Oh my gods. Di immortales.

In the last chapter, I was too busy checking for obvious mistakes in my writing that I completely didn't notice the fact that I spelled Malcolm's name wrong. Like the automatic correct just keep changing it to Malcom without me noticing and now I can't change it and it's bugging me.

Please, let's just forget my failure. *gets down on knees and beg for apology *

Also- LATE CHRISTMAS PRESENT: I present you with a chapter!!!!

Sunlight filtered through the wide windows of the infirmary, momentarily blinding me. I cursed the entire Apollo cabin, whatever about the exuberant vitamin D being good for your health is bullshit. The only thing it gave me is premature retina detachment.

"It can curse, it's alive!" Jennifer crowed gleefully. Immediately the faces of my friends and family crowded my view, peering down at me like some new exhibit in the zoo.

You know how people say they started to look at a person from a whole different perspective? That's what I was going through right now, except I normally would not gaze up their noses voluntarily.

"Hey! Your nostrils are unclogged!" I exclaimed and pointed at Malcolm, grinning widely.

"Brain damage?" The son of Athena asked.

"Normally I'd say yes, except she kind of is like this before." Jennifer shrugged.

"I thought you were supposed to be nice to patients."

She ignored me and began reading aloud from her clipboard. "Full name: Reagan Andromeda Black. Age: 16. Birth date: unclear. Symptoms: concussion. Causation: a suicidal attempt by entering the forest at night and falling on a rock-WHAT WERE YOU DOING IN THERE?!" She yelled and I scampered back until my back was against the wall. Jennifer could be scary when she wanted to. "So I get it, your team lost and it's all your fault." She said smugly before becoming serious again. "BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU ARE GOING TO KILL YOURSELF, YOU STILL OWE ME TWENTY BUCKS."

Here I was, naively thinking she already forgot about that.

"Listen. I didn't try to kill myself. There was this deranged owl and the ground started mocking me, which was really rude by the way, and then the drumming in my head started and my hand hurt, AND OH GOD MY HAND IT'S..." I clenched my hand and brought it up to my face for a further examination, suddenly remembering the pain last night. "Gone... B-but, that's impossible. How?" It was spotless, no blood no scar, even nectar didn't heal things so well.

"I'll add hallucinations and mental disorder to her symptoms." However as Jennifer scribbled something down, a different emotion shone in her eyes.

"I'M NOT HALLUCINATING! IT'S REAL!"

"And bipolar disorder."

"I...It's real, I swear on the River Styx!" Thunder rumbled in the distance. "See? I'm still alive." I pointed to myself. They all raised an eyebrow and looked at me disbelievingly. Then an amazing idea occurred to me. "Oh c'mon! Go get Annabeth! She'll know what to do."

"Reagan, they left this morning." Lily informed me sadly. If there is one thing worse then pity it's pity from someone four years younger then you are.

"We were there." Louis nodded. I had completely forgotten about their departure.

"And..." Both Jennifer and Malcolm looked uncomfortable as they shifted on their feet. "You know camp traditions...Pfffft, those old fashioned things..." Jennifer trailed off waving her hand.

"Out of date..." Malcolm added.

"Totally not fair..."

"Completely unreasonable..."

"WHAT ARE YOU GUYS TRYING TO SAY! JUST GET TO THE GODDAMED POINT!" I hated when people trying to keep things away from me. It's frustrating and annoying and useless as Hades.

"Fine, Miss Grumpyhead. We tried to make it easy for you, don't blame us for not trying but..." Jennifer took a deep breath, her words came out in a jumble. "DrewisthenewappointedheadcoubselorinPiper'sabsence."

"WHAT?"

"You heard me. According to camp rules you must be present to be appointed as counselor. Piper really wanted to pick you, really! But you weren't there, it was only afterwards did they realize you never returned to your cabin last night."

