What Grover Did

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO

Percy's POV

Annabeth and I were in our bed watching TV when an image of Grover appeared in front of me, "I'm glad I caught you guys alone! I need to tell you something that I did during the Titan War."

"You're telling us now instead of then because…?" Annabeth asked.

"I wasn't quite finished with the project until now!" Grover exclaimed.

"What exactly did you do?" I prompted.

"Well, did you notice that I wasn't on the battlefield?" we nodded. "I technically was, because I was filming the whole thing! I knew that it would be an important piece of history, because I also knew Percy would win. It was just obvious how strong he was and is. Yesterday I just finished editing it and adding stuff. I made sure that the Mist wouldn't affect the lens," he told us.

"Is this what you said you would tell me later at work?" I asked.

Grover bit his lip, "No. We must save that until Christmas."

"Anyway, this is awesome! I have got to see this! When can I?" I asked.

"Hermes should arrive right about…now," Grover looked at his watch as he said that. When he said 'now', the messenger of the gods appeared in our bedroom.

"Percy! Long time, no see! This is a pretty special package, and Hephaestus was wondering if he could have it," Hermes greeted, "You know, to put on TV?"

"I'll send him a copy," Grover told the god. Hermes nodded.

"Well, here's your package," Hermes said as he left. A bundle was thrown on our bed. Annabeth snatched it up and ripped the paper off.

"There's a happy part before it. That's what I added. It's like a slide show of pictures and videos from before the war, even from when Percy first arrived. Then there are pictures of after the war: the clean up, the healing, and the years after. Well, at least until you guys left," Grover added, "I leave you to watch it, and I hope you like it. It took me forever to finish!" He waved through the message, and Annabeth and I were alone.

"Let's watch it," Annabeth said.

"Are you sure? The war might still be a little much," I warned.

"I'm sure," she decided.

"People died…," I warned. I didn't want her to start screaming; she is a strong woman, probably one of the toughest people I've ever met, but she has a soft side for people she cares about. I remember watching her almost die twice during that war, and I think she would be shocked to see some of that stuff.

Annabeth rolled her eyes at me, "I'm a big girl Percy." She took the disk out of its case and through the case at me. I picked it up and read the front. It looked like a movie case, and the title was Demigod Life: Not as Glamorous as it Seems. I chuckled on the inside; Grover never could make things simple, could he? The picture was of a lightning bolt and trident crossing each other with a scary-looking helmet in the middle: Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades's symbols.

Annabeth inserted the disk into our Blue Ray player (that's all that worked anymore; such a shame, I really like DVDs). She picked up the remote and walked back to her spot on the bed. I propped up some pillows and put my arm around her as if we were in a theater.

The movie started with a black screen. Then a question appeared on the screen in Greek, but was translated into English at the bottom. I ignored the English. Have you always wanted to be like the Greek heroes in the old stories, such as Hercules, Achilles, Theseus, Odysseus, or Perseus? I chuckled at the mention of my namesake. I don't know why though; maybe I was just being a Seaweed Brain.

Annabeth shook her head at the question. I guess a daughter of Athena must answer every question they are asked or they regret it later. Something else appeared on the screen. If you answered no, you're smart. If you answered yes…well, just watch this and you are ninety-nine-point-nine percent likely to change your mind. I mimicked Annabeth and nodded in agreement to Grover's words. Pre-movie credits appeared on the screen, telling us that it was directed by Juniper and filmed and edited by Grover.

The title appeared on the screen in big, impressive words. First Demigod Life appeared, and a few seconds later, it was followed by Not as Glamorous as it Seems. He's got that right. The first picture, just to prove his point, was of me. I was twelve, and I was knocked out cold. In my hand was the Minotaur horn. So that's what I looked like then.

There were a few more things that were more positive than a war. There was sword fighting lessons, archery, canoeing, rock climbing, arts and crafts, and a bunch of other stuff we do at camp. It was all video, and it looked like a real movie. Well, except for the fact that there was no plot; it was just a bunch of campers doing what they do everyday.

I was surprised when my fight with Ares showed up. How did Grover tape that? I watched as my twelve-year-old self made the god of war's blood spill. I most of the time didn't know what was going on when I was fighting Ares, and seeing it now is a bit of a shock. I was a decent fighter even then, but I am better now. Ares held a grudge against me from that point on, and I think he still does. Whatever.

