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Disclaimer- I do not own Percy Jackson.

Athena sat at her desk, head her hand, clearly in deep thought. The desk, much like her cabin at camp, was cluttered with battle plans, blueprints, and letters, all of which were written in Ancient Greek. Percy's dyslexic mind began to spin just by looking at it. Athena clearly did not have that problem. She quickly scanned a document, pulled out a fresh piece of paper, and began to furiously scribble a reply. Percy was suddenly struck by her resemblance to Annabeth. Not only did they have the same personality, but Athena looked just like Annabeth when she was concentrating very hard on something. Percy loved watching Annabeth work. She was so meticulous; planning, researching, and finalizing everything she did with great care, whether it was a battle plan in the Titan War, or a cabin cleanliness inspection. He loved the way her blonde hair fell over her face, and the way her striking gray eyes gazed at him... Percy was jarred out of his daydream by a loud crash coming from the monitor. He looked up just in time to see Athena transform into an owl and begin chasing a guilty looking Hermes out of her office. "What was that for?" he wondered aloud to Annabeth.

"Were you paying attention at all?" she hissed back, "Now be quiet, this is interesting."

Percy got his answer almost immediately. Athena was following Hermes all over Olympus, and he was slowly running out of breath. He had apparently forgotten that he was a god, who could teleport away. With one last mighty flap of her wings, Athena landed right in front of the panting Hermes, who came to a screeching halt and did a face plant on the marble floor of the throne room. The demigods thought that this was hilarious, and they all began laughing at the sight of the exhausted messenger god. Athena was back in her regular form, and she stood imposingly over Hermes, who was still laying on the ground, unable to get to his feet. "What were you doing in my office?" she screamed at the cowering god, who was now on his knees, seemingly begging for mercy.

"I..I was just delivering a message, my..my Lady. I had no idea that the statue was right by the doorway, in the perfect position to trip unsuspecting guests." The demigods burst into laughter, Hermes had just managed to deflect to blame onto an inanimate object. Travis and Connor were rolling on the floor in hysterics, they were exactly like their dad in more ways than one.

Athena seemed to have calmed down a bit by now, but she was still giving Hermes a glare that made him shrink back out of fear for the wrathful goddess.

"You will repair my statue to it's former glory by tomorrow's council meeting, Hermes, or you might just find yourself under attack from a herd of large, angry owls." With that final statement, Athena stalked off to her rooms, and Hermes picked himself up off the floor. He smiled, and began to laugh. The look on her face was just too funny. The god walked off, probably looking to bribe Hephaestus into doing the task for him.

"Wait, where did Athena go? Isn't today's show supposed to be about her?" asked Annabeth, a questioning look on her face.

"I'm sure that she will be back shortly," replied Chiron. "We have programmed our secret cameras to follow each god wherever they go."

Sure enough, Athena came back into view, this time at the training arena located in the middle of Olympus. She disappeared in a flash of light for about three seconds, and then reappeared in full armor, looking ready to take her anger towards Hermes out on some poor, unsuspecting, sparring partner. The goddess appeared to be thinking, but then she snapped her fingers and another person appeared in the arena with her. Percy looked suspiciously at Athena's soon-to-be victim. He thought that he knew him, but wasn't quite sure. The man looked too old to be a swordsman, and he wasn't even dressed for battle. Then he turned around, and Percy immediately knew who this man was.

"What do you want, Athena," said Poseidon, clearly annoyed about being summoned against his will. "I told you, I'm too busy with my own repairs to come up to Olympus for any reason other than World War Four."

"All I want to do is spar, and you are the only other god besides Ares who can match my skill in swordfighing. Please stay for just one duel."

Poseidon looked shocked, and Percy couldn't blame him. Since when had Athena actually made a somewhat friendly request of him? Poseidon looked at her and sighed. "Athena, I do not currently have all of my strength. The repairs have not been going well, and I have been having troubles with Amphitrite. She has been angry ever since Percy saved Olympus. This is why I look as I did when my kingdom was under attack. I am being put through too much stress. Please, just let me off the hook this once."

Athena looked at him, and her expression softened a small bit, and then she went back to smirking. "Well, that is all the better. I will beat you to the ground in about five minutes, and you will get back to your palace very quickly."

Poseidon became angry at this comment. "Is that a challenge, Athena? Very well then." He flashed out of the arena and returned again, in armor made by his own crew of skilled cyclops. Percy groaned. There was no way his dad was going to win this. Really, who challenges the goddess of war to a fight?

