A/N

Just so there's no confusion, I'd like to clarify that I will write either Elizabeth or Lizzie when I am referring to the main character.

This oneshot is for DanceForever16, who owns Elizabeth Lehrer. :)

I hope you like it!

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Elizabeth Lehrer's day had been strange even before she had taken a ride in the chariot of the sun god.

First of all, she still wasn't sure if she was dreaming or not. When her best friend Emma introduced the hot, young-looking guy to her as her father, she had been taken aback. Emma was 15, like she was, and the driver of the chariot, apparently Apollo, couldn't have been more than 25.

She decided to ignore that inconsistency for now, since much stranger things had happened that afternoon.

Flashback time!

Elizabeth had gone to cheer practice as usual today, and called the team to order using her whistle.

"Alright girls," she called out, while they organized themselves. "We've got a big game this weekend, so we've gotta be in top form! Let's go over formation B today, we could use some improvement there."

The team obeyed their captain and the bases got into position.

"Ready, up!" Lizzie yelled as she blew hard on her whistle. The cheerleaders were about to start their routine, when they all stiffened and turned towards a huge, unfamiliar figure stalking towards them.

"Ew, who is that fat hairy guy?" one of the girls exclaimed.

"Nasty, I can smell him from here!" another shouted out.

The team dissolved into a shower of gossipy remarks.

"He must be from that goat farm on Main Street!"

"The dude looks like a goat!"

"He kind of reminds me of my Uncle Roger."

"Why is he wearing a diaper?"

"Girls, we need to go, NOW!" Emma spoke up, trying to turn the cheerleaders attention away from their newfound insult catcher.

"Emma, we're not done practicing!" Lizzie protested.

"I don't care, Lizzie," Emma pleaded. "They need to get out of here!"

Lizzie was startled by the urgency in her voice.

"Uh, okay, everyone," Lizzie called to the group. "We're done here. You can go back inside the school now."

Emma nodded approvingly, and as soon as the cheer squad was out of sight, she slipped her charm bracelet off. It instantly grew into a set of bow and arrows, and she notched an arrow into the drawstring.

"Emma, what the heck-" Lizzie started, but stopped as the mysterious figure stepped into view.

She gasped as she recognized it. It looked like a Minotaur, like from mythology or something. But, it couldn't be, she scolded herself. That's ridiculous.

However, she couldn't deny what she saw. It WAS a Minotaur, complete with a fur-covered body, two horns, and was that... A tighty whitey?

Thankfully, she didn't have time to ponder the thought, because just then Emma shot off 3 arrows in quick succession, which pierced the monster in the chest.

"What're you doing?" Lizzie asked, bewildered, as Emma shot two more arrows at the Minotaur while it roared in outrage.

"Never mind, just run!" Emma exclaimed, taking Lizzie's hand and pulling her across the field. Lizzie could hear the monster slowly following them.

"Dad, please, I need a lift!" Emma shouted upwards, glancing at the sky. "Please!"

"Emma, what-" Lizzie tried to say, because as far as she knew, Emma didn't have a father. However, she didn't get to finish her question.

They heard a bellowing roar behind them, and they whirled around to face the Minotaur, which had finally caught up to them.

Emma sank another arrow into the monster's chest, and it stumbled backwards. It quickly recovered, and after roaring once more, it charged at them.

Suddenly, a blinding flash caused the two girls to shield their eyes and fall to the ground.

When they opened their eyes, they saw a beautiful golden chariot in the grass in front of them. Where the Minotaur had been, now there was only dust.

Standing in the chariot was a well-built guy with wavy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Emma grinned and jumped up to give him a hug.

"Who- What-" Lizzie stuttered. She just couldn't seem to finish any of her sentences today.

Emma turned to Lizzie and smiled.

"This is my Dad, Apollo, the sun god."

End of Flashback!

Now, the wind was rushing through Elizabeth's long, dark brown hair, and they were going so fast that the ground was just a blur of motion.

"We're almost there!" she heard Emma shout near her ear.

"Almost where?" Lizzie shouted back, but her voice was lost in the wind.

Suddenly, the golden chariot dipped down, and they began their descent, and Lizzie had to grip the sides to avoid flying out.