I buried my head behind my knees and rocked back and forth. The freedom I had acquired was ripped out of my hands so soon again. I loathed Drew, not just because she's a bitch but she became she actually bullied me. She burned my clothes, cut off my hair once, blamed me for things I never did, gave me the worse chores, and spread all sorts of rumors. Hogwarts was not just school, it was an escape. Plus I didn't even get to try out the newly revised pranking products.

"Why don't we give her some space." I heard the shuffle of footsteps as everyone exited the infirmary and the sound of the curtain that divide my bed from the rest of the room drawing shut. The side of the mattress sank down from the weight of someone sitting down.

"Hey, you okay?" Malcolm asked. I didn't answer because I was too busy focusing on my hand. In the place where the pain had flared last night, a light grey-ish color had formed. Either that means my eyes aren't working, I'm being severely poisoned, or it's a sign.

A sign that I wasn't hallucinating last night.

"I get it's hard. You fell on that rock pretty hard, there was a lot of blood, you owe me a clean shirt by the way, and you have a possible concussion. It's okay, that kind of stuff happens to demigods all the time-"

My head snapped up. "If that kind of stuff is 'normal for half bloods', then why don't you believe me?" I asked irritatedly.

Malcolm raised an eyebrow. Dealing with girls might not be his forte, but analyzing and solving problems? Sure. "Well first of all, the description doesn't match any monster cataloged in myth or otherwise. Second, it happened when you're awake, which means it's not a prediction, warning, or a twisted symbolism like dreams. Third, if it's a monster, you wouldn't leave unscathed, save for where you fell on that rock."

"That's...kind of smart." I admitted reluctantly.

"Will had to go tend Paolo. He got his arm torn off again. He recommended taking it easy today, drink lots of fluids, don't go bust through any public monuments and get arrested, don't-" Malcolm started to say, ticking each off his fingers. I noticed bandages wrapped around his palms, it wasn't unusual. The hilt of the sword often left marks after long hours of training with it. And then there were demigods who purposely bandaged their hands for better grips on weapons or to stop joints and small bones fracturing from fistfights.

"Hey do you have any gloves?" I interrupted. The grey-ish color deepened slightly and I could make out the barest trace of words on it. If they didn't believe me, why should I show it to them? An stubborn part of me argued. The I-told-you-so part of me told me if I showed it to them they might believe me. The international conflict warred inside me, and finally a gut feeling told me to conceal it.

Malcolm's eyebrows shot up. "Uh, yeah sure. My grandma made me a pair last year." I was grateful he didn't ask why.

I climbed out of bed, stood there clutching the bed frame for a couple seconds to blink the spots out of my eyes. "I'm fine. Lead the way." I beckoned drastically.

"Nice knickers." I commented as I watch Malcolm dig through his footlocker for the gloves. A couple of his younger siblings gave me weird looks.

"Shut it." He glared at me. I wasn't being sarcastic, it was pretty nice- red briefs with choo choo trains on it. I should get a matching set next time. "Aha! Here you go." He tossed me a pair of knitted green gloves with little crochet patterns over it.

"No trains?" I was disappointed.

Malcolm shoved me in the arm.

Teddy's POV

"Holy moly." I whispered as I narrowly duck a column pouring lava. Reagan's news was unfortunate, but it didn't get us out of camp activities. The other Marauders thought it was awesome, or they did until they went down. The infirmary is going to be quite busy today.

Vicky was ahead of me, gracefully scaling the rock wall like a gazelle. She gasped as one of her foothold disappeared, the rocks were unpredictable- clashing, and changing. It even deposited you if stay in one place for too long. I put on hand on her waist to steady her. Her silvery blonde hair was tied up in a messy ponytail, with strands framing her face. She looked amazing in an orange camp shirt and jeans.

"Thanks." She flashed me a smile. A light blush dotted her face and mine was probably a blotchy red mess. The moment was perfect, the sunlight catching on her hair beautifully.

And then a sharp wolf whistle cut through the silence. "OH MY GODS IT'S HAPPENING! TEDOIRE FOREVAAAAAAAAAH!"