Some pictures came up. Two came up at the same time. One was a picture of Thalia, and the other was a picture of Thalia's Pine. Then that was gone and a picture of Thalia's tree, stabbed, showed. The next was of a few weeks later. Clarisse was approaching Thalia's Pine with the Golden Fleece. Annabeth, Grover, Tyson, and I were behind her, since we helped her retrieve it. It was her quest, so she got to put it on the tree. The next was of that fateful night when the Fleece worked its magic too well. Annabeth was kneeling over Thalia.

Next were pictures and video of the party on Olympus that took place once the gods decided that killing Thalia and me would not be a good thing. It was odd to watch, because people were dancing to different beats; everyone heard their own music. I still hear the slow song that Annabeth and I danced to. A voice-over (Grover's) said, "If you think this is a pretty cool party, you're wrong. They are throwing it after they had a debate over killing someone."

Annabeth's first quest was next. First was a video before we left of Annabeth saying how excited but nervous she was. After that was the news report on the eruption that I had caused, and Grover doing a voice-over, saying, "This eruption was caused by a demigod." Very vague, and I wonder why that is. Then there was a crying Annabeth about to burn my shroud. Then she noticed me. She said, "He's right there!" and the camera turned to me. As everyone crowded around me, the camera was turned off, and the video was over. The next thing was what happened when we returned from the labyrinth for the second time. Well, you know.

Then was the moment we've been waiting for. Grover's film showed a little bit of preparing. There were videos of Tracey and Theodore retelling their dreams. There were videos of campers training to make the dream come true. And then there was the battle itself.

It was just how I remembered it, except I could see myself. I watched as I drove my sword through Kronos's head. I watched as I chopped up Kronos, and cast him into Tartarus. I watched as I charged into battle, and I watched as I saved Annabeth. It felt weird watching it even now. I decided to watch not myself, but Annabeth. I didn't see everything she had done.

She sliced up monsters like they were nothing. She made me proud to call myself her husband because of her amazing skill. She took a little longer on Kelli, and the traitor half-blood came up behind her. I looked to were I had seen Tracey that day. She was aiming her bow and arrow at the traitor, and let it fly. It hit the traitor in the middle of her back, presumably penetrating her heart. Tracey notched another arrow and pointed it at the fallen traitor.

I turned my attention back to Annabeth and saw what I had seen before: she got rid of Kelli, and looked surprised as she saw the traitor at her feet. Then I turned to myself because that was where the next thing was going to happen. I saw the other traitor half-blood raise his sword, ready to take my life from behind. But Annabeth warned me, just like before, and I only got stabbed in the arm.

I looked at my arm; the scar hadn't disappeared. My daughters asked me about it from time to time, and it eventually got so annoying that I told them that I was in the army. They stopped asking questions after that. I was grateful, because I didn't want to elaborate. What I had told them was kind of true, but not exactly. They didn't need to know that, though.

I watched the rest, as the number of monsters dwindled, and as Annabeth fought the annoyed monster. I watched myself get angry and create River Percy. I still don't know if that river is considered man-made or nature-made. I mean, a natural disaster caused it, but the natural disaster was caused by a man. I always forget to ask Annabeth when we're alone; I normally remember when we are with our kids. But now that I've remembered, I'm not going to lose my chance.

"Annabeth, is River Percy man or nature made?" I asked.

Annabeth paused Grover's film. She put her chin in her right hand, supporting her elbow with her other arm, "That's complicated. I'm going to have to say man made, Percy."

"Oh," was my genius response. She laughed shortly through her nose and turned to face me.

"Instead of watching myself, I watched you," she told me. I opened my mouth to speak, but she cut me off, "I didn't know that ten came at you as soon as you got out there."

"You made me proud to call myself your husband. I watched you instead," I said. She smiled at me and kissed me lightly on my lips. She pulled away and looked into my eyes. I looked into her intelligent grey ones. I noticed that they weren't scaring me right now like they normally do. Even though they scare me, I still look into them often.

Annabeth un-paused the film and it was ending. It said in Greek words, "The next time you think you want to be a Greek hero, remember this film. Then you will remember that it is not worth it."

Grover showed one last thing before the end credits. It was two different pictures of two different boys with years written under their pictures. I read the Greek, "Keith Flip: July 1992-August 2009. Jonah Dale: March 1995-August 2009." These were the two boys who had died in the Titan War. They were seventeen and thirteen, and both were ages that it just isn't right to die at.

The screen went black and the credits appeared. Annabeth got up, took the disk out of the player, and put it back in its holder. She picked up the floorboard in which we keep all of our camp stuff and put the disk under it. Once the floorboard was back in place, she crawled into bed next to me. We fell asleep with her head on my chest.