The ground raced towards them at an alarming speed, but just as they were about to crash, the chariot leveled out and landed gently in the grass, their momentum propelling them along the ground for a few hundred feet.

They rolled to a stop in front of a large white farmhouse.

Lizzie hopped out of the chariot and immediately spun to the ground, a little dizzy from the ride.

"Wh-where are we?" she asked shakily, looking at Emma and Apollo for an explanation.

"Camp Half-Blood," a matter-of-fact voice announced from behind her. Lizzie turned around and stood up slowly to face a tall, athletic-looking, curly blonde-haired girl with piercing gray eyes.

"Excuse me?" Lizzie stuttered.

"You're at Camp Half-Blood, one of the only safe places on earth for demigods."

Lizzie turned to Emma for clarification, but found that her friend was deep in conversation with the blonde guy- her father?

The blonde girl acknowledged her bewilderment. "I'm Annabeth. You'd better come with me, I'll explain everything."

Just then, there was another blinding flash, and the chariot and Apollo both disappeared.

"Oh gods, Annabeth," Emma exclaimed, coming over to join their conversation. "I always suspected that Lizzie was a demigod, but today a Minotaur showed up at school and tried to attack Lizzie!"

Annabeth's eyes widened. "Seriously? The last time the Minotaur showed up for a demigod..." she trailed off. "Never mind that right now. Emma, you need to go file a monster report with Chiron, I'll take Lizzie around camp and explain things."

"Got it," Emma said, heading inside the house.

Annabeth turned back to the still-confused Elizabeth. "Alright, let's go on a walk around camp. I've got a lot to tell you..."

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After getting over the initial shock, Lizzie realized that she could accept the whole thing with less skepticism than she thought. To her, everything made sense now: the ADHD, the dyslexia, the strange things she'd been seeing, and of course, the mystery of her father...

"So your godly parent would definitely be your father?" Annabeth asked.

"I think so," Lizzie nodded. "My mom died in 9/11 when I was really young, and I've lived with my aunt and uncle ever since. They've never really mentioned my dad."

"Hmm," Annabeth mused. "I'd say it isn't Apollo, since he didn't claim you when he saw you, and I'm pretty sure it's not Ares- you don't seem the type. I'd guess maybe Hermes, or even some other minor god."

Lizzie could hardly follow the confusing list Annabeth had made, so she just nodded and looked interested.

"Except for the whole Minotaur thing," Annabeth continued. That part obviously confused her. "The Minotaur doesn't come out for just anyone. Well, I guess we'll see tonight!"

"Why tonight?" Lizzie wondered.

"Every night, we have a campfire," Annabeth explained. "It's kind of become a tradition to be claimed then."

Lizzie brightened. "Oh, well in that case, I can't wait!"

They had reached a cluster of cabins, each differently designed.

"These are the cabins to the gods," Annabeth explained. "That's where we stay. There's no one here right now, everyone's probably at lunch."

Her words were proven wrong as the door to the blue, seashell-covered cabin on the left opened, and a dark-haired teenager stepped out.

"Percy!" Annabeth called to the stranger. "Come over here!"

Percy headed their way.

"Hey," he said, holding out a hand for Lizzie to shake. "You must be new. I'm Percy, as you've heard."

"Elizabeth," she responded, returning the handshake firmly. She took a deep breath and she could suddenly smell the ocean. Not like a crowded beach smell, but a clean fresh shore. She figured it must be the guys' cologne. It mixed well with the scent of her coconut shampoo.

"Welcome to camp!" he said warmly. Then Annabeth tapped his arm, and he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

Annabeth smiled at him, then explained to Lizzie, "He's my boyfriend."

"Ah," Lizzie acknowledged, looking back and forth between them. She decided that they were a really cute couple.

"Anyway, Perce," Annabeth said pointedly. "You'll never guess what monster chased Lizzie before she got here."

"I probably never will," Percy said, grinning. "What was it?"

"The Minotaur."

Percy gave Lizzie an impressed nod. "I was the last demigod it chased into camp. Was it still wearing its tighty whiteys?"

Lizzie nodded confusedly.

