"Good," She smiled shyly at him. "Teachers are awesome 'cause they help people."

"Seriously, this is ridiculous," Percy grumbled as he shoved his hands in his jacket pockets. "Where we going and why aren't we taking your car?"

Jason glanced at him in amusement as they walked, the cool air of morning seeming to lighten their moods, "It's a secret. Also, my car's in the shop."

"By shop you mean you lost a bet with Leo and he gets to mess with it, right?"

"...Yeah."

"Jason."

"How was I supposed to know he was a die-hard Swiftie?"

"Dude, everyone knows that."

"Whatever. We're making a left over here," The blonde pointed vaguely ahead and messed with his phone in his pocket, accidently hitting play on his music.

"Jason…" Percy turned to him slowly, a strained smile on his face, "Why are you listening to that?"

"It's a good song!" The son of Jupiter defended, holding his phone close as the song continued.

"It's my voice!" The son of Poseidon said, flinging an arm out as if to emphasize his point.

When I get angry I feel weak and hear these voices in my head

telling me to fall beneath 'cause they'll make everything

okay

"Percy," Jason whined, stomping his foot like a child. "You're an amazing singer. Let me enjoy this."

"Oh, my gods," The green-eyed man ran a hand over his face, frowning. "Fine but I don't know how you're not sick of my voice. You were one of the guitarists."

"You were that good."

"Shut up and tell me where we're going. You got me walking outside at something o'clock and I don't like it."

"You need some exercise in your life. You're relying on your car too much."

"Trust me," Percy smirked, green eyes dancing with mischief. "I'll be getting enough exercise with everything going on where I live."

"If you say so. Oh, look, we're here," Jason gestured to the building they were at and watched as his cousin looked up at the sign on the front.

"Oh, my gods, it's a candy store!"

"Please?"

"No."

"Come on, please?"

"No."

"I-"

"NO!" Percy gripped the steering wheel of Beaut tightly as he gave a sideways glare at his cousin, "No one drives my car!"

"Hmph," Jason sat back in his seat and pouted, looking out the window. "Well, how are we going to get from California to New York in time for the Counselor Meeting?"

"Uh, dude," Percy pulled over sharply, turning sideways in his seat to look at his cousin with strange look. He tapped the blonde's forehead, creasing his eyebrows together, "Did you get hit by another brick when I left you in Camp Jupiter? We have flying horses."

"Oh, yeah," Jason adjusted his gold-framed glasses, cheeks coloring slightly. "I kind of forgot. Tempest isn't exactly allowed in much parts of camp."

"Yeah, okay," Percy nodded in acceptance, putting the car in drive and getting back onto the road. "We need to stop by Dunkin' Donuts so I can get some food for Blackjack. I haven't seen that horse in forever."

Beaut was left in Jason's garage (he having two homes; one in camp and one outside of camp) while the two demigods went down a street to an empty parking lot.

Percy was munching on a doughnut, holding the rest close to him with one hand as he walked. When they got to the middle of the lot, he quickly ate the rest before glancing at Jason. He smirked slightly before giving his best New York-style whistle. The sound echoed through the air and made Jason wince, rubbing his ears.

"Dude," He looked at Percy in childish awe. "How do you do that? There's no way someone can whistle that loud!"

The son of Poseidon just shrugged, a grin on his lips, "What can I say, I'm a New Yorker."

Suddenly, there was a flap of wings behind the two demigods but only one could hear the familiar voice, "Boss?!"

Percy spun around, grin widening into a full-blown smile, "Blackjack! How've you been?"

"Fine but you're back so 'awesome'! Hey, those doughnuts for me?"

"Yeah, I have to get to Camp Halfblood as soon as possible," He held one out, watching fondly as the pegasus ate it.

"Sure thing, Boss. Am I taking Bird Boy, too?"

"Nah, he's riding with Tempest."

"Ugh, that guy."

"Mmhm."

"Tempest isn't that bad," Jason protested. When Percy looked over in surprise, he crossed his arms, "You always make that noise when you talk about Tempest."

"Yeah, well…"

"Thanks, Blackjack," The son of Poseidon patted the pegasus' side, a grin on his face.

"Sure thing, Boss! See you around?"

"Totally," Percy watched as the black pegasus flew off before grabbing his sunglasses from where it was hooked to his Camp Halfblood shirt. Jason had convinced him to wear, saying that he'd wear one too with him. It wasn't that Percy didn't like the shirt (he loved it) but it just had too many memories tied to it that he would have prefered not to remember. "Wait, so Nico's meeting us here?"

"Yup. Come on," Jason grabbed his own sunglasses, putting them on. "Now, we'll look totally badass when we go down the hill."

"And I thought I was the idiot."

"Well, someone had to take your spot while you were gone."

"Yeah? I'd like to have it back," Percy shoved his cousin lightly as they made their way towards the camp border.

The Greeks were milling around; tending to the strawberries, practicing archery, sword fighting, sparring, climbing the rock wall, playing basketball, when they came down the hill. They wasn't really anything about them that stood out except the power seeming to radiate from them. Just as they passed Thalia's tree, Nico di Angelo walked out of the shadows, joining them.

It was then, as the three demigods walked over while chatting like anyone else, that the campers realized who they all were exactly.

It was Nico di Angelo, Jason Grace, and Percy Jackson.

Children of the Big Three.

They were legends in Camp Halfblood (almost myths in some cases) as stories were told about the long wars fought and the bravery shown between cousins struggling to deal with a family's problem.

"What?" Young campers started in surprise when Percy Jackson turned to them, eyebrows scrunched together in confusion, "What's everyone staring at?"

Suddenly, a young girl of about seven ran up. She was most likely Roman due to her purple shirt. She grabbed the son of Poseidon's hand, looking up at him with wide brown eyes, "Are you Percy Jackson?"

Said man blinked in surprise before a warm smile appeared on his face and he moved his sunglasses up to rest on his head, "Why, yes I am. And you are?"

"Andrea," She gave a toothy smile. "My sister talks about you all the time at my camp. She calls you a hero."

"A hero, huh?" He tilted his head at her, "Who's your sister?"

"Gwen."

"Oh, Gwen!" Percy smiled, snapping his fingers, "I remember her! She finish with college yet?"

"No," Andrea shook her head, still holding on to the son of Poseidon's hand. "She has one more year and then she can be a teacher!"

"A teacher, huh?"

"Mmhm!" The girl nodded, her brown ponytail flopping up and down with the motion. "You're a teacher too, right?"

"Eh?" Percy blinked in surprise, "Me? I-"

"Yeah, The Seven says you're an amazing teacher! So, are you a teacher?"

"I- Uh, I guess I am," He grinned at her. "Yeah, I'm a teacher."

"Good," She smiled shyly at him. "Teachers are awesome 'cause they help people."

"Hey, Perce," Jason called him over, pointing the the Big House.

"I gotta go, Andrea but it was nice talking to you, okay?"

"Mmhm," She let go of his hand and waved. "It was nice to meet you, Mr. Jackson!"

"So, you're a teacher now?" Jason grinned, nudging his cousin's shoulder when he was next to him.

"Shut up," Percy grumbled, shoving him. "I couldn't say no to that face."

'Yeah, don't worry. No one can."