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Percy and Annabeth climbed out of the taxi and started walking down to the borders of Camp Half Blood.

"Is the Golden Fleece still okay?" Percy asked, more to make conversation than anything else.

Annabeth nodded, brushing her hair back from her face. "Yeah, it's good… actually, it's not. They're terrible."

"The Fleece?" Percy clarified.

"Yes," she replied. "No," she decided suddenly, "not the Fleece."

"Erm, what do you-"

Annabeth put a hand to her face. "We need to fix this," she told Percy from between her fingers.

Percy stopped and turned to stare at Annabeth. "Yeah, we do. Look," he began, grimacing, "I'm sorry for how I've been treating you. I got disappointed at your reaction last summer and I took it out on you even though it wasn't your fault. I can't take back my actions, but I can try to forget them, if you'll allow me."

Annabeth laughed weakly. "It's funny, because you don't have anything to apologise for, but you actually made me feel like you did for a second there." She stared at him with those beautiful grey eyes.

"I'm sorry, Percy, for all the crap I've given you. I'm blaming you for your emotions even though you can't really control them." She frowned. "Actually, I'm not sorry for that, not really." Her eyes took a sadder cast. "I'm sorry for changing how I felt, just when you'd finally caught up."

"You can't control how you feel, Annabeth," Percy told her. "And it is not your fault that your feelings suddenly…. changed." He held his tongue about Aphrodite and instead said: "I suppose that's just growing up."

"Yeah, well it sucks," Annabeth said softly, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"It does, doesn't it?" Percy agreed.

"We have a lot of time to make up for," she told him softly. She suddenly smiled fully and pushed her hair back. "I've got someone I want you to meet."

"Who's that?" Percy asked.

"Well, we just got an ACAS, and I volunteered to look after him."

"A, err, what?"

Annabeth looked surprised that he didn't know. "Oh, ACAS, it means: Another Character from Another Story."
Percy had trouble grasping this. "So… like?"

"Well, we're pretty sure we got the Original Rick Riordan Tyson!" She burst out, excited.

The son of Poseidon scratched his head, thought about it, before asking: "Like, the real one?"

"As real as they get!" She replied happily.

"Where did he come from?" Percy asked.

"We have no idea!" She told him, as if this was some big treat. "But we're pretty sure he came from the forest."

"Can't you just ask him to tell you where he came from?"

"We would, but he's a bit… well, retarded."

"Ah, of course," Percy agreed, more to say something than anything else.

They approached the Athena cabin, where Annabeth told him to wait while she got Tyson. Percy looked around the camp at all the extras they had hired and figured the budget must be going up.

Annabeth came out of the cabin, holding something on her arm…

"CYCLOPS!" Percy cried in surprise and shock. He drew Retard and pulled Annabeth away. "Annabeth, you have a monster behind you!" He pointed with his sword. "But I'll deal with it, never fear." He swung Retard. The sword passed straight through the monster and got stuck in the cabin's wall.

"Percy!" Annabeth scolded. "This is Tyson. Yes he's a Cyclops, but he's harmless. Didn't you read the books?"

Percy was trying to tug his sword out of the wall and didn't appreciate being spoken down to.

"Quiet, woman," he panted. "You have but a weak heart of a female, but you can close your eyes when I take this monster out."

"When you get your sword out," Annabeth muttered. "Percy, stop being a dick."

Percy glanced at her, saw the expression on her face. "Oh, sorry. Guess I won't be needing this anymore," he said, tugging Retard out and throwing it behind himself. The sword arched through the air and impaled a satyr. No-one cared.

Annabeth looked at Tyson. "Tyson, this is Percy. You're going to be living in his cabin with him."

Percy started. "Wait a second-"

"Friend!" Tyson cried, wrapping his arms around Percy and lifting him off the ground. Percy groaned as he felt his spine being crushed.

"Now, I know you have your brother, Tyson living with you, so we're renaming Book Tyson, Book Tyson."

"Snappy, love it," Percy whimpered. "Save me?"

Annabeth clicked her fingers and Book Tyson let Percy. He hit the ground hard and only got to his feet with difficulty.

"Annabeth," he croaked. "Mind having a private word?"

"Sure," she agreed perkily. She turned to Book Tyson and brought his eyes down so he was staring at her. "Stay here, don't move."

"No movies!" Book Tyson agreed.

Annabeth moved away with Percy and smiled at him. "What'd you want to talk about?"

"This is bloody sudden," he cried. "You forgot to mention I was sharing my fucking cabin with him."

Annabeth rolled her eyes. "Don't get so worked up."

"You said you were looking after him! Not me!"

"Don't worry, I'll be in your cabin plenty of times to look after him. I might have to stay over."

"It's a good idea," Percy changed tack at the speed of sound.