"Yeah, I still don't get that," Percy said, grinning. "Anyway, you'll be staying in the Hermes cabin until you're claimed, why don't we get you settled there for now?"

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That night, the enchanted bonfire captivated Elizabeth. The energy was high tonight, because everyone was excited about the new arrival, and the flames were tall and rainbow-colored, burning brightly.

Percy, Annabeth, Emma, who were sitting beside her, and Chiron kept glancing at her. Annabeth had explained to her that when someone gets claimed, a burning symbol blazes above their heads, and Lizzie figured that was what they were looking for.

Just as Will Solace finished up the singalong, Chiron stepped up to the microphone.

"Campers!" he announced with a smile. "Today, something very important-"

Suddenly, the ground began to shake, and whatever Chiron had been about to say was lost in the chaos that ensued.

Demigods were shaken out of their seats, and even the fire nearly died down.

There was a blinding streak of light, and suddenly a huge form materialized next to the stage. It was a man, about 10 feet tall, with dark hair and a matching beard. He looked like a fisherman, with khaki shorts and a green fishing hat that had hooks and lures stuck to it.

"Dad?" Percy said incredulously, standing up beside Lizzie, as the rest of the campers bowed down.

Lizzie realized that the huge man must be Poseidon, and she looked at him in awe. This was the second god she had seen today.

"Hello son," Poseidon answered warmly. "It's nice to see you. But you are not the reason I'm here."

Poseidon cleared his throat and locked eyes with Lizzie.

"Elizabeth Lehrer," he stated, pointing at the demigod. She stood up, unsure what to do. "Camp Half-Blood, I present to you Elizabeth Lehrer, daughter of Poseidon."

Percy's jaw dropped. The campfire flared up bright red with sparkles, and everyone craned their necks to see her. Out of the corner of her eye, Lizzie saw blue flames dancing above her head, and she knew it was a trident symbol.

Poseidon beckoned her forward, and she stepped to the front of the stage. He pulled a silver sword striped with bronze from out of nowhere and presented it to Lizzie, who took it hesitantly.

"My daughter," he said quietly. "This is a late 15th birthday present. Its name is Seismós. Happy Birthday."

Lizzie was still stunned, and couldn't think of anything to say. She stammered a "thank you," and then someone spoke up.

"What about the vow?" It was Percy, and the question sounded more like a challenge.

Poseidon turned to face his other child, who had an unreadable expression on his face.

"What of it?" Poseidon said evenly.

"You broke it twice?" This time Lizzie could make out some sort of emotion; anger? Betrayal? Resentment?

Poseidon gave Percy a strange look. "What can I say, son? Things happen."

Percy pursed his lips and sat back down, looking upset.

Poseidon turned back to Lizzie. "Take care, child. I know you will do great things."

Lizzie could only nod, and with another bright flash of light, Poseidon disappeared again.

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The walk down the hill seemed longer than the trek up. The campers were now keeping their distance, and giving her strange looks. She turned her eyes to the ground and tried to ignore the whispers.

"Wanna take a walk?"

She looked up. Percy, her new brother, was the one who had spoken.

"Sure," Lizzie said, almost relieved. She broke away from the group and joined Percy as he strolled through the woods.

Finally, they came upon a large rock formation. To Lizzie, the rocks looked like a giant pile of poop.

"This is Zeus's Fist," Percy informed her, gesturing at the rocks. Lizzie felt relieved that she hadn't voiced her thought aloud; to call something that was connected to Zeus "crap?" Not a very good idea.

Percy walked over and climbed halfway up the rocks, then leaned against the face. Lizzie joined him.

"So, I guess we're related," Percy stated, biting his lip.

"I guess so," Lizzie responded, not sure what else to say.

"My dad is Poseidon... And your dad is Poseidon," he continued, stating the obvious.

Lizzie blinked. "Yes?"

"So Poseidon must've known your mom after he knew my mom."

Lizzie gave him a strange look.

"What's the matter?"

"I dunno," Percy sighed, sliding down the rock face so that he was sitting down with his legs out in front of him. "It's just kind of weird for me. I mean, I know that all the other campers have demigod siblings, but I just thought that Poseidon... Maybe..." He trailed off and shoved his hands in his jacket pockets.

