I'm sorry if this chapter is poo, but it's all I've got at the moment- I pre-written one and I might have something to go with possibly :P Mostly werewolf and sibling stuff…

Callum was lying on his bed. Yeah, OK, the day off from school was nice, but instead of changing at night under the full moon, like he thought all werewolves did, he could change at any point during the day. The potion was sat, ready, on the bedside table, alongside stacks of now stone cold bacon. The second he felt a stabbing pain in his stomach, he was to grab that potion and drink it in one go, even though it tasted like seafood.

Seafood was horrible. Percy and Louisa had recounted the one time they had gone to a seafood restaurant and, quoted from Annabeth, they had looked like they had 'seen a ghost'. They had their hands over their ears and their heads on the table. Fish tanks had exploded and many sea creatures had mysteriously escaped that night, but the twins had been driven near-insane with the pleas for them to free the sea animals.

Sighing, Callum sat up and looked around his room. There had to be something to do, right?

There was that stack of comics for him to read, but he couldn't be bothered to get up and walk ten paces across his room to rummage through the pile and find one with the prettiest colours.

He gave another sigh and forced himself up, dragging himself over to the comics. Theo was borrowing them and they sat in a neat pile in alphabetical order on his bedside table. Callum rifled through them, messing them up on purpose. Theo hated that.

A knock on the door pulled him from his search and he peered over his shoulder as Annabeth walked in with a tray of fresh bacon sandwiches and blue cookies.

"Hiya, sweetie. How are you feeling?"

"Bored."

"Yeah, I know, but it's safer in here."

"You scared of me, Mom?" Her expression hardened and she glared at him defiantly.

"Scared? Of you? Ha!" She smacked the tray on the bedside table, making the plates rattle. Callum smirked. "If I was scared of you, I'd quite happily hang my knife up and retire from the demigod life."

"Really?"

"Mm-hm."

"So… are you scared of me?" She raised her eyebrows slightly, hands on her hips. "No. But you will be." He growled menacingly, but that was cut short by that familiar stabbing pain in his stomach. "Mom…" Annabeth hurried the potion to his hands, kissed his forehead.

"It'll be OK." She assured and then left. It was better if he went through the change on his own- less disturbing.

His hands shook as he drank from the goblet. He wrinkled his nose and choked slightly at the seafood smell and taste.

That was the last thing he remembered.

OK, OK, the changes every month hurt- like, A LOT. Imagine being turned inside out, bones crunching and reshaping and resizing, blood boiling and organs freezing and then frying in deep heat. Then times that by ten and add the amount of pain gathered from trying to fight it. He knew he shouldn't fight it, but it was a natural instinct, according to Athena.

The only positive spin he could put on it was that he got a day off school every month, every full moon. And Athena did give him a potion that helped reduce the pain, so it was tolerable, and it kept him under control, locked in his room and under his bed instead of prowling the streets for meals. His parents left piles of bacon in his room before the change. He loved bacon. It was his weakness.

A knock on the door roused him from his sleepy thoughts. He hummed tiresomely in response, not lifting his head from his pillow.

"How're you feeling, bud?" Percy asked warmly, peering around the door. Callum stared at him blearily, closing his eyes after a few heartbeats. "More bacon?" He offered, noticing that whatever he and Annabeth had stock-piled in that room the night before food-wise was long gone, crumbs included.

"Please…" Callum murmured, twisting in his covers to smile wearily at his dad. "Not so crispy though. You literally cremate it."

"Hey, you wanted a big pile of bacon; we were speed frying." Percy shrugged, smirking. "Be right back." He promised, disappearing and closing the door behind him.

Callum forced himself to his feet and stumbled about for clothes. Theo arrived minutes later with a steaming pile of bacon and a cheeky grin.

"Sup, bro?" He placed the plate on Callum's bed, where his brother pounced and started wolfing down strips of crispy bacon, if you excuse the pun.

"Still over-done it." He announced through a mouthful.

"You're still eating it, so shush." Theo sat quietly after that, watching his brother eat. To Callum, he looked like he wanted to say something, but wasn't sure how to word it.

The bacon was gone fairly quickly. Callum found that he was still hungry, but he was more interested on whatever was on Theo's mind.

