"I heard about you and Percy's epic bromance."

"Wha-?" Percy jerked upright when his phone went off next to his ear, nearly falling off his bed. He fumbled with it for a bit, the song Lightning by Alex Goot singing through the air, and answered it, "Jace?"

"Sorry, did I wake you up?" Jason sounded sheepish.

"Yeah but don't worry about it. What's up?" Percy got up, slipping the blanket off and making his way downstairs. He was up already, might as well get some coffee in his system.

"Some of the new kids are being arrogant and usually that wouldn't bother me but they started making fun of the Big Three and-"

"I'll be right there," Percy growled, eyes flashing in the reflection of the kitchen window. He hung up after saying bye to Jason, putting his phone down so he could start the coffee machine. He went upstairs, grabbing a change of clothes and heading for the shower.

Stiles woke up to the sound of the shower running and, woah, that was weird. His father was already at work so that would mean that the person up was Percy and it was only seven in the morning. The man didn't get up until at least eleven. He got up and opened his door right as Percy was talking on the phone, heading downstairs.

"No, I mean, can't you just kill them?" Percy winced, taking the phone away from his ear, and yelling could be heard from the receiver. He hesitantly put it back on his ear, "Not even a little?" He ran a hand through his hair, eyes flashing angrily, "Come on, Jace, they're just disrespectful little dipshits who need to know who's in charge- and it's not them."

"Everything okay?" Stiles decided to interrupt before Percy said something that might force him to call the cops in fear of his own safety.

Percy didn't even look surprised to see the Stilinski. He just used his shoulder to hold up his phone as he grabbed some of the to-go coffee cups he bought, pouring some for himself. He grabbed a different mug, preparing some coffee for Stiles before sliding it over, "Yeah, some people are just being little shits at the camp Jason's at. What?" His eyes went to the right as he listened to Jason, "Yeah, it's Stiles. What, you want to talk to him? Sure, one sec. It'll give me time to make my coffee." He put down one of the cups to grab his phone, passing it to Stiles, "Here, Jason wants to talk to you."

"Um, okay," He put the phone to his ear. "Hello?"

"Hi!" Jason's voice was pleasant, like he was happy to be talking to the Stilinski. "My name's Jason. I'm one of Percy's other cousins and his bro."

"Nice to meet you," Stiles smiled. "I heard about you and Percy's epic bromance." Percy made no movements at the words to deny anything, just continuing on his task of making the perfect coffee.

"Yeah, it's awesome. Anyway, I'm going to have to borrow Percy for a week, maybe two. I hope that's cool. I would feel really horrible if you guys made plans and I just butted in."

"No, it's fine. I'll have to tell everyone but it's cool. Oh, Percy wants to talk to you again," Stiles said when he noticed the nineteen year-old waving for the phone.

"Okay, cool. Nice talking to you, Stiles."

Percy slid over a PJ Twist and put the phone to his ear, topping his to-go coffee cup, "Hey, Jace, who's at the camp?" He nodded as he listened, "Okay, so Thalia's still busy? Where is she anyway?" He took a sip of coffee, "Oklahoma? That's the state that looks like a frying pan, right?" He shot Stiles a playful glare when he saw the teen trying to stifle his laughter, "Okay, I'll see ya later. Stay safe, little cousin. Yes, I know you're an inch taller than me. Whatever, I'm still older. Bye."

"So… He seems interesting," Stiles said once Percy hung up.

"Yeah," The green-eyed man rolled his eyes. "He's such a tool."

Stiles shook his head and took a sip of his coffee, "Should you really be saying that about your cousin?"

"I can say whatever I want about that twerp," Percy grinned. "I can kick his ass any day."

Then, his phone rang. It was a text from Jason. All it said was: No you can't.

"You're leaving?" Isaac looked up at his cousin with wide eyes.

"Yeah," Percy shrugged. "I gotta beat up- I mean, lecture some kids down in San Fran. Don't worry, I shouldn't be gone long, Iz. There's just some kids causing some problem at the camp Jason's at and he needs some help."

"Why'd he call you specifically?" Erica wondered, brushing a lock of blonde hair behind her ear.

"Because, there's four people that help run the camp: Jason, Reyna, Frank, and myself. It's kind of a big deal. Anyway, since I'm one of the leaders, I have to go take care of some disrespectful little shits who want to waste everyone's time."

"Be safe," Derek said, giving the man a pointed look.

"Aw, Der Bear, it's nice to know that you're concerned but I'll be fine. I can take care of myself," He got into his car, rolling down the window. "I'll see you all later."

"Bring me back something!" Jackson hollered when he drove off and he received a thumbs up in response.

People were walking around Camp Jupiter, talking to one another and practicing their sword fighting. They all stopped, however, when someone came out of the tunnel. He had on a black T-shirt, fingerless gloves, dark skinny jeans, and black sunglasses. His boots crunched on the ground and he stopped short of the river, a small frown on his face. He looked around, like he was waiting for someone, and ran a hand through his hair.

What stunned them, however, was when Jason Grace, former Praetor, walked up to greet him, giving him a fist bump and a hug. He murmured something to the man, who replied with something equally as quiet, and they crossed the river together. They didn't seem to mind the crowd that was forming as they went to see who came into the camp without any warning.

What got them shocked was when the Praetors, Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano (or known as Reyna to the campers) and Frank Zhang, came up to greet the man, looking like they were fed up as they led him somewhere. They were gesturing to some buildings and, at one point, pointing to some of the water pipes.

When the man came closer to the new campers, the ones who were yelling at people openly that they were better and that they didn't even need the training, Reyna leaned over to murmur something to the man and he nodded, saying something back. He turned to Jason, tilting his head like he was asking a question, and scowled when the former Praetor replied with something that obviously didn't please him.

"Campers," Frank spoke, gaining the new kids' attentions. "We have two people who would like to speak to you."

"Who, your parents?" A camper snarked, a weak glare on their face- like a chihuahua barking at a monster truck going in forward, "We want Percy Jackson, not some lame-ass people who think they're great."

There was a moment of silence before the man that came into camp stepped forward, a scowl put in place on his face,, "Hey, you know what, you piece of ass-wiping piece of shits? I sailed on the Argo II with Praetor Zang. Hell, I was Praetor!"

"And who are you?" A new camper snarled.

"Oh, was that supposed to intimidate me? My hamster could do better than that and he's dead. He lifted his sunglasses, letting them rest on his head, and glared at the kids with emerald eyes that shocked some of the older campers that were now in college in Camp Jupiter, "My name's Percy Jackson and I heard you were insulting the Big Three. Think again."

Let's say there was lots of screaming…

A lot.

It was rather disturbing.

Some people didn't even know a leg could bend that far.