

"Uh, yeah, sure Percy. Just let me clean up the straw from the dummies." Luke replied nervously, trying to remain calm. His mind went something like, 'fuck, this is not fucking good news. Fuck.'

"I just wanted to ask you something."

"Fire away, man." Luke said, sweeping up the straw and not making any eye contact with Percy. Damn it, he thought, damn it, he'll ask the big question about Annabeth, and then I'm done for.

"You know your old breastplate?"

"Yeah?" He's just making normal conversation, then he'll ask, and then I'm dead…

"Could I have it? I mean, if you aren't using it."

"Yeah." Luke's breath was ragged and he concentrated on leveling it. "Yeah, that's fine, Percy. Take it." He said, taking a deep breath. Percy gave him a funny, sideways look. Here it comes, Luke braced himself to lie, and to lie hard. Here it comes…

"Are you okay, man?"

"Yeah. I just…I have a headache."

"Oh. Well, feel better."

"Thanks." Luke managed to say as Percy left the arena. Luke waited until he was out of sight before stumbling to the lining benches and taking a break.

But the nervousness and guilt and regret? All worth it, Luke reminded himself. All worth it.

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Ugg! My writing style was completely and totally awful this chapter. Please give me constructive criticism. I need it.