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Annabeth lugged Jace down the hill, panting with sweat running down her temples, making her hair stick to her face. If he wouldn't come to camp half-blood by choice he would come by force, and personally, she enjoyed hitting him upside the head with a trash can lid. He had been knocked out cold, but not before whispered the name "Clary" and falling onto the pavement.

Finally, she reached cabin 11, shrugging Jace off onto the bottom bed of a bunk and sitting down beside him. She wiped the back of her hand off her forehead and looked over at the stranger laying in her one of her half brother's bed. His blond hair was curly and dishevelled on his head, with a straight nose and sharp cheekbones and scars everywhere, all along his hands and arms, even along the little part of his ankle she could see. He had asked her why she didn't have any, and now it sparked curiosity in the daughter of Athena's mind, and she just to find out more about this interesting yet infuriating boy.

She got up off the bed and lifted Jace's head up, pulling off his leather jacket and looking at his now bare arms. They were covered in intricate, thin scars, each a random but organised pattern. She saw a recurring pattern a lot, and then she caught sight of his belt. It wasn't like an ordinary belt, but more like a holster for weapons and tools. She sat down on the other side of his legs, kneeling over him to get a better look. She pulled out a long, wand shaped object, more of the same whirling patterns decorating the hilt. She pulled out what she thought for a second was a mobile phone, but instead found herself staring at what looked more like a remote. None of the things in his belt were normal objects, or objects Annabeth could put a name to. In fact, she was more curious than when she hadn't been looking through it.

She was so immersed in the contents of Jace's belt she didn't even hear her siblings coming back from dinner, nor did she hear them open the cabin door. She started to unbuckle the belt so she could take the objects and have a closer look at them, when she heard a loud cough behind her. She turned slowly, her mouth hanging open slightly and her grey eyes unblinking.

There stood her entire cabin, all wearing her same expression except Malcolm, the one who had coughed, who had an eyebrow raised as he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet nervously.

Annabeth looked back down at unconscious Jace, to her hands on his belt buckle, and back to her cabin mates again. "This isn't what it looks like" she insisted, not moving a muscle.

"We're not sure what it looks like!" Someone in the back of the group said.

"Getting tired of Percy?"

"Yeah! Where is Percy anyway?"

"Annaaaaabeeeeeeth, Wheres Percyyyy?"

She jumped off the bed and stood, still holding some of the things from Jace's belt, and smoothing down the front of her orange camp half blood shirt.

"You know he's staying with his Mom in the city" she reminded them, but knew they'd already lost interest, their eyes drifting to Jace.

"Who's that?" Malcolm asked, pointing at Jace laying on his bed, one of his legs hanging over the side of it, his mouth hanging open. Annabeth cursed to under her breath, how could he still be good-looking like that?! Damn it, she thought, he's to much of an idiotic, egotistical, jerk to be goodlooking. But, as much as she told herself that, she couldn't help but ask why someone could be graced with that sort of face and body. STOP, she commanded herself, and put her hands up in the air to silence the questions bombarding her.

"Guys, this's Jace Wayland" she said, holding up his wallet. She'd already checked inside it, nothing out of the ordinary. A drivers licence, seventy dollars and a photo of him with a bunch of kids. Two were black haired and equally as beautiful, the other was a cute redhead, reminding Annabeth of the camp's oracle, Rachel. Jace had his arm around her, smiling a little lopsidedly, the sun catching the curious gold in his eyes.

She snapped herself out of her tiny trance and turned to see several kids crowded around Jace.

"Why's he knocked out?" Someone asked and Annabeth pushed them all aside.

"He wouldn't come with me willingly...umff" she hoisted Jace up, putting his arm around her shoulder and dragging him out the door "now I'm gonna go take him over to Hermes Cabin".

"No need" she heard someone mumble "might as well plonk him down in the Aphrodite cabin now".

Annabeth rolled her eyes and continued to lug Jace down the steps, dragging him across the space between the cabins and past the hearth where Percy swore he'd seen Hestia, and up to the Hermes Cabin, panting under the weight of Jace. Suddenly as she put her foot on the stairs leading up to the cabin Jace jerked in her arms and fell to the ground, pulling her down with him. Someone opened to the door and looked down at the two on the ground. Jace, with his eyes threatening to shut again, clawing at the ground, and Annabeth ontop of him, her eyes wide and angry.

