AN: Rated M for swearing

"Piper, you sick, demented bitch why would you do this to us" She growled, eyes red-rimmed and hair roughly resembling a bird's nest that made its way through a hurricane. Her hand clutched his, though he wasn't in any better shape.

"'Trust me guys, it'll be fun' you say - like, seriously what the fuck, Piper" Like Annabeth, Percy wasn't joking around anymore. The two of them slowly, but menacingly, dragged their feet towards Piper and her pristine white sofa.

"What are you two doing here," she said as she scooted impossibly further into her couch, "But, um in my defense, I thought the two of you would make a cute ship"

The brown-haired girl sitting on the aforementioned sofa was eating a tub of what looked like cookies n cream ice cream and looked like a deer in headlights: confused by their, somewhat, sudden appearance in her apartment and panicked as hell.

She was cornered, there was nowhere left to run. The only thing that might've helped her escape was the heavy ebony table that was a hand's reach away from her but Piper was pretty sure she had bolted it to the floor sometime before a party of hers last year. So, even if it wasn't fucking bolted to the floor, she probably wouldn't be able to lift it and use it as a weapon.

Her eyes searched the too clean and empty living room searching. Escape. Weapon. Escape. The thoughts seemed to echo into the abyss that was her mind. Until, at last, as if sent as a gift from the gods on their thrones on Olympus - her eyes managed to catch sight of a blow dart.

Yes, a blow dart - exactly the kind one might fire at an aggressive animal to strike them unconscious. She knew how to use one: a perk of her half Cherokee heritage, but the timing had to be right.

Piper was in need of a distraction. Lucky enough for her, that was something she was thankfully amazing at. She focused back at the almost foaming mouths of the two people, who happened to be her best friends, in front of her. They seemed seconds away from resorting to violence - the kind that would include chucking her ice cream and phone out the window. 'Focus, Piper' she told herself, 'and think fast'.

"So, how was the cabin out in Cali? I hear it's really nice this time of year: pretty romantic. " she smirked.

Annabeth looked unimpressed, "Do you really think asking stupid questions will distraction us?"

In the second that Percy had leaned back to give her a look of utter annoyance while Annabeth spoke, she grabbed the blow dart and shot two darts at each of them before checking her watch.

"Two darts each with each having the potential to knock out an adult grizzly" She stopped for a second to fo the math in her head. Unbeknownst to most, Piper wasn't actually an idiot - she was a genius in 'life skills', and blow darts happened to be in her area of expertise. "That should strike them unconscious for about seven and a half hours, giving me enough time to mentally prepare."

The brunette got up and rather than helping her friends to the cozy guest room, she let them be, vowing to bring them there later - instead stretching while grabbing her bucket of ice cream making her way to the kitchen to put it back.

She might have been partially to blame for Percy and Annabeth almost dying (even if it wasn't intentional), but she sure as hell wasn't dealing with it yet. At least until they smelt fresher and didn't look like they would much enjoy wringing their hands around her throat, that is.