I looked down and saw Reagan just sitting there chilling. She clapped her oddly gloved hand together excitedly as she fangirled loudly. I immediately extracted my hand from Victoire's waist.

"GO TO HELL!" I hollered down at her but it just made her grin bigger.

"We should get climbing before the wall throws us off." Victoire coughed awkwardly and suggested.

"Yeah."

Victoire's POV

"You just couldn't control yourself, could you?" I asked her as we rowed our canoe across the creatively named canoe lake. Girls with floating brown hair and murky green eyes waved up at me from the water, making me jump and nearly capsize the canoe.

"Excuse me for being excited." Reagan put on hand over her chest like she was deeply offended. "Playing wingman, woman whatever, for five years isn't easy!"

I blushed. "You volunteered! I never ask you to do that! All I said was 'Teddy looks nice in that sweater' and you made it your life mission to get us together!"

Reagan laughed. "Honestly you two are really cute together. And as a child of Aphrodite, I could easily tell you two likes each other so maybe you two should cut through that awkward tension and start snogging."

I shoved her. "Oh shut up."

"Hey!" Reagan looked mildly surprised. "That's the third time someone said that to me today and I've only been conscious for three hours!"

Still Vicky POV

"Aw man these ribs are good." Scorpius exclaimed. He was the only one that fitted right in with the campers, even sleeping in the Athena cabin. The rest of us were slowly adjusting to their slightly barbaric lifestyle, though I admit Camp Half Blood was definitely interesting.

Rose and Molly had spent their entire morning in the arts and craft center and was showing the rest of the gang the pottery owl they made. "It's Chestnut, see?" Rose and Hugo had gotten a screech owl from Uncle Ron for Christmas. As interesting as the owl was, it was loud and often made it impossible to sleep at night.

Reagan frowned at her plate dejectedly. "I don't like owls." Her bad mood was partially because Chiron told her to go back to her own table to eat (she pretended she was temporarily deaf) and because the gloves were making her silverware slip out of her hands every so often. I asked her about it and she just struck a pose and said it's the newest style.

"Hey! Remember that time dad and Grandpa Arthur was tinkering with a muggle ceramic making kit and ended up getting mud all over mom's kitchen?" Dominique piped up. What started out as a mentioning of owls lead to reminiscing over old times. As much as they loved camp, we all missed our home in England.

"She was so mad." Lucy said, shaking her head fondly at the old times.

"Dad slept on the couch for a week." Louis laughed. Mom shot him a warning look, rendering the table in giggles.

"Merlin!" Aunt Angelina suddenly gasped and slammed a fist into the palm of her other hand. "We completely forgot to inform the others on our whereabouts!"

The adults immediately started to get up and whisper about ways of communication. They asked Chiron for advice and they spoke in hushed tones and soon members of the Hecate cabin joined. I didn't get what they needed to talk about, they just needed to step outside the border to send a quick patronus.

"They don't trust us." Rose whispered to us.

"How do you know?" Hugo asked, scratching his head.

"I read lip."

"How can they not trust us? We didn't do anything to them? Just because we're slightly different doesn't mean we're going to secretly murder them in their sleep! Can we even kill them in their sleep?" Fred threw his hands up angrily. I pushed my plate away from me, my appetite suddenly disappeared.

"It's a lot more compli-" Reagan started. Her gloved hands clenched around her silverware and a sudden murderous look crossed her face. Just for a second, and then it's gone, replaced by an overly cheerful smile. If I didn't know her as well as I do, I would have no idea it was fake. "They all have trust issues, hm? Now hurry along, it's time for the bonfire. You wouldn't want to miss that, they have really good s'mores."

The bonfire was amazing, campers sat next to their friends, laughing and singing to their traditional camp songs. Row Row Row Your Trireme, The Wheels on the Chariot... The bonfire began to grow bigger and brighter, changing colors as the crowd became more and more alive. S'more were passed around, marshmallows roasted until it golden on the outside and gooey on the inside, melting chocolate compete with crispy graham crackers.

