AN AtW: Yo, yo, yo, what's up people! We're back with another installation of AtW and CW! I take full credit/blame for the pairing (and blame Naruto fanfics for many, many fetishes) and don't throw any crap CW's way. He's a pretty chill dude.

CW: Chill enough to befriend this madman. I am practically a saint.

AtW: Meh, I'm corrupting you; slowly but surely! Anyways, on with the show!

Percy sighed like what felt like the tenth time that afternoon as he watched his darling sister flop butt-first into the floor. The demigoddess clutched her head, which had the beginnings of a bruise forming.

When she asked him for help in her training, the gorgon-born had been ecstatic. He had spent a long time separated from her and wanted an excuse to catch up and in his humble opinion there was no better activity for siblings to share than a hearty training session; but that might have been his monster blood talking.

Unfortunately, while Andy had the instincts and ingrained combat reflexes of a demigod, she tended to overreach and had a certain clumsiness to her. It wasn't anything serious, just raw talent that needed to be harnessed.

She was a diamond in the rough, in a way.

And just like the precious stone, all he needed to do was...ahem...polish her.

The difference is that stones did not complain about it. And if they did they certainly wouldn't do it as loudly or as adorably as the daughter of poseidon.

"Owie. Percy, did you really need to hit so hard?" She pouted, patting her dress...I mean...her battle skirt as she stood up, clearing away the sand.

"Maybe now the lesson will stick, right Andy?" He gave her a tiny smirk.

They had been at it for nearly two hours now and his decision to hold their little spar in front of the lake was proving to be the right one. Andy seemed grateful for the constant healing after all.

He didn't rely much on water to hasten his own regeneration as the blood of a gorgon had healing properties which matched, if not outstripped, the capabilities of ambrosia and nectar. However, being underwater meant he would recuperate even faster than normal.

It was that impressive healing rate which allowed him to fight against Ares and take his eye.

Poetic justice when the man talked so casually about tearing out his own. Now, because of Harpe, the god of war's right eye would be lost forever.

Or until Harpe was destroyed, which wasn't happening anytime soon.

"Alright, let's try this again." Percy started before drawing a wooden practice sword. A simple xiphos, different from the harpe, which was, amusingly enough, also The Harpe, or kopis he preferred. Blame his long limbs and somewhat gangly nature on needing to use a cavalry sword on foot.

"Now, oh dear sister of mine, where did you slip up last time?"

Andy bit down on her lower lip, chewing on it as she thought the question through. "Hmm. I suppose my first mistake is when I pressed in. I got my footwork a bit jumbled and I was off balance. It let you bat my sword aside and knock me a good one." Here Andromeda cocked her hip, and in a rather impressive display of hydrokinesis, used the lake water to bring her sword back to her waiting hand.

"You know, big bro, most people don't tend to enjoy beating their younger siblings as much as you do."

Perseus cocked an eye. "Yeah, and most little sisters don't almost lose their life to a minotaur after they decide to drive a knife through one's eye."

Andy blushed a bit and looked down. "Well, I didn't want mom to get hurt."

Perseus took a moment. His twelve year old sister, wearing a full hoplon, carrying aspis and xiphos, was blushing and pouting like an actual child. The sight of what was essentially a child soldier being so….so normal made his heart hurt.

"By the Immortal Gods I wish you didn't have to know this."

Andromeda stopped kicking at the ground and looked up.

Asking, with a tone of confusion, "But Perseus, I love this. It's fun, isn't it?"

The questioning tone made him almost curse the Immortals out loud. "Yeah, love, it's fun. But you're….you're just a bit young is all."

Andy puffed out her cheeks. "I'm not young at all! I'm 13!"

Percy let a chuckle slip. "You're 12-" Here Andy jumped in, "and 9 months!" Percy conceded the point and with a nod, continued. "Indeed, 12 and 9 months. But you've been at this since you were 11. And, well, you should be running around with your friends and playing soccer. Not climbing walls of lava and butchering monsters. It's just not right."