"Poseidon what?" Lizzie prompted, curious, sliding down to sit on the rock as well.

Percy sighed. "I know it's stupid, but... I just thought that maybe Poseidon really loved my mom."

Lizzie thought about that for a moment, then answered carefully. "I don't think it's stupid, I know how you feel."

Percy looked at her skeptically.

"I mean, it makes sense," she continued. "I kind of always imagined that my dad was some dashing, romantic hero who fell in love with my mom, then some tragedy drove us apart. I'm sure Poseidon loved our moms at the time, but the reality is, our dad is a god, so he pretty much just does whatever he wants."

Percy got a strange look on his face when she said "our dad," but it vanished quickly. "I know. But I still can't help feeling a little disappointed."

"Me too."

They sat in silence on the rocks for a few minutes, then Percy scooted closer to her.

"You know what, Elizabeth?" he asked, giving her a smile. "We shouldn't worry about that too much, it's not our problem. Our moms knew what they were getting into, and that's just how Dad is. For now, I'm really excited that you're here!"

"Really?" Lizzie asked, "You seemed a little annoyed when I was claimed."

"Nawh, I was just surprised," Percy said, waving his hand to dismiss the thought. "This is going to be fun! I've never had a sibling before, much less a little sister!"

"I've never had a sibling before either," Lizzie confessed. "Just my older cousin Ryan, and he was annoying. He called me Lizard. Don't get any ideas!" she warned, as Percy opened his mouth.

Percy grinned. "Okay, okay, no Lizard," he promised. "Can I call you Lizzie?"

She shrugged. "Everyone else does."

Percy frowned. "Then I need something different. I'll think about it..." he trailed off. Then he elbowed her gently. "Let's get to the cabin, it's getting late, huh?"

He stood up then held out a hand to help her to her feet, then they climbed down from the rocks and headed for Cabin 3.

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When they reached the cabin, Lizzie was taken aback by how... Messy it was.

"Uh, what is that?" she asked, pointing to a fuzzy foreign object in the corner.

"Oh, dang it Liz," Percy said, quickly pushing her back out the door. "Hold on a sec, okay?"

And he shut the door firmly. Lizzie could hear lots of banging and crashing going on inside, and after 10 minutes of his impromptu cleaning spree, Percy finally opened the door.

The cabin wasn't exactly sparkling, but it was decent.

"You need to work on your roommate skills, bro," she remarked, noting the huge pile of dirty laundry in the corner.

Percy rubbed the back of his neck. "This is going to take some getting used to," he admitted, tossing a candy wrapper into the over-full trash can.

"Whose is that?" Lizzie asked, pointing to a pink suitcase on a bunk two rows down from Percy's.

"Oh, I forgot," he said, remembering something. "Since you didn't have anything with you, the campers took up a collection. The camp will give you some money, and the children of Aphrodite will take you shopping sometime this week."

"Sounds good," Lizzie said, going over to inspect the supplies inside the suitcase. There was a toothbrush, shampoo and conditioner, a towel, a couple pairs of sweat pants, some denim shorts, and several orange Camp Half-Blood T-shirts, among other things.

She grabbed some sweat pants and a T-shirt and went to change in the bathroom.

When she came out, she was relieved to see that Percy was wearing a T-shirt and pajama bottoms as well. Her cousin Ryan slept only in his boxers, and Lizzie would have felt extremely awkward if that was the case here.

They both got ready for bed, and when it was time for lights out, they hopped onto their beds on opposite sides of the cabin.

"'Night, Percy," Lizzie said, before climbing under her covers.

"'Night, Liz," Percy replied. "Sleep tight."

Lizzie thought she would fall asleep almost immediately, as she had had such a long day, but sleep wouldn't come to her.

Finally, just as she was about to doze off, she heard a quiet rumbling noise.

Gchhaaaaaa.

She froze. Then she heard the noise again, this time louder.

GGCCHHHAAAAAAAAA.

She gasped softly and sat upright, and spun around to face Percy. She was just about to call his name when the sound came again.

Gcchhhhaaaaaa.

Her mouth slid into an irritated frown as she located the source of the noise and realized what it was. Percy snores in his sleep? she thought, slightly annoyed. This is going to take more getting used to than I thought...