"You OK?" Theo just nodded, looking away. "Theodore…" Callum warned cheekily. Theo winced at his full name. "What da matter?" Callum shifted closer and rested his head on his brother's shoulder- this way he couldn't be ignored.

"Nothing." Theo may not have been able to ignore him, but he certainly could push him to the floor.

"Ow." Callum sighed. "Was that really necessary?"

"Made me feel better."

"Oh! Oh, that's so worth the shoulder pain!" Callum wrinkled his nose at his brother in mock annoyance. "Seriously though, what's wrong?"

"I'm fine."

"Liar."

"Callum, I'm fine."

"No you're not. Don't lie to me, I get upset." Theo rolled his eyes, but said nothing. Callum hopped back up and tackled his brother, pinning him to the bed. He wilfully remained oblivious to Theo's protests, grabbing him by the wrists so he couldn't push him off again. "Tell me what's wrong or I'll eat you."

"You won't eat me."

"I can try. You probably won't taste that nice." Theo did not look at all impressed by that, but still he remained quiet. "So, what's bothering you?"

"Nothing!" Theo insisted, meeting Callum's gaze almost defiantly rather than to establish the truth.

"What in the name of Hades' underwear are you doing?" Both boys looked round and saw Sage in the doorway, staring at them bewilderedly. It wasn't every day she walked in to find Callum sitting on Theo and holding his hands down, leaning down to be eye-to-eye.

"Something's wrong with Theo, but he won't say what."

"So, you sit on him?" Callum nodded, smiling. "That makes perfect sense," She mumbled sarcastically, "Carry on." She left them, grumbling about idiots, as per usual.

Sage hadn't left Callum to deal with Theo alone though- she had sent Lilly up as reinforcement.

"What's wrong, Teddy?" Only Lilly called Theo 'Teddy'. From her it was OK; she was his baby sister and had called him that since childhood. Anyone else and he hated it.

"I'm fine, honest."

"I'll go get Alvie."

"He's here?"

"He always stays on the full moon, remember?"

"Oh yeah…" Theo didn't look too happy about this.

"Do I have to get him or are you going to talk?"

"Neither. I'm fine. But I can't feel my legs," He frowned up at his brother, "Get off."

"Nope." Callum grinned innocently. "You can't get rid of me that easily." Lilly smacked Callum's arm with the back of her hand. She secured a steely warning look and Callum, rather reluctantly, rolled away, lying shoulder-to-shoulder with Theo instead. "Killjoy." He muttered, crossing his arms in a sulky fashion. Lilly ignored him; sitting on the end of the bed on Theo's other side.

They sat and waited. Theo knew they wouldn't leave him alone, so he decided to spin them any old flannel.

"I really am fine, I'm just tired." Lilly stared at him and he got the feeling she could see right through him. "Honest." He held his sister's gaze, trying not to look as stubborn as he had done earlier.

"You can talk to us." Lilly told him.

"I'll try and listen." Callum added, gaining a smile from Theo. He did look tired, shadows under his eyes and a waver behind the smile. Something was definitely up though, he knew that much.

Prodding Theo in the waist and making him squirm, Callum grinned sinisterly. "But it better be soon that you tell us, 'cos I get bored easily."

"And we all know that." Lilly rolled her eyes and got up. "I'll get Alvie if I have to." She warned, pausing in the doorway without looking back. "But I'd much rather you talked to us." And then she was gone.

"Does Lilly seem a bit off to you?"

"You're changing the subject."

"Ugh, fine." Theo narrowed his eyes at Callum, inspecting. "You look like you could do with more bacon."

"You're still changing the subject."

"There's nothing to talk about."

"Liar."

"I don't lie, Callum." Callum didn't respond to this, studying the swirling and bobbly patterns on the ceiling.

An image flared across his mind's eye, a brief glimpse he often got a wolf-like feature- a clawed paw or raven fur. Maybe the glimpse of silvery-stormy grey eyes or a similar grey streak in the mirror as he prowled the room tiresomely.

It wasn't much to go by. Sometimes he wished he remembered what happened when he had Changed, but other times, he thought it might not be such a good idea. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him, right?

Theo sighed and Callum realised that he was asleep and that he himself had been staring at the ceiling for a good half hour.

He got up noiselessly, gathering empty bacon plates and swiping crumbs to the floor. He pulled back the duvet and covered Theo with it as best he could, leaving the older boy to sleep.