Annabeth leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Now I know where you get it from. Your dad's a Seaweed Brain, too."

Percy decided, that, even if his dad could not hear him, he was going to cheer anyway. Everyone but the Ares and Athena campers picked up the chant, too.

"GO POSEIDON! GO POSEIDON!"

The Big House was now divided into two groups- Poseidon's supporters on one side, and Athena's on the other. They were watching the screen intently. Poseidon twirled his sword in his hands as he spoke to Athena, choosing his words carefully.

"What do you say that we make the stakes of this little match slightly... higher."

"What exactly do you mean?" Athena said. Percy had no idea what his dad was talking about. Unless... oh no.

"How about this: you win, and I'll tell my son Percy to stay away from your daughter Annabeth. If I beat you, you must give them your permission to date. Is that good enough for you?"

Annabeth had her head down, cursing the Sea God in her head. How could he be so stupid as to make a bet like that? He would never win, in his weakened state.

Percy seemed to be thinking the same thing. If his dad lost this match, he would never, ever, forgive him.

As the two gods approached each other, Athena began to circle Poseidon with her sword drawn.

"Deal."

With that, she lunged at Poseidon, who easily defended against her surprise attack. He parried back at her, but she deflected the blow with her shield. This fighting style was similar to what the demigods practiced at Camp Half-Blood, the only difference being skill level. The campers watched in awe as the immortals fought. They all wished that they could fight like that. Percy, however, was watching his dad's strategy. As usual, Poseidon had impulsively jumped into battle without a set plan as to what he was going to do. Percy smiled. It was another trait that he had inherited. Athena, for once, seemed to be running out of ideas. No matter how hard she tried, she could not break Poseidon's defenses. Just when it looked like all was lost for the Goddess of Wisdom, she executed a move that neither the campers or Poseidon had ever seen before. In a few moments, Poseidon was on the ground. Annabeth sighed. It was all over.

Athena looked down at her opponent, her sword pointed at his throat. Then, she did something totally out of the ordinary. Athena sheathed her sword and extended her hand to Poseidon, offering to help him up. Percy's eyes almost fell out of his head. What in Hades was she doing? Athena HATED Poseidon!

"It is not truly a victory if you beat someone who does not have their full energy. The deal is off," said Athena.

"Thank you," replied Poseidon, looking a little bit shocked at her actions.

"Why are you surprised? Am I not allowed to show kindness towards you once in a while?"

"But..But I..."

Poseidon was cut off by Athena, who had suddenly moved towards him. In her second unexpected move of the day, she placed her lips on his, forcing him to stop his babbling. The Big House had never been so quiet. Determined to break the silence, Travis Stoll stood up on the table and began clapping. He was slowly joined by the rest of camp. Soon everyone was applauding the two gods, except for Percy and Annabeth. They were still staring at the screen with their jaws hitting the floor. Annabeth spoke first.

"I knew that it would happen eventually," she said, "It's always the polar opposites that end up together."

"Well, I guess then it's a good thing that we're nothing alike," replied Percy, kissing his girlfriend.

On screen, Athena and Poseidon were standing in the garden, talking about recent happenings on Olympus, looking especially content. Poseidon was back to his former self, no longer full of sadness and stress. As the demigods watched, he stood up, kissed Athena's hand, said goodbye, and teleported back to his palace. Athena sat on the bench smiling for a moment, but her expression soon became sour. She turned towards the camera, looking straight into it. The goddess unsheathed her sword. The demigods gasped. She knew. Athena looked right at them, with her weapon dangerously close to the camera lens.

"Leave us alone, you little stalkers," Athena said threateningly, before plunging her sword deep into the camera, shattering the glass. The screen went black.

Chiron stood at the front of the room, looking uncomfortable at the fact that they had been found out so early.

"Well, I guess that's it for today. Tomorrow we will be watching Hades, Lord of the Dead. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must go and buy a new camera."

What did you think? I got a TON of requests for a Poseidon/Athena pairing, so I decided to listen. Sorry if that's not your cup of tea, I hope you still keep reading. I'm home sick today, so I had extra time to write. I'm sorry if it's not as good as the first, I really wanted to finish. REVIEW! Also, I will respond to every PM that you send me, so if you have any suggestions, I will gladly consider them. Thanks!

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