"Got plenty of empty beds in your cabin, right?" Annabeth asked casually.

"Nope," Percy replied promptly. "Terrible accident with a fire; burnt all the beds beside three of them."

"All twenty?"

"Yep. Terrible, but they'll be enough for myself, Tyson and Book Tyson." He pretended to notice a problem. "Ah, but what about you? Well," he put on a show of thinking about it, "the beds are rather large. We could share."

"Is Tyson coming down then?" Annabeth inquired.

"Absolutely," Percy said firmly. "Excuse me for a moment?"

He left Annabeth with Book Tyson, pulling out his phone. He started to dial Tyson's number, but suddenly, a hand grasped his wrist. He jerked around to see Chiron sitting there in his chair.

"You're back, eh? We don't allow phone calls."

"Get off me, you stupid old horse," Percy yanked his hand away viciously.

"Vhat did you call me?" Chiron asked, suddenly rising from his chair into full centaur form, pulling a sword from his waist.

Percy gulped, stepping backwards. "Erm, I'm sorry, but I want to call my brother."

"Why?"

"So I can get him down here so he can help me get into Annabeth's pants-, I mean, good books. I need him to help me burn most of the beds in the Poseidon cabin."

"Why would you do such a thing?" Chiron asked angrily.

"Because Annabeth wants to dump that retarded Tyson from the books in my cabin, and she said she'd stay over. If I get rid of all the beds then she has to share my bed with me!" Percy sighed angrily. "Happy?"

"Percabeth!" Chiron cried happily. "Sure it endangers the whole camp, but make your phone call. I'll stop anyone from disturbing you."

True to his word, he gripped his sword and looked around, waving the blade at anyone who looked at them too long.

"Hey, Tyson," Percy started once he'd gotten through. "Want to come down to camp?"

He could almost see Tyson's scorn. "Why the hell would I want to do that? Dad said I didn't have to go and I nearly died last time, unless you forgot."

"Well, I remember that I took your place," Percy snapped.

"Why'd you even want me down there, Wanklord."

"Look, I have a plan to get Annabeth, but I need help with burning all the beds in the Poseidon cabin." He correctly interpreted Tyson's silence. "Don't ask. Just tell me... are you in?"

He heard Tyson sigh. "Percy, I think you've lost your fucking mind, but… I guess I could use some screentime after being cut from Season 3. I'll get there soon."

"Thanks," Percy told him gratefully. "This means a lot to me."

"Yeah," Tyson hung up.

Percy turned to Chiron. "All done."

Chiron scratched his beard. "Don't look now, Percy, but she's coming."

Annabeth walked up, a little miffed. "What took you so long, Percy?"

Percy shrugged. "Err, stuff."

She raised her eyebrows. "Okay, just you took a while." She turned to Chiron. "Hey… talking to Percy?"

Chiron started sweating. "Err, well, just asking to get some more screentime for this season. Season 3 was a blow out for me. See ya," he added quickly, before galloping off.

Annabeth looked after him suspiciously. "Yeah… well." She stared at Percy. "You look shifty. What have you been doing?"

Percy wiped the expression off his face and shrugged. "Stuufff (in a Walking Dead Rick voice)."

"Yeah?"

"And thangs."

She nodded, but decided to drop it. "Come on," she told him. "Got some stuff to show you. You won't have met Quintus yet, and we'll drop in on Grover after."

She led him across the camp, and Percy breathed in the fresh air. The camp looked green and healthy, the lake sparkling as the made their way around and towards the sword arena. Annabeth suddenly realised she'd forgotten Tyson and told Percy to go meet Quintus himself as she ran back to fetch Book Tyson.

Percy strolled in and stopped in his tracks. Right in front of him was a big ugly Hellhound.

The son of Poseidon ripped out Retard and shouted:

"HEY!"

The Hellhound turned around, baring its teeth. Percy tapped Retard against his leg, moving into a crouched position.

"You want to dance, you stupid ugly brute?" Percy dashed forward and poked the monster with his sword, driving her back.

She tried to swipe at him with her paw, but Percy swung Retard in a wild arch, forcing the beast back into a cage. The demigod swung his sword through the pole holding the cage door up. The barrier fell between them, locking the Hellhound inside.

Percy smiled at the monster and bowed mockingly. He could see the brute despised him now, but that was okay; maybe Chiron would allow him to execute it in front of everyone.

"Ah!" A voice called. "I see you've met Mrs O Leary!"

Percy turned around, raising his sword as a man approached him, running a hand through his short grey hair.

"Is that what you call the beast?" Percy asked.

The man ignored this and extended a hand. "Quintus. I'm the new sword master."

Percy shook it and stared at him. "Not that I need one," he said arrogantly.

