Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or the Heroes of Olympus Series.

Story: Brothers United: Reimagined

Chapter 26: Emotional Turmoil

Third Person's POV

Theseus stood in front of the doors to the infirmary. "Will you stop that!" someone yelled from inside the infirmary. Theo rushed through the door and stopped in his tracks. The ten year old named Perseus was in the bed with his back propped up against several pillows with a book in his hands. He had a murderous look on his face as he glared at the sixteen year old boy named Percy in the bed beside him. Percy had the bed controller in his hand as he kept moving the bed up and down. When Theo entered the room the two boys stopped and turned toward their older brother.

"What's going on here?" Theo questioned.

Perseus glared at Percy with narrowed eyes. "I'm trying to read and he won't stop moving his bed."

Percy smirked at his younger brother. "You're so boring."

Theo cleared his throat; the two boys looked at their brother expectantly. "Chiron said that you both can leave the infirmary."

Percy jumped up and down in his bed with excitement. "Thank the gods," he said.

Perseus just rolled his eyes at his brother. Perseus stood up and stretched his arms and legs. He picked up his book and walked toward the door passed Theo and Percy. "I'm going to read somewhere quiet." Perseus stepped out of the infirmary. Percy mimed his brother in a mocking way.

"Percy, where are you going?" Theo asked.

A crooked grin spread across Percy's face. "I'm going to the arena. I have to practice," he said before he took Riptide out of his pocket in pen form. He jumped up from the bed and ran out of the infirmary.

Theo just shook his head as Will Solace stepped into the infirmary. Percy had almost run over him in his excitement to leave the room. "Sorry, Percy is a little excited," he said.

"He sure is," Will said. He looked back out the door and watched Percy as he ran toward the arena. "Are you okay?"

Theo gave the son of Apollo a reassuring smile. "Yeah, I just hope my little a… brothers… don't destroy the camp."

Will chuckled. "We'll all keep an eye on them, don't worry."

Theseus walked to the door and passed the son of Apollo. "Your dad is one of the better gods. You remind me of him." Will grinned at the comparison. "See you around." Theo walked out of the infirmary and toward the arena. He was worried about Percy, something about the boy made him nervous.

Perseus walked toward the beach. He would go to the lake, but the ocean called to him. He walked toward the Fireworks Beach. It was his favorite place at camp. He carried his book or magazine in this case. He walked onto the sand, but stopped when he saw a familiar blonde haired girl sitting in the sand with a drawing pad in her lap. Perseus clutched the magazine tightly in his hands. A sudden pain welled up in his chest, but he pushed it to the side. He took a few deep breaths before he walked toward the girl.

Annabeth sat in the sand as she stared at the drawing pad in her lap. She had just started drawing a new temple for Olympus; it was dedicated to Poseidon. She felt bad for her mother's rival, but maybe they weren't rivals anymore. She was very surprised about the news about Athena and Theseus. She smiled at the thought of her mother in a relationship, but a frown crossed her lips when she remembered how her mother instigated her break-up with Percy. However, she no longer blamed her mother completely. She knew that it was her own fault.

The sound of sand moving behind Annabeth drew her attention. She turned and froze at the sight before her. A very familiar boy was walking towards her. He looked a lot like the boy that she remembered from four years ago, but this boy was younger, but much more athletic. She didn't know what to say so she waited for the boy to speak.

"Hey, Annabeth," Perseus said.

Annabeth couldn't help but smile at the sound of the boy's voice; it brought back so many good memories. "Hello, Perseus," she said, to Annabeth it was odd calling him that unless she was scolding him over something stupid that he'd done.

"Sketching something for Olympus?" Perseus asked.

Annabeth looked down at the pad in her lap. "A temple… for Poseidon."

Perseus smiled. "Cool," he replied. Annabeth stared at the boy. Perseus's cheeks reddened as she stared at him. Annabeth knew that look. The boy had a crush on her. She wanted to smile at that until she remembered this was Percy or at least a part of him. "What are you doing?" she asked.

Perseus smiled as he held up a magazine. Annabeth's grey eyes broadened at the sight. "Journal of Naval Architecture and Marine Engineering," she read. Perseus smiled like it was the best thing in the world. "Isn't that a little much for a ten year old?"

Perseus's grin widened. "You know me; I love designing ships."

Annabeth was shocked, but she hid it well. "Well, sometimes I forget that you're not an ordinary ten year old."

Perseus chuckled. "A son of Poseidon is never an ordinary child or demigod."

Annabeth grinned at the boy. It was hard not to feel comfortable talking to him. Annabeth closed her drawing pad and stood up. "I have to go join Malcolm and my cabin; we have sword training in ten minutes." Annabeth could see the disappointment on the boy's face.

"Okay, well… I'd be careful. Percy is at the arena. He's still not over the whole a… break-up thing," Perseus informed.

Annabeth gulped. She had hoped that Percy would be as friendly to her as Perseus, but it seemed that her luck wasn't that good. "I'll be careful." Perseus smiled before he sat down on the sand. He opened his magazine and began to read. Annabeth shook her head at the boy as he studied the pages and the images on each page. She turned and walked off the beach trying to figure out how a part of the old Seaweed Brain could be so smart.

