A/N: WOW! I am so so so so so glad that all you lovely people who reviewed liked it! SO HAPPY!! You all deserve turtles! I love turtles… But anyways, I just wanted to say thanks to all you amazing reviewers! This will hopefully be long-ish, to make up for the fairly short and cliffie chapter! But I love writing cliffies.

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Disclaimer: If you haven't figured it out yet, I DO NOT OWN PJO! Sadly, and luckily, Mista Rick Ri-or-dan does!

Percy POV (starting from when Annabeth came in)

The door opened, and I looked up, expecting to see a disappointed Thalia with a few bruises and scratches. But my luck was run out, and in walked Thalia, followed closely by none other than Annabeth. She didn't look an different then the last time I saw her, save the angry expression. Now she looked ready to have a nice, normal night, and relax. She looked seriously beautiful. How many people can pull that off in sweatpants, a baggy sweater and a tuque?

"Annabeth?!"

The whole group was in a state of shock. People stared in wonder, mouths dropping open. I looked away quickly, focusing on a stain on the wall. Actually, it looked more like a burn made by a direct hit of lightning. Go figure.

"Hey. So what's been happening around here while I've been gone?" She smiled at everyone in the cabin, avoiding me, of course. She nodded at some old friends, and noticed one young girl. I didn't recognize her, since I don't spend much time with the new campers. She looked like she had a tough life. Her icy eyes were hard, and looked wild. The last time I had seen someone like that was Ethan Nakamura. They shared an uncanny resemblance.

Annabeth approached her, asking her name. She didn't answer, and instead, just pulled up the hood of her navy blue hoodie, and turned away. Annabeth looked slightly taken aback. But she just shrugged it off.

"So," she said, grinning, "Shall we begin?" I could've sworn she snuck a glance at me, and I tried to catch her eye. But she just turned away, and started the game. I heard something about whether Jake Mason had a teddy bear, and laughter followed. Jake was blushing like Hades. I laughed along with the mob. I looked at Annabeth, who was laughing, and looking like she was having the time of her life. She looked carefree and happy, as she should be. Last time I saw her, she looked like a Fury.

"Katie, Truth or Dare?" Jake said, still the colour of Mrs. O'Leary's eyes.

"Dare. We may grow flowers, but we can take a challenge." Katie's confident voice rang out.

"Right, if you're so confident I dare you to…steal enough twelve packs of coke for everyone from the camp store!" Jake grinned triumphantly as Katie began to protest. But she complied, and headed towards the door. As she was about to leave, the door opened, and standing in the doorway, his figure framed by the moonlight, was none other than Nico di Angelo.

"Hope you didn't forget me!" He grinned, stepping out of the doorway and into the cabin, letting Katie dash out the door, mumbling to herself about how stealing was bad, and all that jazz. He looked in the direction Katie had run off in, and said, "What's with plant girl? Some satyr eat her petunias again?"

"Hey Nico! And, nah," I said, "No one's eaten Katie's petunias. And we're playing TorD, as you can tell. Even some one with your cranial capacity should be able to tell that. Why are you here anyways?"

"Your words wound me deeply. What the Hades do you think I'm doing here? I arrive at camp early for winter again this year, find no one in their cabins, ask some stupid old satyr where the heck everyone is, and end up here. Seriously Percy, you're stupider than you look. And that's saying a lot."

"You got that right," I heard Annabeth mumble, "He looks dumber than Dumbo. So what's been going on with you?" Annabeth walked over and gave him a hug, like he's a long lost brother. Nico grimaced a bit, not enjoying physical contact. Then he gave in, and hugged her back. I knew he had a soft spot for Annabeth, and couldn't help smirking. Thalia shot a death glare in my direction, her eyes throwing knives right at my face. My dumb face, I thought to myself morosely.

Annabeth finally let go of Nico, and dragged him over to sit between herself and Thalia. He nodded at the Stolls and Jake, his eyes passing over everyone. But when he reached the girl that had shogged (A/N: Shogged means shunned. My sister and me say shogged. Like, "He totally shogged her." Etc, etc…) Annabeth. He paused for a bit longer than he should've, and then shook his head, and told Annabeth to continue the game. She motioned towards the door, saying that we couldn't until Katie Gardener got back. He nodded, and his gaze returned to the girl in the navy blue hoodie. That sounds like The boy in the striped pajamas. You should read it. It's one of the only books I've read, mainly because it's so short and easy to read. I've got to stop talking like somebody's talking to me in my head. There isn't anyone there, right? Whatever. I looked up to see Nico talking to the girl in the navy blue hoodie. What the-

Nico POV

My eyes traveled across the room, recognizing pretty much all the faces in the room. But about halfway around, I noticed someone I had never seen before. She (even though her hood was up, I could tell it was a she) had a blue Oxford university hoodie on. It looked around three sizes to big for her. She wore no shoes or socks, and had plain black sweatpants on. I couldn't see her face, but her hands were twitching towards her sleeve, and I could see something glinting up her sleeve. It looked like a celestial bronze dagger. I wondered who would bring a dagger to a Truth or Dare game, but Annabeth had hers too, strapped on her hip. Go figure.