Andy was getting a bit worried. Her big brother had a dark look in his eye. The kind he got right before something very big, and very scary, tended to die violently. Of course, she didn't think for a second he'd lay a hand on her, not even in the deepest throes of Mr. D's madness, so she wasn't worried per se.

Rather, she was worried he'd do something stupid and kill someone, or something, that wasn't supposed to be killed. So she did what she figured would be the best thing to do and attacked him with the intent to at least severely maim.

Percy had to back peddle rapidly as a powerful overhead blow came from his sister, who, as she had been taught, remained absolutely silent and was breathing through her nose.

Hastily, he raised his own aspis to stop a quick strike from his sister's own shield; she oh so loved to strike with the metal rimmed edges of, pretty much, everything.

In turn, he lashed out with a quick stab with his xiphos, finding its mark on her undefended thigh.

Andy impressed him with her near total lack of reaction to the already bruising blow. A small tightening around her eyes being the only tell. Instead, she lashed out with her own sword, a quick 3 stab combo, relying on her smaller stature to let her shield cover all of her and trusting the speed of her strikes to ensure that she'd be safe from any retaliation.

Perseus was seriously impressed. She was hitting hard and fast. Flowing from movement to movement. The second her combo ended, she struck him with a quick shoulder charge, knocking him back a bit, and immediately lashing out with another combo; this time incorporating both shield and sword into the chain.

Frankly, she was pushing him back, and a bit too quickly for his tastes. So, using his superior reach he did something incredibly stupid and therefore unexpected. He kicked his sister's shield with all his might.

The enchanted wood snapped in half, metal rivets flying off wildly. Andromeda retaliated by bringing her xiphos down onto his shield with enough force to snap both blade and aspis.

Both stepped back and discarded what was left of their shield. At this point, the wooden scraps would just slow their arms down. Percy shot a glance at her broken sword and quirked an eye. Andy smirked in response and switched the broken blade to a reverse grip.

Chuckling, Percy recommenced the engagement. With a quick, darting strike, he found himself surprised by the way Andromeda casually backhanded the strike away, reducing her blade to uselessness but knocking his own guard open, and bull rushed him.

Perseus felt his sister bodily lift him into the air and promptly slam him onto the ground, knocking the wind out of his gut.

Both of the demigods panting, Percy took a moment to look at his sister, now half straddling him. "Gods above and below, you are strong girl."

Andy blushed. Somewhat from the position they were in, puberty was an equal opportunity bitch to everyone, but mostly from the comment. Her peers in the mortal world had often said she looked and smelled a bit funny, being tanned even in winter and always smelling like an ocean breeze. So compliments were a bit new for her. Especially after Gabe

Of course, Perseus and Aunt Medusa and Clarisse had all taken turns handling the man. Her friends were nice.

Still, the rapid hip buck and armbar surprised her. In a matter of seconds she felt the ligaments in her beginning to tear. And, letting out a small grunt, tapped out. She could handle just about losing a limb, but there was no need to tear the limb from its socket in training. Putting it back in was a bitch. Even with her brother there to patch her up.

"I give bro. And before you ask, yeah, I got distracted at the compliment. Blame it on the position we were in."

Percy chuckled again. He quickly rolled to his feet and helped his sister get to her feet.

"Come on, let's get you out of your linothorax and see about the arm. Sorry about that, by the way. But if I don't force you to submit quickly, you tend to push yourself hard enough to actually break your own bones."

Andy waved her brothers apology away. She knew all too well about her propensity to maim herself in training. Blame it on the propensity of Greek monsters for rape. Greek immortals too.

She lifted the sleeve of her tunic with her good left hand. The shoulder joint was blue and purple and the skin had actually torn quite a bit. Grimacing, she settled down on a rock they sibling had appropriated for just this purpose.

