Things will pick up (hopefully) in the next chapter or two. I couldn't make Percy a genius without also adding in those typical genius social struggles, and the I did it in the best way I could without breaking his character in an unwarranted way, even though he's already OOC. I just needed to establish a few things here. It's not quite a filler because things happened (yay for things!) but it's not exactly the most exciting thing I've ever written. Don't let my self doubt deter you! Onward you read!

"189." Percy repeated, "Is that good?"

Will spluttered, "Good? Are you kidding?"

"No?" Percy answered rather seriously.

"On this scale, Einstein is at about 190 and average is 100." Will kept looking between the papers and Percy, like the two couldn't possibly be connected.

"How do I get a 190?" Percy asked excitedly, "That sounds fun."

"I think you should've. The scoring formula kind of falls apart when the numbers get too high." Will turned his scratch paper so Percy could see. Percy studied the formula and workings for a few seconds before claiming the pencil and writing a new formula that kind of resembled the original.

"That might hold." He said, turning the paper back to Will so he could read it. The son of Apollo gave Percy a skeptic look, but did his workings. He would've made the genius do it if he hadn't been the official administrator and required to calculate the score himself. He hoped it wasn't against the rules to have the tested alter the formula before use.

"According to this, 194, but that's not official. I have to have the formula approved." Will couldn't believe it. "And, one more thing, the point at which the first formula starts to fail is the point at which social skills start to as well. Basically... I expect some Asperger's traits in you at the very least."

"Will I be sass-impaired?" Percy asked like that was the only thing that mattered.

Will had to crack a smile, "Hopefully not. Closest thing would be inability to interpret sarcasm."

"I value my sarcastic abilities. What else?"

"I'll tell you after you display them as a regular occurrence. I don't want to influence anything psychosomatic." Will stood after he had carefully folded the test and put it into his pocket, making for the back of Percy's chair. "If you do have enough symptoms for it to actually be diagnosed as Asperger's, it will probably be high-functioning." He started pushing Percy out of the room, making the formerly powerful demigod feel more useless than the assistance had made him feel a little while ago. "I don't doubt you'll be able to get a diagnoses. It's really common for people with high IQ's to have autism or Asperger's, and even more common for acquired savants, which you technically are."

"Okay, pause and define psychosomatic and acquired savant."

"Psychosomatic is like when you think something is wrong with you so wholeheartedly that your brain believes it and it becomes a real problem. An acquired savant is someone gets hit on the head really hard and either becomes a genius or suddenly has some amazing skill that they didn't have before."

Percy nodded, "Can both happen? Like, could I be really good at jigsaw puzzles suddenly as well?"

"I guess theoretically, but if you're talking about puzzles in specific, I'm sure your intelligence level would be enough to up your game with them."

"Awesome. I'm gonna challenge Annabeth to a puzzle contest. She has this weird fascination. She's asked me to race her at puzzles so many times but I suck a puzzles. Well, hopefully not... anymore. Hello." As soon as they exited the room Percy slowed his ramblings at the sight of his friends. It seemed like there were a lot more friends than he remembered having, but when he counted and went down a checklist quickly, no one was missing and no one had been added. Maybe it was the small corridor.

Percy was rushed with so many exclamations about how bad he looked he had to laugh. He didn't, though, everyone seemed way too close to his face for laughter. This was uncomfortable. Will got them to calm down like a trainer containing a pack of wild animals. With the relative silence of the corridor Will could give his report.

"Physically, as you can see, the main problems result from the time he spent unable to eat and move. He doesn't have enough strength to hold himself up effectively, hence-" he motioned to Percy, who gave a weak little wave. "Other physical injuries such as his broken bones and punctured lung have been taken care of."

"Why didn't you tell me I had a punctured lung?"

"It wasn't a pressing matter; it had already been resolved!" Will excused himself. "What is pressing is his altered mental state. Aside from probable minor amnesia-"

"Oh, man, not again." Percy complained.

"I feel you, bro. That sucks." Jason nodded.

Will paused for a second to emphasise their weirdness before continuing, "Besides that, his head being slammed into a locker and the floor as well as being pummelled by meaty man fists was somehow done so perfectly that there are no permanent impairments, but, uh, enhancements, one might say."

"One might say enhancements but what would two say?" Percy smirked and was ignored.

"What do you mean enhancements?" Annabeth questioned the doctor.

"Well, he seems to be an acquired savant, but there hasn't been much testing. He broke the IQ scale we have here. He tested 189 but I'm sure it's higher. Either way, he's a genius."

"They smacked the stupid out of me. Gabe would be jealous. Side note: I think I'm remembering things just fine."

"Why do you say that?" Will entered talking-with-my-patient mode.

"Well, because I'm remembering things just fine? Why else would use those words?" Percy asked with confusion in his words.

"Genius? Solace, I think someone needs to rewrite that IQ test." Nico gazed skeptically at Percy. Percy was still hung up on Will's question.

"Percy, what I meant was 'what makes you think that you don't have some missing memories?' And di Angelo, he basically traded one intelligence for another. Social for logical."

Nico nodded to Will's response while Percy spoke, "Oh, you should've just said that. Because I know what amnesia is like (notj ust complete amnesia taking into account the stretches of time when I had some memories though they were fuzzy and brief and unimportant as well as the times closer to my full recovery where I was only missing a few insignificant memories) so I think I would be able to tell if I was missing something. And also my memory has been really really good since I've woken up so I assume that it would be unlikely for the memory part of my brain to be altered in two different directions (even if I didn't know what amnesia felt like) making me lose some memories and greatly enhancing my recall ability at the same time. But I'm not a doctor so that could be possible. But you're not a doctor either. I demand evidence of a PhD."

"Alright, I believe the genius thing just a little bit." Nico gave in.

"I don't have a PhD. I don't need one to-"

"MD? That would be the most suited to your current occupation."

"No, okay, I don't have any degrees. I just know stuff." Will knew he shouldn't get annoyed at a recovering patient with brain damage, but Percy made it so easy. "Percy can leave but I think it would be a good idea if someone stayed with him in his cabin to..." He looked down at where Persasseus was bound, "help out."

"I will." Annabeth said before anyone else could think of opening their mouths.

"You still love me! That's good news. Of course you do. I'm so lovable."

"Thank you. You can take him now. He won't be needed here until tomorrow for further testing. I need to see Chiron." Will saluted with two fingers and left the infirmary, followed by Nico.

Percy smiled the cutest smile he could muster up at his girlfriend, "Looks like you're stuck with me."