"So, Annabeth, are you gonna continue? No need to stop just cause Nico the Great walked in." I joked around about that a lot, seeing as I had gotten Hades to fight those two and a half years ago. Good times, good times…

"Nico," Annabeth rolled her eyes (I think it's a habit of hers), and said, "We have to wait for Katie to come back. Duh."

"Right. So who's that girl over there," I pointed towards the girl in the hoodie, "The one with the sweater? She's new, I'm guessing?"

"I don't know. She just shogged me when I tried to say 'Hi'."

"Well, I think I'll go introduce myself." I walked casually over to this girl, putting on my friendly look, not the 'I'm a son of Hades! BEWARE!!!!" look. That usually drives people away. Only the gods know why…

"Hey. Who're you? I'm Nico, son of Hades." I grinned, and sat down beside her.

"Jace," She answered, her voice quiet and icy, almost indescribable. Wow, I've been using big words lately. She looked at me, "What do you want?"

"Jace. That's an interesting name. I just wanted to say hi."

"You're not gonna try to attack me, are you?" She reached towards her sleeve, the one where I thought I saw a knife earlier. Jace glanced at me, studying my face. I grinned, and sat down beside her.

"So, how old are you? I'm fourteen. Which cabin are you in?"

"You like asking questions, huh? I'm thirteen and a half. I'm in the Nemesis cabin. Seriously, stay on my good side. Don't want to have to mess up that nice face of yours, eh?" She grinned back at me, pulling back her hood, revealing her startling blue eyes. One had a scar across it, like in Disney's The Lion King. Her eyes were ice blue, and had were looking at me suspiciously, but I could swear they had a mischievous twinkle. Her brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She was tanned, and, well, pretty. Damn, that sounds dumb. But it's true! I don't usually say that about people. Her scar reminded me of the few times I'd seen Luke. But yet, it didn't have the same menacing air to it. She was really different than the other girls. Most people my age that'd I have talked to wore makeup, way too much of it, which made them look like raccoons. If she was wearing any, it wasn't apparent.

"Hello? Dead boy? You still there?" Dead boy? Oh, no…

"Huh? Uh, yeah, sorry," What am I supposed to say, 'Sorry, I was staring at you like some creeper'? Nuh uh, no way! I swallowed, "I just zone out sometimes, you know?"

Jace POV (A/N: I just want to clarify what she was thinking. And she is going to be a fairly major character.)

This Nico guy started walking towards me. He was good looking. I mean, what else is there to describe him? Hot? Amazing? Nah. Just good looking.

"Hey. Who're you? I'm Nico, son of Hades." This guy was a son of Hades? That would explain the pale-ness and black eyes. He looked Italian.

"Jace," I said, slowly inching my hand towards my sleeve, where I kept a knife. I had learned the hard way to be prepared. I had the scar across my left eye to prove it. But that's another story. I glanced up at the dead boy, "What do you want?"I must have sounded hostile, because he recoiled slightly. Now, I don't usually talk to strangers, but this was different. He looked nice enough, but you can never be too sure…

"Jace. That's an interesting name. I just wanted to say hi." Oh, seriously. He was really laying it on thick, this guy was. He was cute, and all that, but I don't fall for the innocent act. Although, he did seem nice. He's friends with Percy Jackson, the 'Great Hero', which I find pretty dumb. I mean, he didn't really kill Kronos, did he? He just gave him a knife!

"You're not gonna try to attack me, are you?" That had happened too many times. People who I thought were good had turned around and whipped out their knife too many times to count. My brother, Ethan, had done that to me. He just left one day. He lost me sight in one eye. I heard that he had as well. An eye for an eye. He had died a hero, I was told by Chiron when I had arrived, asking for my brother. I didn't really care for him, and vice versa.

He smiled, well grinned, warmly. He sat down beside me, leaning back on the heel of his hands, and looked at me, "So, how old are you? I'm fourteen. Which cabin are you in?"

"You like asking questions, huh?" I sighed, "I'm thirteen and a half. I'm in the Nemesis cabin. Seriously, stay on my good side. Don't want to have to mess up that nice face of yours, eh?" I grinned back at him, messing with his mind. I could tell he got confused, cause he stared at me. I sat there, waiting for Dead boy to wake up. Wait, I just made a nickname for him? Oh, shit. I'm falling. Crap. No, no, no… I can't. It just makes you weak.

"Hello? Dead boy? You still there?" I smirked as he shook his head.

"Huh? Uh, yeah, sorry," He ran his hand through his hair, "I just zone out sometimes, you know?" Hades yes! Gods help me! Except Aphrodite. No offense, oh mighty goddess.

"I got them!" I looked up and saw Katie return with quite a lot of coke. There were only two dozen of us, and she looked like she had enough for ten dozen. Jake Mason ripped the packs from her hands, and threw them to everyone. I was hand eye coordinationly challenged. Thankfully Nico caught mine, or else Thalia would have a permanent stain on the white marble floor. Can marble floors get stained?

"Thanks." I smiled gratefully at Nico. He tried to smile warmly, but I think being a son of Hades makes it hard to be 'warm'. Oh, well, it dosen't matter.

A/N: OK, that was a interesting chappie. Even I don't know where it's going. How did I portray Nico? I thought I did alright. Percy's POV was a filler type thing. Well, I hope you liked it! Review if it tickles your taste buds!