Percy moved with quick, practiced movements, undoing the ties on his sister's cuirass in less than twenty seconds. His stomach still turned over when he remembered that time Chiron had offered him the pick of no less than 30 cuirass meant for children his sister's age or younger.

With a hiss from Andy he lifted the armor off of her and rolled her sleeve back up.

"Oops. I think I dislocated your shoulder. We'll need to pop it back in first. Otherwise the joint might catch one of the ligaments when we fix it."

Andy simply nodded her head, took a leather bit out one of her pockets, and clamped down on it. Percy moved his hands into position.

"Ready on 3. 1...2... 'POP'." Andy grunted a around the leather bit. Perseus patted her on her good arm and Andy rolled the already healing shoulder.

"Give me a second bro, and I'll be ready to go." Percy nodded and gathered up their things. Or, at least as much of the shattered pieces of destroyed gear he could. No way in hell was he hunting for the popped rivets from the training shields. Those suckers could take hours to find.

Andy simply slipped her arms out of her tunic, she was wearing a sports bra underneath, and stepped into the lake. Hydrokinesis was really quite handy at getting one's self clean. Taking a deep breath she promptly focused on healing herself, something that was second nature by now, and with one last stretch, she turned about and walked out of the lake.

She was somewhat annoyed that she actually hadn't pushed her brother to sweat. It was kind of frustrating.

She knew he had around two years of experience over her, he'd told her as such when they started training and that she shouldn't feel disheartened, and yet she found that there was still a plateau separating them.

He was simply on another level when it came to skill.

She made up for it with sheer strength and natural ability, but for Andy it felt like a cheap way to go about it. After all, her big brother never once used the special abilities he had against her when training.

Because he didn't need them.

That is why she resolved to train even harder. She would become just as good as her big brother and then he would be the one needing to rely on special powers to keep up with her.

And then he would beg her to teach him!

"Hey slowpoke, you're late for lunch!" She was dragged out of her pleasant daydreams by the sudden call, only to notice Perseus was already halfway to the mess hall.

"Wait for me!" She called out, introspection forgotten as she dashed towards her laughing brother.

Who then started walking away.

"No fair!" The cheater had a head start!


Andy always thought it was weird how Percy never made his offerings out loud. Instead, he'd quietly scrape a portion of his food in the brazier, close his eyes, mutter something under his breath, and get on with his meal.

Unlike other campers who seemed to relish on the thought of calling out their divine parent, she noticed her brother was much more reserved about, well, anything to do with Poseidon. Hell, he was actually brooding instead of eating right now!

She supposed it was to be expected given his heritage. But if he were angry on his mother's behalf, why bother to make an offering at all?

To be fair….it was possible he wasn't sacrificing to Poseidon at all. Andy shrugged, it wasn't really her place to pry. Percy had seen and done things that had given her nightmares. So, after finishing her plate, she lightly punched her brother on the shoulder, getting his attention.

"Bro, stop moping so much. Aphrodite cabin already wants your babies and I think Clarisse is actually drooling into her food. Anyways, I'm gonna Silena and Piper. Clarisse is gonna want to catch up after lunch, but they can't stand each other. So I'm gonna just head the whole situation off and drag Clarisse to the ring for a match as an apology for going to the others first."

Andy turned around just as her brother fully turned his attention to her. And by the gods she wished she'd been a second slower. It always scared her when Perseus's….other side came out. And she saw it in his eyes. Cold and ancient, filled with power and the will to use it. It sent a shiver down her spine and the lizard part of her brain told her not to move, for fear a primal ur-predator was about to rip her limb from limb.

And then it was gone. Just like that, the son of Medusa and the Earthshaker, slayer of the first Perseus, from whom he'd claimed his name, was gone. In his place was her older brother, the young teen who adored her and lived to tease her.

"The two of you have fun, I think I'm gonna go for a swim and then hound some poor souls for a spar, gods know some of these lugs will get themselves killed if I don't whip them into shape."

"Not like you don't nearly kill them with your training, Percy." She sniped at him, a mischievous grin on her face.

