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Percy and Annabeth, along with the five surviving competitors, stood on little bits of plastic as they waited for the chance to get to the weapons, stuck in a big Santa bag.

Chiron and Mr D watched happily, before turning to the demigods.

"Right, 5000 Drachma on Percy and Annabeth winning the games." Chiron caught Mr D's eye and smirked as the demigods agreed to it, and left them alone to watch from the huge screen mounted over the Big House.

"Those suckers fell right into it," Chiron snorted as Mr D rolled him away.

"I know! Surely they'd have figured we rigged the games!"

The both glanced up at the screen, smiling to themselves as the first act if their 'rigging' began.

Percy had gotten bored so he'd left his plastic bit. His wasn't rigged with explosive, but others were, so when one tried to run as well, they were blown to pieces.

Mr D waved at the group of dumbstruck betters, winking at a particular good looking one, before turning his eye back to their 5000 drachma's.

The bell finally went, Percy and Annabeth taking the pack that was marked 'Percy and Annabeth ONLY' and running into the woods.

The other demigods, including Maximus, winner of his last games, a volunteer to try and take down Jackson, and the favourite to win, were stuck with nothing but a few rubber swords and a big T-shirt with 'LOL' on it.

Chiron held out his hand and Mr D gave him a low five.

The next day, Grover stood at the screens, far removed from the betters.

He sighed to himself. The TV was showing Percy and Annabeth, unsurprisingly. In fact, it hadn't shown anything BUT, Percabeth for the entire duration of the games. Even when Maximus killed that tribute it was quickly sped up before closing up on Percy snoring.

Tyson was a little worried, and he'd phoned up his father who would be coming to pick them up as soon as he could. Grover smiled to himself; it was cute to think Tyson thought his mortal father could do anything to stop this. He wouldn't even be able to get in!

He was jerked out of his musings as a petite figure stepped up next to him.

He glanced at her, before looking away quickly, as if he hadn't seen her. He looked around desperately, looking for help. He saw one demigod size them up, before shaking his head sadly.

"Hey Grover," Juniper said, making him look at her.

He smiled at her, because he did really like her, and that was the problem.

"Hey Juniper," he nodded.

She nodded too.

He nodded back.

She stopped nodding.

He thought he should too.

"So," he gestured. "How are you?"

She shrugged. "Okayish; I don't really like these 'games'."

Grover shook his head. "Yeah, I-" just then, as demigod jumped through the crowd, one of the Ares kids.

"Yo Grover!" They exchanged a gay hand greeting. "Yo, loving these games! So gooood! You liking these ones as much as the last ones?"

Juniper frowned. "You like the games?"

The Ares kid jerked around, taking off his cap. "Whoa, girl…," he said quietly, as if regarding her as an unknown object.

Grover backed off a little with his friend. "No, I-," he looked at the Ares kid. "Tell her Toby, I hate them!"

"Yeah, Grover hates these things, yeah, yeah…"

"I cry in my cabin," Grover added.

"He cries in his cabin," the Ares kid agreed.

"I throw up when I think of blood."

"All over my top," Toby added.

Juniper raised her eyebrows. "Why were you watching it then?"

Grover thought about it, made to say something and frowned.

"Why'd you come up to watch it?" Toby asked, with a triumphant expression on his face.

"I came to see Grover," she replied coolly.

Toby gaped, before patting Grover's chest, "you're on your own," and running off.

Grover sighed, before smiling winningly at Juniper. "Yeah, so that's Toby… did you do something with your hair?" he sighed. "Look," he appealed. "I don't want to give you the wrong impression, but I don't know if I'm gay anymore and the games are a form of escapism. They help me to relax, and to look at my life from a parallel perspective."

Juniper touched her hair, looking pleased. "You think I've done something with my hair?"

"Wow, is that what you got from that?"

"I haven't," Juniper smiled shyly, "but you think I have? Does it look nice, or is a bad change?"

Grover leapt on the topic. "No, it's a really good change. You're even more beautiful than I remember," he nodded.

Juniper blushed green. "Well, I am using a new face cream," she admitted.

They looked up at the screen as Annabeth pulled Percy up, muttering about pretty boys, as serpents closed in.

Juniper bit her lip. "Wow, they're so cute together."