Arena - a few minutes later...

Percy entered the arena, but stopped in the doorway when he saw the Ares cabin practicing. He noticed Clarisse sparring with one of her brothers. Percy smiled as he watched her use the electric spear against her brother's sword. He walked into the arena, which earned stares and whispers from those children of Ares that weren't actively sparring.

"Hey Hothead," Percy said. Clarisse frowned at the nickname; she turned and her eyes narrowed when she saw the son of Poseidon. "Hey punk, I heard you were back," she said. Percy just grinned at the daughter of Ares. "You want to spar?" he asked.

"You're on," She said. "Sherman, we'll spar later." Sherman nodded before he walked over to the spectator seating to join his siblings. Clarisse straightened her armor before she checked her spear and shield. "No armor?"

Percy smiled. "It'll just slow me down," he replied.

Clarisse readied herself with her spear pointed it toward the son of Poseidon. Percy uncapped Riptide and touched his watch, his shield expanded onto his arm. He spun Riptide in his hand before he sent a smirk toward Clarisse. She growled at the face he made before she pushed her spear toward the ribcage of the demigod. Percy deflected the spearhead away with his sword.

Clarisse grinned at her opponent. "How have you been Prissy?"

Percy glared at the name. "Just fine," Percy slashed with his sword, but Clarisse blocked the strike with her shield. "Has Chris been keeping you in line?"

Clarisse's eye's had a slight reddish glow to them. She growled before she faked a thrust with her spear before she sent the blade of the weapon toward Percy's thigh; the blade cut the side of his leg earning a grunt of pain from the son of Poseidon. "Not so tough are you Jackson. I guess that's why the Wise Girl dumped you." Clarisse realized what she said too late. The ground began to shake; she lost her footing and fell forward just as Percy slashed his sword across her stomach. The blade cut open her armor and ripped a gash in her abdomen. Clarisse screamed in pain. She fell to one knee before Percy kicked her spear out of her hands. Percy hit her in the head with the flat part of his sword. Clarisse gave a grunt before she collapsed to the ground unconscious. Percy stood over her with his sword pointed toward her chest.

"Percy," Theo yelled. Percy shook his head before he turned toward his older brother. "What did you do?" Percy looked down at the unconscious demigod at his feet. He stepped back in shock. He dropped Riptide and his shield. Theo and Sherman both ran to the daughter of Ares. The two kneeled beside Clarisse. Theo examined her before he willed an orb of water toward him; he concentrated the liquid on the gash that extended across her stomach. A few seconds later the gash had closed and only a white scar was visible. Clarisse's breathing calmed.

Theo sighed as he looked up at his brother. "What were you thinking?" he yelled.

"I'm sorry; I just got mad and I went on auto-pilot," Percy said. Theo could hear the fear in his brother's voice. Theo looked back at Sherman.

"She'll be fine," he said as he motioned for two of his brothers to help him carry her to their cabin. The three demigods eyed Percy warily as they carried their sister away.

Theo stood and walked toward his brother. "What did she say to set you off so much?"

Percy's green eyes darkened. "She mentioned… the break-up," he said with barely controlled anger. Percy closed his eyes for a moment as he took a few deep breaths. "I'm sorry Theo. I didn't really mean to hurt her so bad."

Theo sighed. "I know, but you have to be careful. When I got in here, you looked like you were ready to kill her."

Percy put his head in his hands. A few tears leaked from his eyes. "I can't help feeling this way about… her." Theo knew the her that he mentioned was Annabeth. He put a hand on Percy's shoulder. "You need to get over it. Why don't you talk to her?" Theo suggested. Percy jerked Theo's hand away from his shoulder. "I won't talk to her. I hate her," Percy said before he grabbed his sword and shield. He looked up and toward the door to the arena just as Annabeth and her cabin walked into the arena. He froze when he saw the daughter of Athena.

Theo looked between the two. He could see the pain in both their eyes. He walked up to Percy and grabbed his arm. Annabeth followed her cabin into the arena to practice, but her eyes never left Percy and his older brother.

Annabeth wanted to talk to Percy, but Malcolm grabbed her arm. She turned and glared at her brother. "What are you doing?" she asked harshly. Malcolm glared right back. "He doesn't want to talk to you, look at him," Malcolm said. Annabeth looked at Percy as Theseus pulled him out of the arena. She listened closely and her eyes widened when she heard Percy tell his brother that he hated her. Tears threatened to fall from her eyes when she heard him. She looked back at her brother; Malcolm sighed before he pulled his sister into a hug. "He hates me," she said. Malcolm pulled her to the corner of the arena and away from the prying eyes of the other campers. "We don't know that the real Percy hates you," he reassured. Annabeth nodded before she wiped a stray tear away. "What happens if the real Percy never returns?" she replied. Malcolm shook his head. "I don't know, but we all need to have hope, thats all we can do," Malcolm advised.

Annabeth nodded before she looked back toward the door where Theo had pulled his brother through. She prayed to her mother for any help she could provide. "I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't get him back."

AN: Another chapter done. I think this chapter shows the differences between Percy and Perseus, so stay tuned for more to come.