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Percy was obviously well-respected at camp. As they got in line for breakfast the next morning, several demigods immediately offered to let him cut, but Percy waved them off.

"I've told you guys a hundred times, I can wait in line," Percy told them, and they reluctantly kept their places.

"So anyway," Percy said, turning back to Lizzie. "Camp is really fun. I'm gonna show you around all day, and help you get used to stuff. I'll introduce you to some people, that'll help you get settled."

They reached the front of the line, and Percy grabbed two plates and passed one to her.

"So how are we seated?" Lizzie asked, looking around the dining pavilion. "Age? Rank?"

Percy snorted. "We don't have ranks here, though I'm sure some of the kids would love go be in charge. We're all equal. But no, we're seated according to our godly parents- all the Athena campers at one table, all the Hermes cabin at another, and so on."

"Who're they?" Lizzie asked, gesturing to a table full of rowdy, tough-looking kids.

"Oh, them," Percy answered, reaching for the muffins and placing two on her plate. "They're the children of Ares. You'll probably want to stay clear of them for a while- they can be pretty nasty. There are a couple of decent guys there, but most of them will knock you down faster than you can say hello."

"Oh," Lizzie answered in a small voice, as Percy scooped some scrambled eggs onto her plate. "Are all the campers here that... Aggressive?"

"Gods, no," Percy answered with a laugh. "Most of the demigods here are pretty friendly, like your friend Emma," he said, gesturing to the Apollo table, where Emma gave her a wave.

"Gotcha," Lizzie said, relieved. Percy grabbed them each a glass of orange juice and they sat down at the blue marble table on the far right.

Lizzie started to dig in to her turkey bacon, but stopped when she saw Percy scrape some of his food into the burning brazier beside their table.

"Uh, why are you doing that?" she asked, confused.

"Oh, right, I forgot you didn't know. It's a sacrifice to the gods," Percy explained. "Just like a little thank-you or hello. I put an extra muffin on your tray, you can just toss that in."

Lizzie picked up one of her muffins and examined it for a moment.

"Are we supposed to say anything?" she asked.

Percy dipped his head to the side. "If you want. It's not really required, just something along the lines of, 'For the gods.'"

"Can I try and say something to dad?" she asked hesitantly.

Percy smiled kindly. "You can try, but don't be too disappointed if he doesn't answer. The gods tend to stay out of their kids' lives."

Lizzie nodded. She scooted closer to the brazier and dropped the muffin into the fire.

"If you can hear me, Dad," she said in her head. "Could you give me a little help? I don't know what I'm doing here; I'm scared, confused, and alone-" she cut off her thought with a glance at Percy, who was picking the chocolate chips out of his muffin and eating them.

"You know what? Never mind." she resumed her silent prayer. "I'm not alone, my brother seems like a good guy. So, uh, have a nice day," she finished, a little unsure how to end the one-sided conversation.

Then she turned back to her breakfast, which had cooled a little. They ate in silence for a few moments until Lizzie realized Percy was staring at her with intense sea green eyes that looked so much like her own.

"What?" she asked, looking around. "Did I do something wrong?"

Percy blinked once and shook his head to clear it.

"No, not at all," he said quickly. "I was just thinking; it's nice to have someone to sit with for once."

Lizzie looked around and realized that there were no tables occupied by less than 5 campers. It dawned on her that Percy must have had to eat all meals alone before she came along.

She felt a rush of sympathy for him. She remembered sitting alone at lunch at school every day, before she got popular when she became captain of the cheer team in 8th grade. She had been teased a lot for her dyslexia and ADHD and had to go to summer school, which didn't exactly boost her popularity.

Percy had been sitting alone for 5 years, and now Lizzie was glad to be his sister.

"Well, I'm glad to have someone to sit with too," she confessed. "I hate being the new kid."

Percy grinned at her. "I felt the exact same way. But I know you'll love it here, once you get to know your way around. That reminds me, let's take a look at the schedule for today."

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"So," Percy stated later that day, walking in a slow circle around Lizzie. They were the only ones in the sword-fighting arena other than Emma, who had come to watch. "You've never picked up a sword before?"