Grover nodded absently, glancing down at Juniper to see her staring at him avidly. He shifted as she smiled, before looking behind him.

"Wow," he said, looking at the sundial, "is that the time? Well, I'd better get going."

"Don't you want to get a drink with me at the Aphrodite cabin?" She asked.

Grover gulped at the love cabin; or more importantly, the gay cabin! Who knew what would happen to him if he went back there! All those shoes…

He ran as a crowd separated them, and lagged it towards the Poseidon cabin. If he could just hide there- he doubled back a she saw Juniper looking around, standing by the door. Scared by her immense speed, he pushed through the door of another cabin and shut the door, leaning against it, taking a deep breath.

"Where'd the gay goat go?" He heard a nymph ask.

"I don't know," Juniper replied. "But find him and bring him to me, alive, and unspoilt."

He heard the group separate and walk off, before letting his breath go in a sigh of relief.

He started as he felt a knife against his throat. He looked into the crazed eyes of Travis Stoll, only survivor of the Half Blood Games.

"What are you doing here?" he growled, digging the knife into Grover's neck. It was only then he realised he was in the Zeus Cabin; Travis' new home since he won the games.

Grover gestured at the door. "Escaping from some nymphs."

Travis grunted before flipping his knife and pulling it away, letting Grover go.

"Pathetic, all of them," Travis muttered.

Grover frowned, sitting on a marble bench at the side. "What do you mean?"

He looked at him. "Them; outside. Running after boys, cheering on the good looking ones, not having a fucking clue what it's like…," he turned away. "What do you want?"

Grover frowned. "What do you mean?"

Travis sighed. "The Apollo kids are selling drugs-"

"No surprise there."

"-and the Aphrodite kids are hosting a fucking coffee shop." Travis moved to sit down next to Grover. "I used to be like you, caring about my parent, taking drugs, just trying to deal with my life in my own shitty way…," he smiled to himself. "Gods, I wish I could go back."

Grover was getting scared now. Travis had always been weird before, but he thought the games had finally pushed him over the edge.

Travis suddenly jerked up, whipping his knife up.

Grover frowned. "What is it?"

Travis moved against a pillar, holding his knife against his side. "Were you followed?"

He frowned. "No, but… it's probably just a camper, right?"

Travis smiled at him. "Right, like when Tantalus sent 'Campers' to mop up the surviving victors."

Grover frowned. "We were told they died of their wounds, or suicide, not-"

"Word to the wise," he interrupted. "Don't believe everything people tell you, especially when it comes from an enemy."

Grover nodded, picking a knife up from the side and spinning it, as voices drifted in from the doorway; the footsteps had obviously been interrupted.

"Don't," Travis growled. "Spinning your knife is a waste of time." Grover dropped it as the person walked in with a burst of light, the doors swinging open.

Travis leapt out and threw the person into the wall before putting his knife to their throat.

"Katie," he hissed, "I could have killed you!"

She massaged her throat a she drew away. "Yeah, good morning to you too, Travis." She held up flowers. "I brought you something to brighten the place up."

"Those are exquisite," Grover gasped at the beautiful collection.

Katie smiled at him. "Thanks, I spent all night working-"

"I told you not to come back," Travis glared at her.

She smiled back up at him. "Yeah, but I think you could use the company."

He snorted. "Friends get you killed," with that he walked over to a bunch of pots he had stacked in the corner, filled with dirt. "Dump them here."

Grover smiled at the hidden meaning behind the pots; that Travis had prepared for her visit, and that he'd wanted her to notice this. He looked at Katie to see her smiling at him gently a she brushed some of her black hair behind her ear.

"What?" he looked at her suspiciously.

She shook her head. "Nothing," she said, still smiling, before going over to plant the flowers. "How's your shoulder?"

"Rotten," he replied.

"How are you?" She asked.

"Numb," he answered.

She looked up. "With…?"

"Everything."

"So, that's nothing."

He glared at her. "No, that's anyone."

"That's just stating nobody."

"Actually it's anything!"

"It's naught."

"You don't understand!" He clutched at his shaking hands. "Just go away."

She got to her feet, reaching out to touch one of Travis' grey strands, but he turned away. "If that's how you want it."

"It's not my choice."