"Jeez" Connor Stoll said, grinning "what in the name of sweet Hephaestus is happening here?"

change over

Clary sat at his bedside, going through the contents of his pockets, studying them closely, drawing any unfamiliar shapes onto her sketch pad. He'd been passed out for a good three hours now, and she was starting to worry. She shouldn't have stabbed him in the shoulder, she knew that, but she'd freaked out, not expecting trouble to just stop and help her pick up her things. No one was at the institute, and when she was able to pull him through the doors she knew he wasn't bad, and cursed herself mentally.

Now she sat there, at his bedside, sifting through his things. She'd only looked at the transforming pen so far, and was just about to inspect his wallet when someone knocked on her door.

"Clary? Hellooooo?" Isabelled yelled, still knocking on the door sharply.

"Uhhhhh" Clary called back, racing around her room, looking for something she could possibly use to hide the unconscious, drooling boy on her bed "don't come in I'm changing!"

"I don't care about that Clary, I ordered Pizza! Just let me in" Isabelle sighed, finally stopping her knocking.

"I-I'm really sick, I don't want you to catch it" she yelled a bit frantically, kneeling next to the bed and putting her hands up and miming "why?!" to no one in particular.

"Okay, now I'm worried, I'm coming in Clary" she said, before opening the door carrying two pizza boxes and a bag full of nail polish. Her eyes widened and she looked away. "Look if you and Jace were busy you totally could have just said so" she said, her tone embarrassed and a bit shocked. She looked back at her when Clary didn't move or say anything and gasped, dropping the pizza and nail polish and covering her hands over her mouth.

"Buts thats not Jace!" She said, her voice an octave higher. Clary put her face in her hands and nodded.

"I knoowww" Clary sobbed, standing up and looking down at his face.

Isabelle suddenly became serious, and put her hands on her hips, pursing her lips and giving Clary a stern look.

"And after all you've been through, you cheat on Jace? You brought him back from the dead, I honestly thought he meant more to you than that" she chided, throwing the boy on her bed a nasty look.

"Thats not whats happened here" Clary said weakly, quickly explaining how she'd bumped into him on the street and stabbed him, making him pass out, and how she'd had to drag him back to the institute.

Isabelle nodded, and looked down at the boy in Clary's bed again, this time a little...proudly. She smiled at Clary and kneeled down besides him, resting her face on the bed, her nose touching his.

"Iz, what the hell are you doing?" She asked, raising her eyebrows, going over to look at his wallet, still untouched on her desk.

She picked it up and examined it the plain leather wallet, flipping it open. Inside were a few dollars, an I.D card and large, girl-scout-cookie sized gold coins, with faces like normal coins, but not any Clary recognised. She took out his I.D and the coins, and started to tell Isabelle to come look at them with her, but she was still pressing faces with the boy.

"Iz...really?" She sighed, dropping the contents of his wallet on her desk and walking over to Isabelle.

"He's really pretty" she mumbled dreamily, batting her eyelashes. Clary had to admit she had a point, this guy was hot, like really hot. He had long, lightly muscled and slightly tanned arms and legs, black wavy hair and sharp features. If Clary were to draw him, she'd make him all angles and sharp points, flat planes and harsh edges. He was pretty.

"He has green eyes" Clary said quietly, also quite entranced by him.

"He looks like...like a greek god or something" Isabelle murmured, stroking his hair lightly.

Clary shifted uncomfortable, and went to sit back at her desk. "Yeah about that..." she said, fiddling with her hair "remember when you took me aside and tried to teach me ancient greek, but I couldn't pick it up so you gave up?"

"Yeah? What about it" Isabelle asked, getting up and standing beside Clary, looking down at the things on her desk.

"Well" Clary swallowed loudly "I still remember what the letters kind of look like, and this was in his wallet". She held up the huge gold coin and haned it to Isabelle, who grabbed it and started pacing back and forth.

Clary started to read his I.D out loud, holding back the rising panic in her chest she didn't know why she had.

"His name is Perseus Jackson, he's nineteen years old, 6'2, lives in Manhattan, New York and his date of birth is August 18th 93. Iz, its seems like he's lived a normal lif-"

"THESE ARE DRACHMAS CLARY" Isabelle yelled, although the boy in Clary's bed - Percy, as he'd called himself - didn't even stir "REAL DRACHMAS".

"Whats a drachma?" Clary asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

"They're coins ancient greek people used for currency! This is legitimate! Either he's a history nut or we've just stumbled upon something we don't know the half about" Isabelle screamed, her eyes wide.

Clary opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted when Percy sat bolt upright in Clary's bed, his green eyes wide and scared, looking at her directly, not blinking.

"Where in Hades am I?" He asked, his voice cracking and weak.

Isabelle smiled and looked at him like he was a lab experiment. "Oh good, you're up handsome. We need to ask you a few questions".

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