Annabeth Chase In: I Become Supreme Lord of The Bathroom

I ran all the way to cabin 11 without stopping. I was never one to dawdle, especially when it was Chiron who gave me a job to do. I look up as I run. The sky is dark and foreboding and promises rain. It dosen't rain here. This isn't good. Things have been hinting ominously for weeks now, but they have just gotten worse in recent weeks. And the whispers have gotten more and more frequent.

I was half hoping that Luke wouldn't be there when I reached the cabin, but he was. He was talking to the Stoll brothers (probably lecturing them) and generally looking like he was in charge. Which he was. He has been here the longest out of everyone in his cabin, and whenever he walked into a room he demanded the respect of the people in it.

"Hey, Luke," I knock on the side of the door and generally try not to step on anyone's belongings. Because this is the undetermined cabin and generally gods are too much of jerks to claim their kids, everyone goes to this cabin. Although it's cramped, from what I heard the kids never feel unwelcome or unhappy when they go to this cabin, and even though kids are thrilled when they are (finally) claimed, I also know that the goodbyes are tough on some campers.

"Annabeth!" He looks up from the Stool brothers, who are laughing into their hands, and beckons me over. "What brings you here?"

"The new kid is undetermined. Chiron asked me to make sure you have a "bunk" open for him." Luke cracks a smile. The sleeping bags are impromptu bunks for the kids, and whenever a new kid comes it's a general rule for the kids to scoot their crap to the side as much as they can and to lay a new sleeping bag in the floor.

"New kid? The one that defeated the Minotaur? He's awake?" Travis asks.

"Awh, the one you nursed back to health? Is her your new boyfriend, Annabeth?" Connor jokes. He stops smiling when Luke whips his head around and glares.

"Go," he says to them. "Why don't you go back to your cabin, Annabeth? I'll get the kid a bed and introduce him to everyone."

"Yeah.. I'd rather not. Chiron asked me specifically and I want to stay until he makes sure the job gets done." Luke frowns.

"Do you really want to get on his good side that bad?" He says in a whisper. Oh, no. This is the Luke I've been talking about. The weird Luke. I do a double take. "You know, Annabeth, I don't think you should want to go on a quest this bad." I make a face.

"Luke, I'm strong. I know things. I need this quest. Besides, don't be a hypocrite. You went on a quest when you were my age, and you wern't nearly as strong as you are now. Cut me some slack."

"Yeah, I went on a quest. And look what happened!" He gestured to the side of his face. I stepped away. "Look, I- I don't want to argue. Just leave. I need to get this kid's stuff together." And I do leave. I go to a cabin and get a book. And when I finally dawdle back tot he steps of cabin 11 to wait for Percy and Chiron, I don't look inside. There is nothing for me there right now.

When I hear Percy and Chiron walk up to the cabin, I don't look up. I guess I'm still embarrassed about the drooling thing. When I do look up it is because I hear my name. His green eyes are on my book, probably thinking something like 'why is that weird drool girl reading ancient Greek?' Although the children of Athena can read English better then most other demigods, it still gives us a headache after a while.

"Annabeth," Chiron looked at me, "I have a masters' archery class at noon. Would you take Percy from here?" I'm in the masters' archery class, and I know Chiron doesn't have one. My bet is that he wants an actual camper Percy's age show him around. I would too.

"Yes, sir."

"Cabin 11," Chiron turns towards Percy and gestures towards the doorway, "Make yourself at home." Percy look inside at the bunks and the mess for the first time. His expression dosen't turned surprised, though, so I guess he is used to living with other people. Chiron dosen't go in the cabin (the doorway is too low) but he does greet the campers inside with a smile. They greet him with a bow.

"Well, then good luck, Percy. I'll see you at dinner." And with that, Chiron gallops off. For a moment, no one moves. I stare at Percy, Percy stares at the campers and the campers stare at us. I don't like staring.

"Well? Go on." I urge him through the door. Where he trips. Of course he does. A few people snicker, but shut up when I glare up them. No one deserves this. I bet they remember their first day at camp. Wasn't fun, was it. Percy is still glaring at the floor. "Percy Jackson, meet cabin eleven."

"Regular or undetermined," some kid shouts from the back. I guess they didn't spread the word after all.

"Undetermined." Everyone groans. What hypocrites, because more then half the people in here are undetermined too. And then Luke stepped forward.