"Oh? Well, I suppose if I left it up to you, we'd all be spending the day listening to what Chiron has to say, hmm?"

Andy blushed. "Dang it Percy, you promised not to bring that up anymore! I tell you about the one crush I have and you hang it over my head for the rest of my life!"

"I am your brother, you should have known better." He teased, relishing the embarrassed blush coloring her cheeks. God's above he missed when he was a child. All said, though. Being 'given' a second chance meant that maybe less people would end up dead this time around. 'And it's gonna start up soon enough. She's about the age I was when Luke stole the master bolt. This isn't gonna be easy, but maybe I can help her have a bit more fun than I did.'

Not being able to stop himself, he reached out and pulled her into a hug so tight it made Andy's bones creak.

It felt like being hugged by a constrictor. Still, the physical display of affection was enough to get her blushing again. Gods above and below, she loved and hated how touchy feely he could get sometimes. It had begun starting to get her….excited, Hades damned puberty. Now she'd probably end up sending sending Clarisse to Apollo cabin for healing.

When they lived with Gabe, long before Percy's powers had returned and he was still a mortal with just a touch of the divine, he'd held her for hours as children. Usually after Gabe had tried something. He'd caught some nasty beatings from Gabe over things he'd said and done. Of course, that changed quickly after he'd gotten his strength back. But, she was still used to him always being there. Always having someone to rely upon. Not that he coddled her. But he had, in all twelve years of her life, been there, ready to quite literally kill or die for both her and their mother.

Suffice to say, she should probably be happy they were Greek.

Keeping it in the family is basically what they were expected to do; so it's not like Poseidon or Medusa would protest against it. Hell, Poseidon had screwed Demeter at least once. Even had kids by her. And he'd tried to marry Hestia too. Nevermind the number of relatives Zeus had gotten pregnant. Hell, Themis, Metis, and Hera were all blood kin to him!

With a sigh, and she really was glad they'd done this had happened after the other campers had left, she relaxed into him. Resting her head on his chest and just….letting go.

She knew for a fact he still had nightmares about more than one fight. Downside of sharing rooms for most of their lives. And she knew that they were getting worse. Andy, no matter how much other people thought she was slow, wasn't stupid. By any stretch of the imagination. Based on Percy's actions over the last couple of days, and the intensity of their spars, something big was coming. And it wasn't going to be fun.

"So, what's coming? Percy, what's about to happen?"

Turning to look down at his Andromeda. He thought, for a moment, about lying to her. Trying not to burden her with what was to come. After all, what child should know that the Titans and Giants would rise? That Gaia herself would march on them and all the world would burn in her wake.

He dismissed it. Ignorance was neither bliss, nor safety. And he loved her far, far too much to wish it upon her.

"The King of the Titans stirs. A traitor will soon reveal themselves, the Camp will be divided, and many, many people are going to die. I….I fear that I haven't prepared you for this. Because, as much as I hate it, I think you're the Child of Prophecy."

Andromeda paled. She was very much aware of the incredibly low survival rate of demigods in the first place. And the number of Greeks that had managed to avoid a 'bad end' could be counted on one hand.

One only needed to pick up a mythology book to know just how many demigods and heroes died painfully or met fates worse than death. Jason, Orpheus, Heracles with Megara, Bellerophon, Orion, Icarus, Daedalus, Achilles, Hector, Lysander, Ajax, most of the Argonauts. The list went on and on. Cadmus, Odysseus, and Perseus, for most of his life at least, were basically the only ones to actually live peacefully, and retain their sanity, for any period of time.

She clutched Perseus tighter. Well, she had one thing they didn't. She had an immortal son of the gorgon and Poseidon backing her up. And unlike most of those poor bastards, Percy would never betray her. He'd never leave her to fend for herself. And, well, she was pretty sure he'd be able to win against even an Olympian. He was scary like that. But, at the same time, she knew he loved her above all others, even himself. His voice was never raised towards her in anger, he had never looked at any others, man or woman, aside from her with love and adoration. She was his whole world, his purpose to struggle on. As, in the end, not even their mother, Sally, could hope to understand him. He, the Great Destroyer, the Warrior Without Peer. And such was the burden he carried that not even Tartarus could break him. He, who had spent centuries there so that he might hold the Gates of Death against monster and titan alike.