"Seriously?" Lizzie asked him. "I'm a cheerleader in high school. No, I've never picked up a sword before!"

"Alright, just checking," Percy said placatingly. "So then we'll start with the basics. He pulled a regular ball point pen out of his pocket, and Lizzie stared at it when he held it out.

"This is Anaklusmos," he said, uncapping the pen. It instantly grew into a full-sized sword, and it looked like Celestial Bronze to Lizzie.

"Riptide," Lizzie translated out loud.

"Exactly!" Percy said, swinging his sword around, testing the balance. He looked extremely comfortable with it, which was kind of unnerving to Lizzie. A teenage guy who could wield a deadly weapon with as much normalcy as he would eat a slice of pizza? Weird.

"Now you get out your sword, Seismós," Percy instructed.

Lizzie did as she was told and unsheathed her Celestial Bronze-striped silver sword. "Seismós is 'Earthquake' in Ancient Greek, right?"

Percy nodded. "Yeah, Dad is also the god of earthquakes, among other things."

"So do I hold it like this?" Lizzie asked, awkwardly lifting her sword.

"No, you put your hand under the hilt, you can grip it better that way."

Percy spent the next hour or so giving Lizzie sword-fighting lessons. Unlike him, she wasn't a natural, and it was a long time before she was ready to try anything other than basic swipes.

"Not bad," Percy said appreciatively, as she managed to block one of his strikes.

Lizzie sighed. "Who are you kidding? I'm awful!"

Emma came up beside her. "You know what, Liz?" she said jokingly. "Maybe you should try archery."

Percy chuckled while Lizzie elbowed her friend in the ribs.

"I'm taking a break anyway," Lizzie said dejectedly. "I can't focus on this anymore."

"You could use a rest," Percy nodded. "We could go down to the lake?"

Lizzie brightened. "Yeah! Emma, why don't you come with us?"

"Oh, no way!" Emma exclaimed, backing away. "Last time I went swimming with you guys, you said 'We won't use our powers, a splash fight'll be fun!' you said. I ended up with an earful and a lungful of water! So, thank you, but no way!"

The Poseidon siblings grinned at each other. It turned out that there had been a reason Lizzie's mother had left a note to her aunt and uncle instructing her to not let Lizzie join any swim teams- Lizzie had water powers that rivaled Percy's, and she had a surprising amount of control over them.

"Really, we mean it this time!" Lizzie insisted, smiling mischievously, but Emma was already running away.

Lizzie laughed. "Alright, off to the lake!"

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Lizzie sat on her bed after campfire a couple nights later and waited for Percy to come back. He was right behind her walking down from campfire, so he would probably be back soon.

Moments later, he strolled through the door, sipping a diet coke. He crossed the room in a couple of long strides and flopped down on his bed.

"Where were you?" Lizzie asked, leaning back onto her pile of pillows.

"I just wanted to walk Annabeth to her cabin so I could say good night," Percy answered nonchalantly, and Lizzie frowned.

"So how long have you guys been together?" she wanted to know.

"Oh, about a year and a half, two years," Percy guessed. "It's been great. I love Annabeth."

"Did you, like, immediately click when you first met?" she persisted.

"Huh? Well, I mean, not immediately," Percy shrugged, then looked quizzically at her frown. "Why? Is something bothering you?"

"What do guys like?" Lizzie burst out, and Percy choked on his diet coke.

"Excuse me?" he asked, taken aback.

Lizzie rolled her eyes. "I mean, how do you get a guy to like you?"

"What do you mean?" Percy questioned.

"I mean, this morning during archery, I was talking with a couple of guys from the Aphrodite cabin, Logan and Axl, and they said they would sit with me at campfire, but then they didn't!" Lizzie said, crossing her arms.

"Ah, I see," Percy said, nodding, though it was obvious that he didn't.

Lizzie sighed patiently. "What I mean is, I thought they liked me, because we were getting on well while we were talking, but they didn't follow through and sit by me! What went wrong?"

Percy scratched the back of his head, looking bewildered. "Uh, I dunno, Izzie," which was the nickname Percy had decided on after nixing Lizbeth, Betty, and Elly. "Maybe they forgot?"