"Now, now, campers. That's what we're here for. Welcome Percy. You can have that spot on the floor, right over there," he looks at the bare spot on the floor. No sleeping bag. Yeah right, you were getting his stuff together. Gone is the angry Luke and back is the nice look. He looks straight past Percy and at me. Heat rises in my cheeks

"This is Luke," I say. Gods, even I can tell my voice sounds different. Percy looks at me strangely and I make my face normal again. "He's your counselor for now."

"For now?" Percy looks perplexed.

"They don't know what cabin to put you in, so you're here. Cabin eleven takes all newcomers, all visitors. Naturally, we would. Hermes, our patron, is the god of travelers. " Luke explains.

Percy looks at the floor that is his bunk and back at his hands. He's still holding it in his hands. Then at the campers again. He looks suspicious. "How long will I be here?"

"Good question," Luke says, "Until you're determined."

"How long will that take?" Everyone laughs. Sometimes the campers can be jerks. Percy should leave for a while. Besides, I'm fairly certain by now he isn't the one. The one wouldn't make such a fool of himself.

"Come on. I'll show you the volleyball court."

"I've already seen it," he says flatly. He's kind of stupid, isn't he.

"Come on." I grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the cabin. I can hear the laughter echo behind me.

I lead him away from the cabin for a bit before turning to him.

"Jackson, you have to do better than that."

"What?" He looks annoyed. I rolled my eyes.

"I can't believe I thought you were the one."

"What's your problem?" He's angry now. I can't really blame him, though. "All I know is, I kill some bull guy-" oh gods! I have to fight the urge to put my hand over his mouth to keep him quiet.

"Don't talk like that! do you know how many kids at this camp wish they'd had your chance?"

"To get killed?" He looks incredulous.

"To fight the Minotaur! what do you think we train for?" Well, we train for a lot more than that but he should get the point. He shakes his head, still angry.

"Look, if the thing I fought was really the Minotaur," he puts stress on the word "the", "the one in the stories..." He trails off, looking at me. At least he knows the stories.

"Yes." He narrows those green eyes.

"Then there's only one."

"Yes." He's not catching on.

"And he died like, a gajillion years ago, right," Not quite that many years, Percy, "Theseus killed him in the labyrinth. So..." he trails off again.

"Monsters don't die, Percy. They can be killed. But they don't die," I attempt to explain.

"Oh, thanks. That clears it up." Don't be sarcastic, newbie.

"They don't have souls, like you and me. You can dispel them for a while, maybe even for a whole lifetime if you're lucky. But they are primal forces. Chiron calls them archetypes. Eventually, they re-form." He looked thoughtful for a moment.

"You mean if i killed one, accidentally, with a sword-" he begins. I cut him off.

"The Fur...," I catch myself "I mean, your math teacher. That's right. She's still out there you just made her very, very mad." He looks upset for a moment, then makes his face normal again.

"How did you know about Mrs. Dodds?"

"You talk in your sleep." Gods Annabeth. Could you make yourself sound any more like a stalker? But he ignores my comment.

"You almost called her something. A Fury? They're Hades tormentors, right?" Percy has no idea, does he? I look around. The sky is still dark, but it doesn't seem any worse. Then it thunders.

"You couldn't call them by name, even call them the Kindly Ones, if we even have to speak of them at all."

"Look, is there anything we can say without it thundering?" He sounds very annoyed and a little bit childish. But...this is a lot to process. "Why do I have to stay in cabin 11 anyway? Why is everybody so crowded together? There are plenty of empty bunks right over there." He gestures over to the huge cabins. I feel myself turn pale.

"You don't just choose a cabin, Percy. I depends on who your parents are. Or... your parent." I stared at him and his green eyes stared back. He really is stupid. I guess Chiron didn't spell everything out like it is.

"My mom is Sally Jackson. She works at the candy store in Grand Central Station. At least, she used to." His face is still a mask. I keep forgetting that he just lost his mother a few days ago.

"I'm sorry about your mom, Percy. But that's not what I mean. I'm talking about your other parent. Your dad."

"He's dead. I never knew him." I sigh. He's still not understanding. I've never had this conversation with a new camper myself, but I had seen to many to count. They usually go a bit more smoothly.