It had taken Poseidon only a matter of days on the outside to see his son freed, but Kronus' wrath was great. And the God of Time had seen to it that Perseus would break or die. Neither had happened, but he had borne the marks of that war on his soul. Soon enough, as Gaia lay dying by his hand, Kronus himself had come back to the mortal world in the form of a wraith. And he had cursed Perseus, throwing him back in time, merely to spite the boy and see that he suffered further torment, that he not be able to rest.

Such was the spite of the King of the Titans, and such was the end of his story that he'd shared with her. He had downplayed his triumphs, focused on his failings more than he ought, but such was simply his way. And she loved him all the more for it.

She could not fathom as to why such a caring person had lived such a cursed life. She knew of his sins and of his failings, and yet she felt that he had earned a peaceful life. Still, a small part of her couldn't help but feel glad that the Fates guided his life the way they did.

Because they lead him to her.

It was selfish ,and perhaps unfair, and yet that was how she felt deep in her heart. What else was she to feel for the man whom had devoted himself to her so whole heartedly?

Indeed, the whole of the world was free to deride him as a monster and a freak of nature. But to her, well, to her he would always be the one man who had placed her above all else. Who, even amongst the Immortal Gods, could claim to have such a champion?

Hearing Andromeda take a few deep breaths, Percy relaxed the hug. He had been a bit forceful, but by the Immortals above and below, he was worried. He'd never been able to find his second mother in the fourteen years he'd lived in this time, the Lady Hecate telling him to wait, that they'd meet soon enough. But soon to an immortal could mean centuries.

Still, it was clear enough that Kronus would rise soon. His senses, long since trained and improve, could tell that much. So it would all come to a head soon enough.

Bending down, he kissed Andromeda on her brow, there was no blush, only worry and a bit of anxiety in her face. He was so very proud of her. Others would be panicking and running, screaming and cursing. She had simply steeled her resolve. He adored her beyond all measure. The child was pure and good, above all else. She was him, but born without his flaws. Even her temper was never turned upon a living thing. Where he had hated Gabe, and eventually taken his head and burned it in the name of Medusa, she had never held anything but pity for the man. Where he had raged against the gods, cursed their folly, and butchered his foes, she simply enjoyed combat for the exertion and sport it provided. She held all his loyalty and then some. Hell, she was even a better archer than he was the first time around. Maybe, just maybe, she could be spared the worst of what was to come.

"Go, Andromeda, go spend time with your friends. I'll show you more of the powers of Poseidon tonight. I think it is time you learned how to take a mist form and use it to travel."

Smiling, Andromeda took comfort from her protector's warmth, and the knowledge of his strength. With a final squeeze, she took off. Stopping, she turned around and smiled at him, saying one last thing.

"Don't worry Perseus. I trust you."

AN AtW: Thanks for reading guys. I really hope you enjoyed it. To be frank, I'm a sucker for cheesy romance. So, I tend to make mine a little (read: WAY) over the top. Heh heh.

CW: Plot is better than Flat.

AtW: Wha-? Oh, you're still in denial! That's fine. Don't worry guys, I don't do lemons (until I get bored) so you'll not have to worry about that particular bit of squick! Gore (and maybe a bit of vore, this is ancient Greek mythology afterall) is still on the table though!

CW: The greeks liked to get freaky. Like, waaaay too much! Enough to make Alvor look like a respectable member of society. But to be fair, I'm not much better. I am thinking the next One Shot will be the contrary of this one, modern Percy in ancient times!

AtW: And I'll be helping all the way. Bye for now and catch yah later!

CW: Wyvern out!