"But I know they didn't!" Lizzie exclaimed, rising to pace back and forth in front of her bed. "They came up to me afterwards and said they forgot they were sitting with Miranda Gardner tonight!"

"So there's your answer," Percy said reasonably. "They already made plans, and it just slipped their mind."

Lizzie pouted. "No, you don't get it! Miranda wasn't sitting anywhere near Logan or Axl! She was sitting on the other side of the campfire!"

Percy stared at her blankly.

"That means," Lizzie explained, "that they not only blew me off, but they lied to me! And you know what else?"

Percy shook his head, thoroughly lost.

"Afterwards, they had the nerve to ask if I wanted to sit with them at tomorrow's campfire!" she exclaimed indignantly.

Percy blinked. "Izzie, I'm not following you. Isn't that a good thing? They still want to sit with you?"

Lizzie huffed. "Not at all! Because not five minutes before, I heard them ask Charlotte Davis the same question!"

"So let me get this straight," Percy tried to clarify. "You're upset because two guys wanted to sit with you, but then they sat with some other girl or girls, then lied to you about it. Now, they want to 'sit with you,'" he made quotation marks with his fingers, "again tomorrow. And you're getting upset because those jerks already made plans with who knows how many other girls?"

Lizzie thought about it, then nodded.

"Izzie," Percy sighed. "If those boys already openly lied to you, and now they're trying to play you, they're obviously not worth your time. You're better than that."

"But-"

"No 'buts,'" Percy said firmly. "Forget about those guys. There're a hundred other guys at camp that are better than both of them combined."

Lizzie sighed again. "I guess you're right."

"Of course I'm right," Percy nodded. "Big brothers are always right. Now, what did you say those guys' names were?"

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The next afternoon, Logan and Axl both showed up to swordfighting class extremely on edge, and neither of them would say a word about it, although they kept shooting nervous glances at Percy.

After class, they came up to Lizzie with their heads down.

"Elizabeth, I'm sorry we didn't sit with you last night," Axl started, not making eye contact and running his fingers through his perfectly styled curly brown hair.

"I'm really sorry too," Logan added, fidgeting, making minimal eye contact with his perfect sapphire eyes. "Could we make it up to you somehow? We cancelled the plans with the other girls, so would you please sit with us tonight? You'd be the only one, I swear."

Lizzie could see the other girls looking at her enviously. Axl and Logan were two of the hottest guys at camp, and they both wanted to hang out with her!

But, she gave them a second look and, remembering what Percy had said last night, came to the conclusion that their personalities weren't as nice as their faces.

"Sorry guys," she answered, and their gorgeous faces fell. "Maybe some other time. I've already got plans."

"Are you sure?" Axl asked, nervousness showing in his violet-colored eyes. "Really, it'd just be you!"

Lizzie nodded firmly. "It's a no."

Logan sighed. "Okay Elizabeth, but we're still really sorry. If you change your mind..."

"I'll let you know," she smiled. "Have a nice day."

The boys turned and walked away, and Lizzie could almost swear they shot a nervous glance at Percy on their way out.

Huh, she thought. Big brothers can really pull some strings.

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A few days later, after several nights of lying awake listening to Percy snore, Lizzie had had enough. She got up in the middle of the night and walked over to the sink, then turned it on. She bent the water to her will, dragging the rope of water with her through the air over to Percy's bed. She let the water build up, and when she had a sphere the size of a basketball, she dropped it on Percy's face mid-snore.

He immediately shot upright, gagging and sputtering.

"Wh-what the-"

She used her powers to turn the sink off, then reached out and thumped him on the head with her fist.

"Percy, stop snoring!" she scolded, while he coughed up some more water.

"Huh?"

"I haven't gotten any sleep all week because of you!" she said exasperatedly.

"You think that's bad?" Percy asked, his lungs finally clear. "I haven't gotten a hot shower all week- thanks to you! How hard would it be to take a shower under 45 minutes? And don't you roll your eyes at me!"

"Don't tell me what to do! How about you put the toilet seat down once in a while?" she countered, suddenly angry. "How hard is that? I've fallen in six times already, and that really sucks!"