"No," she agreed, before walking out of the door. Travis didn't even wait to let her footsteps fade before throwing his knife into the marble chest of the Zeus statue.

"Shit Travis!" Grover cried, looking at the knife which was imbedded up to the hilt. "That was solid marble!"

"And the knife was celestial bronze," he replied.

"What's wrong with you, Travis?" Grover asked.

He walked up to him, limping from his old wounds. "You know, back before the Fleece made everything all rainbows and pixie horses, I was going to be the next Haymitch Abernathy."

"What happened?" Grover asked.

Travis scooped up some Kool Aid and drunk from it deeply, his eyes locked on Grover. "Well," he shrugged. "They wouldn't let me train tributes anymore."

"I'm sorry," he said, clapping his shoulder. "Because you're a son of Hermes?"

"Hell no!" Travis cried. "No, because one of my students bit my finger off!"

"Oh my Gods!" Grover cried as Travis held up his left hand to show his stump.

"Cut me down in my prime, he did!" he cried, poking Grover with his damaged hand. "But I got that bastard's heart," he reached for a glass jar and help up the guy's heart.

Grover stared at it, before looking at Travis. "You're pretty sick, Travis."

He walked out of the cabin, Travis following him. "I've been watching you, Grover; you're a team player, a supporter. You could be a trainer of heroes you could." He moved in Grover's path. "Maybe get that Imperial Gold sword like I never got!"

Grover kicked a can idly. "Green sword, gold sword, who gives a shit?" he kicked the can away.

"Yeah, but that's not the-," he stopped as a roar went up. They both glanced at the screens to see Percy and Annabeth centred on.

"PERCY!" Annabeth screamed, shaking him desperately.

He cracked an eye open. "I don't think I can go on…," he murmured.

"Please, I can't do this alone! You have to be able to go on!"

She started clutching his chest, as if to bring him back. He suddenly smiled, opening his eyes.

"I think I'm fine," he decided cheerfully.

Her face went from surprised, to shocked, then she turned angry.

She hit him on the arm. "You stupid, little-"

He moved away from her hands. "Annabeth, I'm dying, help me!" he teased as she hit him on the head. "Ow, okay, I'm fine, I'm-"

"You dickhead, Percy, I hate you," she said without conviction.

He laughed, touching the thin cut on his chest he'd received in a struggle with a tribute. "As if this could kill me," he grinned.

"I didn't believe you," Annabeth insisted.

Percy smiled, reaching out hand. "Come on, let's head to the lake. We can get water and I can heal up." She ignored his hand but agreed, pushing the pack into Percy's hands.

"You can carry that, Alaric."

They walked towards the water, but stopped as they heard voices. Putting a finger to his lips, Percy moved slowly towards the bushes, crouching as he got closer.

He peered through the foliage, tensing as she saw two demigods crouched by the edge.

"Who are they-," Percy started, getting cut off by Annabeth as she tried to hear.

"Look," ones voice drifted. "Jackson relies on the water, so if we take the water, how can he use it?"

"Yeah, but we can't drain an entire lake?"

Percy smiled at Annabeth before breaking cover.

They shouted as they saw him and drew their weapons.

"I've got the lake!" One shouted, kneeling down and drinking from the lake quickly. Percy and Annabeth stopped as they watched him, as everyone watched him in bewilderment.

"I feel sick," he groaned, clutching his stomach.

Percy looked at Annabeth, eyebrows raised. She nodded at the guy curtly. "Blow him."

Percy raised his hand, focusing on the water the guy was filled with, willing it to expand.

His friend gestured wildly and ran forward, but Annabeth drew her knife and intercepted him as Percy kept focused on the guy. A few more painful seconds and the guy exploded, blood, body bits and water going everywhere.

Annabeth and the guy disengaged to look at it.

"Shit!" They said in unison.

Percy brushed off his palms, striding forward as Annabeth let the other tribute run into the woods.

"How many left?" Percy asked casually.

Annabeth was staring at him in a new way. "How on earth did you do that?"

"You said to 'blow him'?"

"I meant, like, hit him with water, not blow him into frickin' pieces!"

Percy shrugged. "Whoops."

"Yeah," she nodded, completely white, "whoops."

