Hey guys! I've been away for a really really long time. This is still part of the awesome story, and I'll be getting very involved with it soon, after I post the parts that Michael has written for me.

Disclaimer:- I OWN NOTHING YOU MUGGLES!... though I wish I did

Artemis's POV

Now, I tried time and time again to keep my distance from Percy, but every time I reminded myself to stay away some part of me kept telling me to go closer. Unfortunately, that part kept winning and I repeatedly found myself watching Percy from afar. I kept telling myself that I wasn't exactly stalking him, but who was I kidding? Of course I was. It just seemed so impossible to resist him as he laughed and played with the huntresses.

Surprisingly, they had become attached to him over the two weeks that he'd arrived. There were still the occasional pranks though. For instance, they put whip cream on his left hand and tickled his nose so he woke up looking like Santa Claus. It allowed them to still have their fun with him while not being cruel in the process.

They even volunteered to help him with his training whenever the girls weren't busy but that still gave me a slight feeling of remorse. Training was the one time Percy and I would be alone but neither of us mentioned that day where I had lost my 'lips virginity'. Yet there was that strong tension between us, as though there was a magnet pulling us, and forcing us to come together but we resisted to the best of our abilities.

Once in a while, one of us would go out of line. Like when I was helping him with his posture and bow position. My arms were wrapped around him, while my chin rested on his shoulder. When Elisabeth cleared her throat followed by giggling from Alex and Diana, we realized what we'd been doing and I jolted back as though shocked by lightning. (Ironic to say that when your father is the Lord of the Skies)

There was also the time I was demonstrating how to shoot a spear straight through a tree 150 meters away then Percy strolled by innocently whistling as he playfully smacked the side of my head. That got me off balance, and the spear whizzed right past the tree by a centimeter. I jerked my head towards Percy and glared at him. He grinned with his hands held up like a person accused of a crime. When my look intensified, he got the message and ran like a frightened deer, but he was too slow.

Soon enough, I had tackled him to the ground with my hands tightly wrapped around his wrists and my legs wrapped in his. It seemed like a game of twister… a very intimate form with our faces only an inch apart. To my dismay, the one to find us in this position was Apollo who suddenly appeared in a flash of light. I had forgotten that he was coming today to take some huntresses to aid with demigod training at Camp Half-Blood.

He was speechless for a moment, that's a first, then turned red in the face while holding his gut and trying to stay calm. As soon as Percy and I got off of each other, Apollo burst into loud obnoxious guffaws.

"O-oh m-my gods can't b-breathe!" He fell to the floor which gave me the perfect opportunity to smash his head into the ground with my foot.

"Can you breathe now?" I growled through clenched teeth. He stood up, spit some dirt out of his mouth, took deep sighs then smirked at me.

"I'm sorry dear sister but seeing you like that, was quite the shock

So uncalled for, I can't help but mock!

Although you two do make quite a-"

His rambling poem was silenced by a burst of water coming out of Percy's hand. Once he stopped choking on water, Apollo said, "Alright, alright. No more. I'm done. Just can't believe you guys would-" he went into another fit of giggles as the huntresses walked over.

"Apollo, must you really be here? What will it take for you to find out that no one wants you here?" He took a small pause before answering which meant he was about to start a poem, but Percy interjected.

"Hey, Sun God!" He called. We both turned around to find him standing in front of the huntresses, all in battle position. "Meet my little friends! Attack!" It was amusing that he said it in a terminator accent. The girls let out a cry as they all shot their arrows in his general direction, every one of them right on target, but Apollo realized what was happening and zapped himself away in the nick, although one managed to nail him right in the butt.

There was cheering in the back, and I realized that it was Percy who had shot the winning arrow for even he looked shocked as a victorious grin slowly appeared on his face and he cheered with them. I couldn't resist my urge as I ran to him and jumped into his arms. He held me tight and did the classical 'spin the girl in an embrace' act that actually felt very good. He put me down and we found out we were being watched my The Hunt. All of them had those same knowing smirks on their faces. Thalia just rolled her eyes as though she already knew there was something going on and was just waiting for us to make it public.

Percy ran a hand through his hair and sighed when I noticed my youngest huntress Casey; about seven years old walk over to him and pull on his shirt. He smiled at her and bent down to her height. She whispered something in his ear. At first he seemed surprised then touched. A small chuckle escaped his throat as he patted her head. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow, my facial expression practically begging him to tell me what she had said. He walked over to me with a smile, leaned close to my ear, and whispered, "She said, you're like the mother of The Hunt, they're the children, and I'm… the father."

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