"Do you think you could play your music just a little bit louder during free period?" he asked sarcastically as he stood up, now fully awake. He was a good four inches taller than Lizzie, and he towered over her. "I don't think you completely destroyed my hearing yet. Besides, I love One Direction!"

"Why can't you keep your half of the cabin clean?" she retorted, growing even more irritated. "Just pick up your clothes and stick them in the laundry basket; it's that easy!"

"Why not keep your shoes under the bed?" Percy shot back. "I've tripped over about a hundred pairs of boots this week, not to mention that stepping on a high heel feels like stepping on a Lego!"

"You used my toothbrush!" Lizzie accused.

"On accident! And you talk in your sleep!" Percy exclaimed.

"Well, you never make your bed!" Lizzie shouted.

"You leave hair in the shower drain!" Percy yelled back.

"You use my conditioner!"

"Just that one time! And you're always tapping your fingers- it's annoying!"

"You're always popping your knuckles, sicko!"

"You chew your gum annoyingly!"

"I hate when you space out and ignore me!" Lizzie poked her brother in the chest, hard.

"You do that too!" Percy said indignantly, uncrossing his arms. "And I hate it when you sing off-key in the shower!"

"I hate how you whistle in the morning, it's so cheerful!"

"I hate how you're always making us late for roll call! Your hair looks fine in the morning!" Percy threw his hands in the air.

"At least I do my hair! Your stupid hair is as messy as this cabin!"

"You never listen when I'm trying to teach you stuff!"

"I don't need your help!" Lizzie yelled, stamping her foot.

"I hate it when you say that!"

"I hate it when you act stupid and say dumb things!"

"I hate when you lose your temper and yell at me for no reason!"

"I hate you!"

"I hate y-" Percy caught himself, as Lizzie realized what she said. They stood in silence for a moment, thinking about their tirade.

Lizzie immediately felt bad, because she spoke out of frustration, and didn't mean what she said. Percy looked a little hurt, which made Lizzie feel worse, and she felt involuntary tears well up in her eyes.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly, as her tears spilled over and fell down her cheeks. "I d-didn't m-mean it-"

She was cut off as Percy pulled her into a hug. She sniffled into his clean white t-shirt, breathing in his ocean scent while he rubbed her back comfortingly.

"It's okay, Izzie," he said softly, squeezing her tightly and rocking side to side. "I know you didn't. I didn't mean any of it either."

"Yes you did," Lizzie chided, still sniffling. "You're right, I'm super annoying to live with. But I grew up pretty much an only child, since Ryan went off to college when I was three. I haven't had any practice."

"It's not your fault," Percy said, still holding her. "I'll work on my roommate skills. I know I'm messy and irritating, and I'll keep the toilet seat down from now on, I promise."

Lizzie smiled and pulled away, and Percy reached out and brushed some stray tears off her face.

"Well, despite all that, you're the best brother I've ever had," Lizzie said, which made Percy grin and ruffle her hair.

"You're the best little sister I've ever had. But hey, it's late, Izzie," Percy pointed out. "We should probably get to sleep."

"Don't snore!" Lizzie warned, and Percy nodded and held up his hands in surrender.

"Alright, alright, no snoring," he promised, and she smiled. "G'night, Izzie, sweet dreams," he said, climbing back into his bed.

"'Night, Percy," she said, doing the same.

Just before she fell asleep, Lizzie let her mind wander. She smiled as she realized that she really did have the best brother ever, then she slipped off.

Gcchhaaaaa...

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As the weeks passed, Percy and Lizzie both became more considerate to each other. Some of the habits, they simply got used to. Lizzie slept with iPod earbuds in, since the snoring couldn't be helped, but she never fell in the toilet again. Lizzie still never cleaned the shower, but on the plus side, Percy never tripped over another heel. Other than a few minor details, they each stopped their annoying habits.

Both children of Poseidon realized that some things you jut have to get used to; some things you just have to accept and let slide, because in the end, your family is the most important thing. Lizzie had just found hers at Camp Half-Blood, and she wasn't going to let the little things mess it up.

She wasn't going to let it go for the world.

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A/N

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it:) Sorry for the late update- I was on vacation where I didn't have access to a computer or Internet, and when I got home I caught a terrible case of the flu:P! I hope you all had a great Thanksgiving!

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