Quintus raised an eyebrow. "Think you're a big man, huh?"

"I know it."

The sword master drew his sword slowly. "How about a little friendly duel then?"

Percy nodded slowly, before attacking suddenly. He thrust for Quintus chest, but the sword master moved slightly, the flat of the blade touching his chest. In the same move, Quintus grabbed Percy's shirt and pulled him forward, slapping his sword on the demigod's backside.

Percy scrambled away, embarrassed. Gritting his teeth, he swung inside with his sword, at the sword master's head, but Quintus ducked under it and gave Percy such a wedgie that he flipped right over onto his back.

As if on cue, Annabeth came skipping in, followed by Book Tyson.

"You fall overs!" Book Tyson stated obviously.

Annabeth gave Quintus a look. "Did he give you smack?"

"Yep," he replied, leaning on his sword.

Percy pulled himself to his feet quickly. "Hey, I-"

"He's been doing that all day," she sighed.

"I'll take the lessons," Percy said quickly to Quintus, trying to save the little pride he had left.

"Great!" The sword master threw an arm around him. "Now, you see Mrs O Leary here?"

"Yeah?" Percy confirmed suspiciously.

"Well, I have a lot of classes to take, so I was wondering if you could look after her?"

Percy blanched. "Whoa, no, I don't think we get along-"

"Nonsense," he smiled. "She loves you!"

They both looked at Mrs O Leary, who was wagging her tail, but once Quintus had looked away, she bared her teeth at Percy. He could almost see her saying 'Round 2, punk'.

Quintus pushed a cold whistle into his hand. "Blow this and Mrs O Leary will come running, if you should ever find your self in danger. It's crafted from the River Styx, so it's very fragile."

Percy accepted the whistle and looked at the Hellhound. Her look told him that 'rescue' was never happening.

"Hey, Quintus, where'd you get all this stuff?"

The sword master laughed. "Would you believe me if I told you I was the great inventor Daedalus, and I've lived this long because I've put my soul into Automated bodies I created and I'm here to scout out your camp so I can choose a side because Kronos is building in power and even though I may act for selfish purposes to begin with, I'll redeem myself by saving you all from certain destruction?"

Percy stared at him. "Err, no. Is that even in the script?"

"If you don't mind spoilers, read episode 10. Gonna be big."

Annabeth came skipping up to tell him that he had to look after Tyson.

"Great," Percy muttered.

"Come on," she urged. "Let's go see Grover."

They made their way out of the arena, but Percy, glancing back, saw Mrs O Leary licking her lips as she watched him go.

They made their way down into the forest, Annabeth leading Percy on an unfamiliar path, over tree roots and steams until they came to a little grove. Travis was there and so was Chiron, but their attention was focused on the four satyrs present. Three were sitting in wooden thrones like bosses, which would have been cooler if they shed about forty pounds.

Grover was standing like a petulant child, clearly not listening.

"So that's why we condemn you to waste your life searching for Pan," one of the fat guys finished.

Grover's head jerked up. "Wait… what? But, that's-"

"A complete waste of your time because no-one cares about such a figure who is obviously dead, or faking?" One of the fat satyrs finished.

"Well, yeah," Grover agreed. He glanced at Percy as he walked in with Book Tyson and Annabeth. A grin lit up his face.

"Hey, it's my boy, Percy! How's it going, Percy?"

"Pretty good," he replied.

Grover turned his back on the satyrs and walked up to him. Annabeth was looking between them happily, ignoring Book Tyson as he went off to annoy other people.

"Isn't this nice?" Annabeth smiled.

Percy looked at her. "What?" he asked, with a half smile.

"Us, the three of us, all together in one scene; just like old times. Because, you know, they really have forgotten to put us together. Almost as bad as the whole Nate, Elena, Sully, Uncharted Trio which are never together."

Grover nodded. "We'll make sure we stick together for this whole season, proper style."

Percy nodded. "Absolutly.

"Well," Annabeth shrugged. "I have to go now. But you guys are great." She looked at Percy. "BTW, thanks Percy for everything. You're my best friend."

Time stopped. Friendfriendfriendfriendfriendfriendfriend… Best Friend…

Percy stood stock still as Annabeth skipped off, 'friend' still ringing in his ears.

Grover put a hand on his shoulder, looking extremely serious. "I'm so sorry, Percy."

"I… friend… I've been-"

"You've been friendzoned," Grover finished.

Percy looked stunned. "What… what do we do?"

The satyr cocked his head. "Y'know, I thin k it's time we call up the God of Friendzones."

I'm looking forward to the next chapter. I've been sitting on this since Season2! Anyway, sorry in advance if you had to fight through typos and misspellings, but my usual editor is away and I really wanted to get this out. You guys have waited enough. Please review and sorry this took you so long.