Chiron and Mr D exchanged a high five as the day continued, the rest of the tributes getting killed off until only Maximus and Percabeth were left.

That's when the betters came for them.

"What do you mean you don't have the money?" A demigod demanded.

Mr D spread his arms. "I mean we must have mislaid it." He was shoved against the side, grunting as his back hit the wood. "We can get it!"

Chiron nodded eagerly. "Yup, we can!"

The demigod threw Mr D into Chiron and the both went rolling towards the door.

"Run," Mr D hissed, getting off Chiron and grabbing the back of his wheelchair and moving towards the door. They were blocked by a band of demigods.

Chiron wiped sweat from his brow as Mr D turned back to the leader.

"I don't see why we have to give half the money in advance. I mean, why don't we just give you the full treat once the games are over."

The demigod moved forward. "Look fat boy, we know you're rigging the games."

"Noo-," Mr D tried to deny, but the guy held up a hand.

"It's water under the bridge, right? We have our own balancer put in, so it's all good."

"What is it?" Chiron demanded.

The demigod smiled. "Let's just say that we'll have to fight off copyright insurance." He drew a knife, advancing. "Until then, let's see if the Paedophile bleeds."

Mr D and Chiron moved closer together, getting ready for a beatdown before the door of the Big House swung open.

The demigod looked up. "Who the hell are you- Oh, Travis, we didn't know it was you!"

Travis limped in, scowling. "Team Percabeth and Maximus are drawing close. Thought you'd want to know." He glanced at the demigod's small knife and smirked. "Nice knife," he said sarcastically, before walking out.

The betters, MR D and Chiron glanced at each other, before all taking off to the viewing screens, Chiron gaining ground on the hill, rolling a full 200 metres before skidding to a stop in front of the screen, where all of Camp Half Blood was gathered.

It was getting darker when Percy and Annabeth heard the howls.

"What's that?" Percy asked, clenching his fists.

Annabeth surveyed the area, her grey eyes almost reflecting the moon's light. She drew her knife slowly.

"Keep close… we don't want to get separated."

Percy nodded, taking Retard out of his pocket. "Maybe… maybe we should find higher ground?"

"Good idea," Annabeth agreed. "Let's get our stuff and-"

She whipped around at Percy's cry to find him wrestling on the floor with a dark shape.

Cursing the shameless rip off from Hunger Games, she drove her knife into the back of the creature again and again, dust coming off with each thrust. Percy kicked the creature off, Retard wedged deep into his jaw.

"Are you okay?" Annabeth cried, hugging Percy. He nodded, putting his face into her hair, shaking.

They jerked apart as more howls came of the brush.

"HELLHOUNDS!" Annabeth cried, before sprinting away, Percy trailing after her. They tore through the brush, jumping over logs and pits in the forest floor as the monsters weaved behind them.

"ZEUS' FIST!" Percy cried. "WE CAN CLIMB!"

Annabeth steered towards there, putting on extra speed as they burst out of the trees and approached Zeus' fist.

Percy managed to reach the rocks first, leaping up the first one and scrabbling up the first one, pulling Annabeth up with him.

"Where's Maximus?" Percy growled as he pulled himself up the rocks.

I have a fair idea, Annabeth thought, glancing at the top of Zeus' fist. She reached the top and drew her knife, looking around, searching for Maximus. She knew he was here; he had to be.

She felt force against the back of her leg, sending her to her knees. She jerked around to see a foot connect with her face. She fell back, clutching her jaw with her hands as the clash of metal resounded above her, sword striving against each other. When she took her hands away from her face, her vision was still rocking, tinged with blood spots. She shook her head, grasping at the rock as she felt the swords tear against each other and the dull thump of flesh meeting flesh.

She jerked back as a sword hit the ground next to her; Maximus' sword.

She looked up to see Percy pushing Retard towards Maximus' face, the latter's face contorted as he tried to stop the blade going into his neck.

It happened too quickly for her to cry out; a jerk of Maximus' body and the flash of steel and Percy fell back, screaming in agony as he tried to comprehend the dagger protruding from his hand.

He fell back, kicked over by Maximus, who spun round Retard and pointed it forward in an execution stab.

Annabeth tried to find her feet, screaming as Retard went plunging into Percy's chest.

