Well, hello my Jackalope's! I missed you…So here it is! Tell me if you like.

Disclaimer: Tis' no belong to me…how could me do such geniusness? Well…tis' plot mine…but that is all. (To be read with a Russian accent)

≈Percy≈

"Are you almost done yet?" Percy called. The sound of his voice was immediately followed by a huge crash and a grunt. Piper rushed outside to see what happened.

She was met with a horrific scene. Her flower vase was shattered on the floor and Percy was on the ground with Jason's hands around his neck. His face was red with fury and vicious anger and there were sparks shooting off his skin. The muscles in his arms bulged as he tightened his grip on Percy's wind pipe.

Percy gasped and made a horrible chocking sound until he kicked Jason in the stomach and pushed him off. He scrambled back to recover and in a wheezing voice he asked, "What the Hades, man?"

Jason glared at him and reached for his sword. There was clearly murder in his eyes and Piper sprang into action.

"JASON STOP!" she cried shrilly.

He stopped and stared at her.

"What are you doing?!"

"Stay out of it Pipes." He ordered and sprang towards Percy.

But this time he was ready and met his onslaught with Riptide. Jason appeared immensely irked by his deflect and threw his own sword away and tackled Percy. Percy fell hard, his sword useless at such a close range. Jason punched Percy, hard, in the jaw. Percy's eyes flared with anger and punched Jason back. He then jumped up and kicked him brutally on the side. Almost immediately the air crackled with electricity and Percy felt the hairs on his arms stand. He used the water on the floor from the vase to fill Jason's lungs with water. His eyes grew wide and his hands flew to his neck in a futile attempt to get some air into his system.

"What the hell Percy?" Nico yelled. He had heard the ruckus and had come out to investigate.

He wrenched Percy's arms behind his back, trying to distract him from his current task. It worked. Percy's eyes cleared from the fury and Jason gasped in relief, he lay there like a fish, and Piper ran to try to calm him down.

"Thanks." Percy said to Nico stiffly.

Nico didn't understand. Thanks for what… for keeping him from carrying out his own decision? He chose to do that. If he wanted to stop he could've.

Percy knelt by Jason's side.

"What's wrong?" he asked, concern etched into his face.

Seriously? Nico thought incredulously. The guy tries to kill you, you practically drown him, and then you rush to his side to see if he's injured?

Jason shook his head and coughed. "Don't mess with me, man."

Percy looked confused. "You're the one that attacked me."

Jason glared at him. "I saw what you did you son of—

"Poseidon." Percy finished for him. He did not particularly like cussing.

Jason shook his head again, his eyes suddenly full of disgust and remorse. "Why did you do that? How could you do that?"

"What did I do?" Percy asked, finally annoyed.

Jason stood, shot Percy one last look, full of repulsion and disgust, and left.

Piper stood up, eager to switch to a different topic.

There was a shaky smile on her face as she said, "Let's finish up shall we?"

Nico and Piper went back into the restroom, but it was different. Percy stared gloomily ahead, fighting the urge to run after Jason to see what was wrong. He didn't remember doing anything wrong lately. Perhaps he was framed? What could someone have done to get Jason so mad that he was eager to kill him? Jason had looked almost…bloodthirsty.

A while later Piper came back smiling.

"Done!" she chirped and ran out of the room, probably to chase after Jason.

"Okay let's go." Percy said, impatient.

"I look ridiculous." Nico said his voice full of horror.

Percy rolled his eyes and barged in. As soon as he saw Nico his eyes widened and he burst out laughing.

Nico slugged him.

"SHUT UP!" he cried shrilly, which did nothing to help his image.

Percy shut up but kept a delighted grin on his face. Nico looked like…well, a girl. She, err…He was wearing tight pink jeans and a white cotton blouse with the words, "TEAM LEO" written in bold, glittery letters.

"Let's go." Percy commanded and walked towards the exit.

"I can't go out like this!"

"No one will recognize you." Percy reasoned. Finally Nico came out hesitantly, muttering profanity under his breath. They walked up the hill when Percy saw Leo flirting with the dryads up ahead.

"Cheese turds." Percy muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing. Keep your head down."

Nico obeyed.

Percy and Nico walked past to the girls restroom, hoping that Leo wouldn't see them. But the gods were against them because Leo turned and grinned.

"Hey you guys!" He jogged up to where they were.

"Snail's gunk. He's coming." Percy warned before Leo caught up.

Nico was hiding behind Percy, his nails digging into his bicep painfully.

"Hey! Percy, what are you doing? Who's that?" Leo asked. His attention shifting from Percy to Nico.

"Uhhhh….new camper." Percy replied hastily. If Leo noticed Percy's discomfort, he didn't let on.

"Hi. I'm Leo."

"Um." Nico coughed.

"Hey! Team leo!" Leo exclaimed, his face lighting up.

Nico blushed furiously and kept silent. Still hiding his face in Percy's armpit.

"Umm…guess you don't want to talk." Leo looked at Percy questionaly and he shrugged.

"See you." Leo turned and left. Percy could tell that the Son of Hephaestus was a bit hurt at being given the cold shoulder by a new camper. Especially by one that was obviously a fan.

"C'mon, let's go." Percy told Nico.

ΩAnnabethΩ

She heard the wooden door swing open then close with a solid thud. Footsteps padded closer to her closed stall.

"Annabeth…where are you?" Her name was a hoarse whisper.

"Nico…come in." She unlocked the door, and she felt him hesitate before entering.

Her eyes were lowered, staring fixedly at the floor, and her back was against the wall… wedged between the toilet and the stall's plastic door. She had had time to think about what was happening. And she definitely wasn't crying anymore. She felt foolish for crying in the first place. It had been pounded into her brain that crying was demonstrating weakness. And she was ashamed.

Nico finally got a good look at her and responded by, "HOLY—

"Shut up!" Annabeth hissed.

"Oh gods…" Nico fumbled for his sword.

"No Nico! It's me!" she whisper-yelled.

Annabeth grabbed on to his wrist. He froze as her long slender claws encircled his arm completely.

"Prove it." He said coldly. The only thing that was keeping him from killing her right then and there was doubt and disbelief.

She turned over his wrist and traced his scars. "August 18 behind the lake, you were out by a fire and I was searching for firewood. I stopped you from killing yourself."

He snatched his hand away and let out a shaky breath.

"Okay Annabeth…" his voice wavered,

"Why are there snakes coming out of your head?"

Oooh…. (Tell me in the reviews if you guessed it before I told it… and how!)