A/N: This is an short, random fanfiction that I whipped up in ten minutes after I got an idea from a different story, but I think it's an interesting take on the usefullness of Percy's intelligence. Reivew!

Disclaimer:I don't own PJO

They were sitting on the couch. Two teenagers. One boy, and one girl. Alone. At night.

Most other parents wouldn't allow it, but Sally and Paul knew how important it was for Percy to be able to spend time with his girlfriend, who was usually occupied with the rebuilding of Olympus. So, when they went out for dinner one night, they let Percy invite Annabeth over to watch a few movies.

Naturally, since Percy didn't have said girlfriend with him a lot to correct him, he had been doing a lot of interesting thinking. It was an interesting type of thinking because he didn't think while he was thinking it, and that may sound stupid to just about everyone else on this earth, but for someone with a Seaweed Brain like Percy's? It somehow made more sense than anything else.

He's been doing a lot of thinking, mostly about what Annabeth had said to him on Mt. St. Helens. About how Athena's kids weren't born in the normal way. He had some...interesting questions about that, but he couldn't ask them without sounding like a perverted idiot.

But ADHD and Dr. Pepper is a dangerous combination, so in the middle of Friday the Thirteenth (both the movie and the day), he turned to Annabeth and said, "Can I ask you something?"

At that moment, Annabeth had her head buried in Percy's stomach, frightened at the sight on the screen. She merely nodded, too scared to do anything else for fear that she would hear another horrifying scream.

He didn't know how to phrase the question any other way, so he just decided to say it, "Do you have a belly button?"

Out of the world of possible questions to ask, he chose that one?

Movie forgotten, Annabeth snapped her head up and turned to look at her idiotic boyfriend. "Say what?"

"You heard me."

"What is your logic behind that?"

"Well," he began, blushing, "on Mt. St. Helens, you said that Athena's kids weren't born in the normal way. And since only babies who were born by- in the normal way have belly buttons, do you..." he trailed off at the end of the sentence.

Annabeth paused the movie and shook her head. "So that's the kind of thinking you do when I'm not around to correct it. Your girlfriend's anatomy and parts of her body."

"Hey!" he said, blushing even more furiously, even though what she said was exactly right.

She rolled her eyes and smirked at him. "Well, why don't you check for yourself?"

Out of all the possible answers to that question, Percy got the luckiest one.

"Say what?" he asked.

"You heard me."

"What is your logic behind that? What if my mom comes in at that exact moment and sees her son lifting up his girlfriend's shirt?"

She giggled and stretched out on the couch. "At that point, will it matter much?"

That drove his adolescent mind to the brink of insanity, and he reached his hand down to her shirt. "Um...can I?"

She rolled her eyes and said, "If not, don't you think you'd be dead by now?"

He shrugged and then lifted her shirt, trying not to notice her curves or athletically toned complexion, but failing miserably at it.

She giggled and said, "Not you know what it feels like when you take off your shirt."

He looked at her stomach and-voila! There it was! Right where most normal kids' belly buttons were. "How...how do you have one?" he said before being forced to pull her shirt down so she wouldn't think that the Savior of Olympus could be shut up by looking at his girlfriend.

She smirked and leaned forward, whispering something into his ear. His eyes widened and he leaped off the couch to empty his dinner into the toilet. He came back in a few minutes, pale and sweaty."I...I really did not need to know all that."

She shrugged and played the movie. "You asked."

They watched the movie in silence for a little while, until Percy got an idea.

"Hey Annabeth?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you have...the upper part of your leg? Like between your hip and your knee?"

SMACK!

"Ow!"

"Nice try, pervert."