"Your father's not dead, Percy." His mouth goes in a hard line.

"How can you say that? You know him?"

"No, of course not."

"Then how can you say-" I cut him off.

"Because I know you. You wouldn't be here if you weren't one of us.

"You don't know anything about me." Ha. Wanna bet? I raise an eyebrow.

"No? I bet you moved around from school to school. I bet you were kicked out of a lot of them." His eyes go wide.

"How-"

"Diagnosed with dyslexia. Probably ADHD, too." I'm making general statements but I can tell he's spot-on when he starts to blush.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Taken together, it's almost a sure sign. The letters float off the page when you read, right? That's because your mind is hardwired for ancient Greek. And the ADHD-you're impulsive, can't sit still in the classroom. That's your battle-field reflexes. In a real fight, they'd keep you alive. As for the attention problems, that's because you see too much, Percy, not too little. Your senses are better than a regular mortal's. Of course the teachers want you medicated. Most of them are monsters. They don't want you seeing them for what they are. "

"You sound like...you went through the same thing?"

"Most of the kids here did. If you wern't like us, you couldn't have survived the Minotaur, much less the ambrosia and nectar."

"Ambrosia and nectar." It comes out like a statement, not a question. I decide to explain anyway.

"The food and drink we were giving you to make you better. That stuff would've killed a normal kid. It would've turned your blood to fire and your bones to sand. and you'd be dead. Face it. You're a half-blood." His face isn't blank any more. It's wide with surprise. His face contorts then with what I assume must be questions. He's about to ask one when we hear her voice. Clariesse.

"Well! A newbie!" Percy and I turn around and face the hunk of meat that is Clariesse.

"Clariesse. Why don't you go polish your spear of something?"

"Sire, Miss Princess," she taunts. anger begins to boil inside me. "So I can run you through with it Friday night."

"Erre es korakas!" I shout and Percy looks at me like he understood. I'm not surprised.

"We'll pulverize you," she says, but I see the look in her eye. She knows she doesn't stand a change against us. She turns towards Percy. "Who's this little runt?"

"Percy Jackson, meet Clariesse, Daughter of Ares." Percy looks at her. He doesn't look nervous, per say, but I can tell that he doesn't like his chances.

"Like... the war god?" Moron.

"You got a problem with that?" Clariesse snarls.

"No. It explains the bad smell." Oh, gods, this isn't good. But he is pretty funny. I resist the urge to laugh.

"We got an initiation ceremony for newbies, Prissy." I know this ceremony.

"Percy."

"Whatever. come on, I'll show you." I have to stop this.

"Clariesse-"

"Stay out of it, wise girl." She snaps. I decide to stay out of it. After all, Percy is going to have to learn to defend himself. To be fair, Percy does put up a good fight as Clariesse goes up and grabs him by the neck and pulls him into the girls bathroom. All of the other Ares (girls) were in the bathroom too, in order to watch.

"Like he's "big three" material," she laughs as she pushes Percy towards the stall. "Yeah, right. Minotaur probably fell over laughing, he was so stupid looking." I put my hands over my eyes because this sucks to watch, and I really wish I could watch. Determination is all over Percy's face as he fights, and I can almost her him thinking that he is NOT going in that water. Then the room exploded.

First the toilet under Percy, soaking Clariesse. She screams and then all the other toilets explode, soaking even me. Percy pushed Clariesse over and she, and all her friends are choking and screaming and waving their hands everywhere. They ran out the door, and the water finally stops and Percy looks exhausted. I move my hands. Percy is standing in the only dry spot in the room. How is that even possible. Percy stands up shakily.

"How did you..." I begin, but trail off.

"I don't know." He looks just as surprised as I probably do. We walk outside and see all the Ares kids laying out on the ground, panting. A lot of campers had come out to see the commotion, too.

"You are dead, new boy. You are totally dead." Clariesse spits.

"you want to gargle toilet water again, Clariesse? Close your mouth." He just made things worse for himself, but the moment must still be sweet for him. Her sisters hold her back. I stare at him as Clariesse is pulled back to her cabin. He could still be the one. He is powerful. And he could be useful.

"What? What are you thinking?" He asks.

"I'm thinking that I want you on my team for capture the flag."

author's note: I readers sorry for the long update... Every Tuesday this story should be updated. Thanks for reading! Like my story!