"What is wrong with this?" Maximus screamed, sounding almost like one of the Hellhounds below. Percy was laughing at the Retard not working as Maximus threw it aside and grabbed his own sword instead.

Annabeth surged to her feet as Maximus dragged Percy to the edge of Zeus' fist, intending to throw him over, and shouted.

"Maximus!" He turned to look at her, puzzled. "There's two in Percabeth, bitch." He frowned as she drew her knife through the air. He managed to dodge, dropping Percy and shoving her back. She balanced on the edge, before regaining her footing and looking around for Maximus. She only saw Percy, clutching his mangled hand.

"Where's Maximus?" Annabeth asked Percy.

He smiled, showing bloodied teeth. "Took a tumble off the edge," he coughed. "Lucky us."

She looked over the edge, but moved back quickly, recoiling from the sight.

"Is he dead?" She asked.

"If he's alive I'll be impressed," Percy replied weakly. The cannon went off as Percy clutched Annabeth's jacket.

"Got my sword hand," he sighed, holding up his hand.

She smiled as footsteps came from the woods; the rescue party. It was only when Percy was being taken away that she managed to say: "should guard yourself better."

Percy grinned, but she suspected that was more the Necter, and not her humour.

Days later, in the evening, Percy lay in his bed inside the Big House, surrounded by Annabeth, Grover and Tyson. Luke was long gone, much to Percy surprised dismay. He hadn't taken the Fleece… and Percy was forced to admit, he'd really come to respect Luke Castellan, weird as he was.

"It was pretty sweet, but I don't think camp's for me," Tyson admitted.

"Scared?" Percy teased.

He shrugged. "Maybe."

Percy softened. "It's not usually like this, you know. It's much quieter, much more enjoyable."

Tyson smiled. "Yeah, but I wouldn't want to be part of this Wank Camp anyway."

Grover stretched, jerking as a group of nymphs walked past.

"Not Juniper," Annabeth checked.

He nodded. "Good, good, well, maybe not, but good." he turned his attention to Tyson. "So, when's your Dad coming?"

"Later tonight," Tyson admitted. "Being God of the Sea, you'd think he'd be able to just materialise on the beach, but… no."

Grover laughed. "Yeah? Who's your dad? Poseidon?" he snorted at his own joke.

Percy smiled. "Yeah, exactly."

He frowned. "Oh shit…"

Annabeth leant forward and touched Percy's arm. "You okay?"

Percy made to respond, but Tyson and Grover pretending to act out Percabeth made him mess up his words.

"Yeah," he said, distracted by Grover and Tyson, "big bacon."

Annabeth frowned, before moving to check the painkillers they were giving Percy and give him a concerned look.

Just then Chiron burst in, breathing heavily, for once in horse form!

"You guys… need… to come! The Fleece… it's spawned… a… new… plot point…," they all looked blank. "It's FUCKING AWESOME!" he cried before galloping out.

Tyson sprinted straight out, Annabeth stopping by the door to command Grover to help Percy, before sprinting away.

"Oh man…," Grover moaned. "Why do I have to drag this piece of shit?"

"Grover," Percy coughed. "I'm right here."

"Oh, sorry," he dragged him up and they made their way out and up the hill towards Thalia tree.

As they approached, they had to fight through a large crowd of, strangely, mainly girls, and to the front.

Percy's eyes fell onto the dark hair that fell over his eye, the rest swept carelessly back in a way he'd never be able to manage. Then the guy locked his eyes on Percy, piercing eyes of the brightest blue. The guy stood, standing taller than Percy, with a lithe figure, his features soft like carved marble. He held a bloody sword in one hand, his clothes decorated by claw marks and burns, the other hand pointing at the figure he was examining.

Annabeth was clutching the figure, pale. "It's Thalia, she's, I don't know, she got out of her tree, but I don't-," she looked at Chiron for an explanation.

"I don't know," Chiron confessed under everyone's gaze.

The newcomer stepped forward. "If that's what I think it is," his voice vibrant and rich, pointing at the Fleece, "then I'd say that the Fleece did more than heal your tree. It purged it of everything… and everyone."

"Who are you?" Percy asked, rather aggressively.

The guy didn't take note of it though, but just stared at him with his startling eyes.

"I'm Mark Sue, son of Mary Sue."

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