"...crawled up the water sprout

Down came my knife and slashed the spider out

Out came the sun and dried up all the rain

But the itsy bitsy spider was never seen again."

By the time the Athena cabin finished their version of Itsy Bitsy Spider, the tension had completely disappeared from my family. Aside from the crease in between Teddy's eyebrow the rest of family seemed like they completely forgot about what happened during dinner.

Reagan had a forced smile on her face but seemed extremely distracted about something. Halfway through a song a girl in the third row started shrieking. Loud high pitched, screams pierced the night. The color of the campfire changed to a dark blue as the happy mood earlier diminished. Campers crowded along tensely, fingering their weapons, wondering what the noise was about.

"I AM GOING TO KILL YOU, BLACK!" The girl screamed as she climbed up the steps of the stands, heading towards a dumbstruck Reagan. "LOOK. AT. WHAT. YOU. DID. TO. ME." She punctured each word by jabbing her index finger wildly in the air, her heeled foot stamping down on the stone stairs.

The girl was about seventeen and had on a cropped camp t-shirt and short denim jeans. Her make up and hair looked perfect, and while her face was purple with anger, she still looked gorgeous. Well...except for her skin which were blue. Smurf blue (Aunt Hermione kept a collection of classic muggle films).

"You little prick." She snarled. Reagan smiled, the real kind, for the first time today.

"Well hello there, Drew. I must say you look absotively posilutely lovely today." Reagan mimicked tipping a hat. The Stoll brothers we met yesterday were standing on the sidelines with the Marauders. I caught one of the Stolls eyes and he winked at me before holding out a hand. Slowly he ticked off his fingers one by one.

I realized with a start that he was counting down.

When his hand clenched into a fist and reached zero, a loud farting sound emitted from Drew's...well you know where. They campers erupted with laughter until a putrid smell wafted over, making them cringe backwards holding their noses. It smelled like a dumpster mixed with the world's largest sewage facility with a hint of Louis' unclean boxers.

It was a smell I, unfortunately, knew very well from the time I spend time in Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. The re-modified, ultra strong dungbombs.

"My, my." Reagan tutted, fanning her face airily. "What did you have for dinner, hon? Beans? Onions? Perhaps too much lettuce?"

"I. Will. Kill. You." Drew screeched, her face now a even darker shade of purple. If her skin wasn't blue, I guarantee it would be bright red out of embarrassment and anger.

"I got that the first time, thanks." Reagan grinned cockily. I could practically see steam coming out of this infamous Drew's ears. I wondered briefly why no adults intervened, but the look on Chiron's face told me he really didn't want to get involved in two hormonal teenage girl's argument.

And then Drew snapped, raised her manicured hand and slapped Reagan. Hard.

The crack that sounded when skin came in contact with skin echoed through the now silent amphitheater. The crowd was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, each demigod looking on in anticipation, waiting for the fight to come.

It didn't. Instead Reagan fainted, dropping down on the stone stairs. She laid there limply, unconscious.

Then the crowd went wild.

Half of they left grumbling about the lack of a fight while the mischief makers hooted with applause at how successful their prank was. Drew took a step back, eyes wide, and immediately started shrieking about how this is totally not her fault while Chiron and Mr. D decided on a punishment. The Apollo cabin rushed forward to check on her head injury and see if the conditions worsen while the blonde guy, Will, started yelling about how she was supposed to take it easy and he specifically included at the end of his instructions to not get in a fight with anyone.

Then Malcolm started yelling about how Reagan cut him off before he could finish telling her the instructions and it was completely all her fault. Jennifer was laughing her head off nearby after conversing with her cabin mates. The rest of the Weasley gang had no idea what to do. Albus looked like he wanted to film this for evidence later, Molly looked worried, Lucy asked Scorpius if Reagan was dead. Teddy just shook his head like not again.

I didn't know what to think. I've seen Reagan topple out of the quidditch stands during our first year and remain absolutely calm after falling twenty feet. I've seen her down ten mugs of butterbeer and going to pick a fight with the whomping willow. I've seen Reagan hurl herself off the astronomy tower after McGonagall rejected her offer of a date (the charms Professor casted a cushioning charm, but still). It's not like her to faint after getting slapped.

