So I'm sitting up in the old bedroom of my great aunt Cheryl's at my grandma's cabin, feeling ready to go to bed. I was just playing the question game with my family, which turned into story telling time, were I learned that my dad broke a window trying to fix a window, my mom's brother's (my uncles) made knives in school (small town) and a baseball bat for the bus driver which she contemplated using on them many times, especially after they lit firecrackers in the back of the bus, and some things about my brother which I'm not compelled to share. Oh and something about me at the age of 8 lying on my bed, slamming my fists, and kicking my legs screaming "No one understands!" so that was my night, how was yours? R&R please.

(Percy's Pov.)

When Clary came back, she was in tears. Not of sadness.

"Everything okay," I asked.

She nodded. "Everything's fine. Let's go home."

Everything from there was pretty uneventful except when I tore my clothes on the pole of the stairs in the park, because me being stupid wanted to slid down them, ending up with me falling on to the concrete.

So we went to the nearest clothing shop, and looked around there. The girls kept trying to make me get into a pair of skinny jeans, and after several minutes of threating, I did. And as soon as I stepped out of the dressing room, Clary took a series of pictures. Annabeth giggled, and I posed for everyone. I felt like Apollo, all sure of myself.

Clary took many more pictures, and of course we all tried on the funkiest of stuff. Like Para shoot pants, high heels for me, alien glasses, a blood red cape, and medieval times dresses. The only problem with shopping with girls is that they make you try on dresses, no matter what gender you are.

We ended up buying a white t-shirt, leather jacket, and new jeans for me (non-skinny), jeans, sunglasses, and tank top for Annabeth, and new pair of converses and a brown jacket made out of the short fuzzy stuff that are in little lines. Hard to explain, but she got one of those.

We walked out in our new, fresh smelling cloths, feeling cool. Or at least I was.

"So," I said. "We heading home?"

Annabeth shrugged. "I guess so." one hour and fourth-five minutes later, we were back in camp. Everyone had questions, and kept asking us what we had to retrieve. Too bad we couldn't tell them.

We didn't go on anymore quests that summer.

(Clary's Pov.)

Month later

"Clary," Percy yelled from across the field. "We have to go!"

"Okay," I yelled back, then turned back to the person next to me. "Bye big guy."

"Do you and brother have to go?" Tyson whined.

"Yeah. We have to go back to school. and I miss my friends and family."

"But we are your family."

I smiled sadly. "I mean my mom, and Luke, and… Jace."

"Percy doesn't like Jace. I heard him say so. Big jerk he say."

I laughed. "Yeah, but he's still family."

Tyson hung his head. "Okay." I could see tears sliding out of his eye. They were big and sloppy, and hard to miss.

"Hey," I soothed, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Maybe you could come and visit sometime. Or I'll visit you."

He grabbed me up into a big hug, spinning me around in his arms. "OH YES OH YES OH YES! Tyson do that someday."

He set me back down in that friendly giant sort of way. Percy jogged over, and said, "See you later bro. have fun at work."

"Work is good for Cyclopes," Tyson said.

"I bet." Percy looked at me. "ready?"

I nodded. "Back to school."

"And friends."

"And big jerks!" Tyson added loudly.

Me and Percy laughed. "Yes," I said. "And big Jerks."

We reached home in no time. We both hopped out, and grabbed our bags. While Percy's mom was at a job interview, Percy would be staying with us for the night. That's what I love about having met Percy and having him as a half-brother. He was always so close, and we never had to say goodbye for a long time.

We raced up the steps, me betting him because I dropped my bag, and I swung open the door.

"Luke!" I yelled. At first he didn't come, but after I called again, he's head rounded the corner.

"Clary!" he yelled. He ran over, in his unnatural speed, and swung me into his arms. He set me down and greeted Percy, giving him a "man hug". I think Luke considers Percy as a son.

"How was camp you two?" he asked.

"Great. And the quest—"

"Oh, Jace and Simon are here," he interrupted as the two entered the room.

"Fray!" Simon exclaimed. "Thank god you're here! If I had to spend one more minute with him." He hooked his thumb at Jace. "I might just have killed myself."

"Lucky me," Jace said. "Could you come back later Clary? I want him gone."

I glared at him before hugging Simon. "How you doing Si?"

"Fine, I guess."

I looked at him. He, along with Jace (who was shooting dagger eyes), was looking at Percy.

"Aren't you going home to say hi to your mommy?" Jace sneered.

I was about to yell at him, but Percy held up hand, and said, as nicely as he could, "My mom is looking for a job, so I'll be staying here for the night. You want to run away now, like you did all last year? While you call me the coward, who hides behind his mommy, I'm starting to think that you are the coward for running away whenever I, the scary cat, are around your sister. You call yourself brave, but you can't even spend a minute with me in the room."

Jace, who was about to burst, lunged forward. Percy went for the nearest weapon (a candle stick) and held it like a sword. I put myself between the two, and Simon grabbed Jace with Luke's help.

Alec, Magnus, Isabelle, and Maia walked in, seeing what was going on.

"What happened?" Alec asked.

"Nothing," I said. I looked at Jace. "Right? Noting's happening?"

He growled, shaking Simon and Luke off of him. "Next time, you'd be smart to keep your mouth shut, Percy. For these guys might not be here to save you."

"I don't need saving," he said calmly.

Jace huffed, and stormed out the door. There was silence.

"I don't know what you did, kid," Magnus said, breaking the silence. "But I'm glad you did it."

Alec elbowed him, but Simon agreed. "He needed that."

"What exactly was that?" Isabelle asked. Luke, Percy, Simon and I exchanged looks.

"Nothing," Luke said. "Nothing at all."

Halfway through the school year, me and Percy were sitting in the chair, watching destination truth (A/N I'm actually watching that right now).

"They're kind of stupid," Percy said.

I looked up at him. I was on his right side, and leaning back on his chest. "How?"

"they go in and search for monsters without any protection, or weapons. What if they do see the thing and it attacks them?"

"Well then they run. And they don't always search for monsters. Sometimes it's ghosts. And anyway, I'm pretty sure you're just like them."

"What? I am not."

"Are to. You go in without knowing what waits. You do anything to prove that you are right, and will go anywhere." I pocked his stomach. "You are brave, carouses, a bit stupid, and clever."

"I'm clever am I?"

"don't push it."

We sat in silence, and waited for the next commercial break. "Hey did you get that letter yet?" my brother asked.

"The one from camp?"

"Yeah."

"Um, yeah. Are you going?"

"Of course. I can't believe Chiron is going to though with it."

"I know. It's strange. I never thought he'd let everyone at camp get together for a dance outside camp. I'm so taking advantage of that."

"Yeah, I just don't want to get there and be all fancy."

"Let's go together."

"Where," Jace asked, coming into the room. He scowled when he saw how we were sitting together.

"Camp dance," I said.

Percy put an arm around my shoulder, and pumped his arm in the air. "We are going to dance until we can't dance no more."

"And you're going together," Jace asked.

"yes."

He rolled his eyes. "Why don't you guys just make out with each other already? You would make a great couple."

He spun on his heels, leaving the room. Me and Percy looked at each other.

We made puke noises, and pointed a finger down our throats.

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