Besides, even I have more muscles than Drew. That couldn't have hurt that much.

What if her head injury was worse than we feared? I suddenly felt worried.

Teddy and I tagged along as the Apollo cabin carried her out on a stretcher. As soon as we're out of sight, the Apollo cabin deposited Reagan who opened her eyes and grinned widely.

"That. Was. Awesome!" She clapped her hands together. I have no idea whether or not to feel relieved or angry that she had tricked us. "Now tell me, how much trouble did she get into?"

"Will is overly paranoid and I overdid your injury so Chiron's currently deciding between one or two month of stable duty." Jennifer said as she pushed her way through the crowd. "Great work everyone, that was a play well acted. We should celebrate!"

The Apollo cabin cheered.

Jennifer then leaned in and whispered something to Reagan, who's face was quickly replaced with dread and gulped. "Yes sir."

Suddenly Reagan's eyes widened and she fell backwards on her her stretcher, going limp again. The Apollo cabin quieted and quickly picked up said stretcher with terrified looks on their faces. I wonder what that was about until they parted and Mr. D walked through. The group collectively drew in their breath. Mr. D drained his Diet Coke can and tossed it to a nearby saytr. Then he leaned in until his face is inches away from Reagan's, who was using every single bit of her self control to not open her eyes.

Mr. D then smirked and stood straight again, looking Jennifer dead in the eye.

"Not bad." I assumed he was talking about the 'acting' and not because he like to see demigods drop unconscious at randoms.

We all exhaled in relief. The two Apollo campers were so relief they dropped the stretcher. Reagan yowled and bolted upright. "You actually like the performance?" Reagan blinked several times before grinning and finger gunning Mr. D. "Who's my fav Olympian?"

Mr. D scowled in return. "Now go bug off, jeez, children these days. Annoying and loud." He walked off leaving us dumbfounded.

"He's always like that." A voice sounded behind us. Malcolm stood with his hand stuck in his pockets. "I knew it. According to my calculations, the force of the slap and position are impossible to induce syncope, with or without concussion."

"You and Rose should get married and have baby Einsteins." Reagan said, squinting at him and holding out the thumb and index fingers of both of her hands as if seeing how it would look inside a photo frame. "It can come out of your head and everything." Both Rose and the son of Athena blushed to the roots of their head.

And then Reagan slumped backwards, unconscious. One of the Apollo campers held out two fingers and placed it under her jaw, testing for her pulse. "Shit we dropped her too hard, she's really out this time."

"Austin!" Jennifer groaned.

"She's quieter this way."

Nobody's POV

That night, the infirmary was quite full, with James recovering from a burn he received from the climbing wall, Dominique nursing a sprained ankle, Lily with sore bum after she fell off the Pegasi (it wasn't a serious injury but the Hecate cabin was already overflowing), Paolo with his detached arm, a child of nemesis recovering from severe allergies, and Reagan passed out in a bunk.

They were either too exhausted or overloaded on medication that induces drowsiness because none of them stirred when the infirmary door creaked opened. A silent figure nudged its way in and stopped by one of the bunks, removing something from its pockets. Once it was done, the figure left just as quickly as it came in.

Not a lot of action but oh, well. Hope you liked this chappie!!! I tried to look over this but I know there's going to be spelling mistakes. Typing on an iPad is hard. My school's labtop blocked this site so I couldn't use that :(

So how was your Christmas or whatever holiday you celebrated? Hope you had a good time, I certainly had too much cookies and pie. I know, I'm sorry I couldn't give you this on Christmas Day but I got a Wattpad account and is very obsessed even though I still have trouble working that site. Lol, I'm an idiot when it comes to technology. Like I literally swung my arm and my phone flew out of its case and across the room two days ago. Safe to say it's shattered.

Now I'm ranting...

Percabeth x Solangelo out~