I'll do pre-canon, Star Trek (2009), Star Trek Into Darkness, and probably some takes on TOS episodes. This is gonna have a plot, a pretty major one at that, so I think I've committed myself to yet another lengthy project that'll take me forever to finish.

Jocelyn looked curiously at the new boy. He was rather old to be arriving for the first time, she noted, appearing to be about sixteen. Newcomers to Camp Half-Blood were usually twelve, many even younger. It was almost unheard of to arrive much later. Yet here this boy was, staring wide-eyed at the satyrs and other creatures wandering around.

Taking pity on him, she headed over. He probably needed information. The fact that he was kinda cute didn't hurt, she begrudgingly admitted to herself.

"You look a little lost." Jocelyn mentally kicked herself. What kind of garbage line was that?

"I'm jus' not sure what all I'm s'posed'ta do, ma'am," the boy admitted, a thick accent coloring his words. "Mr. Chiron wasn't real clear, but I reckon he's gotta lot ta do."

"I guess." She thought for a moment. "You should probably go to the Hermes cabin, unless you've already been claimed."

"I dunno what that is so I'm guessin' not," he said with a grin, before his expression turned shy. "I don't mean ta be a bother but could you show me the way, ma'am?"

"Sure." Motioning him to follow her, she flashed her most winning smile. "I'm Jocelyn, by the way. What's your name?"

"Leonard, Miss Jocelyn, but you can call me Len."

"Just Jocelyn, please."

"Okay, pleasure ta meet you, Jocelyn."

They walked past an Aphrodite girl, who eyed Len appreciatively. Jocelyn glared at her and the girl stepped back, smirking before winking.

Blushing, Jocelyn hurried Len along. "So, Len, why didn't you come here sooner? Most kids come when they're twelve."

"I didn't wanna."

She stopped walking and stared at him. "You didn't want to?"

"Yeah." He shrugged.

"But what about all the monsters?" Jocelyn protested. "Didn't your parent want you to be safe?"

"My parents kept me safe jus' fine," Len retorted, the accent somehow even thicker. "And whoever my godly father is, le's jus' say my mom didn't wanna have a baby with 'im, so I couldn't care less about 'im."

Jocelyn blinked. "Oh." She glanced around fearfully, almost expecting a god to strike him dead on the spot.

Taking a deep breath, Len visibly calmed himself. "Sorry, Joc'lyn. My father is a sore subject, is all."

"It's okay." A thought occurred to her. "How were you not bothered by the monsters? Once you reach twelve, it's almost impossible to keep them away."

"We're McCoys." he shrugged, nonchalantly. "We held 'em off with shotguns."

Jocelyn choked. "You just shot at them? With projectile weapons?"

"We're southerners. And phasers jus' kinda annoy 'em. My dad pulled a few strings an' got c'lest'al bronze bullets."

"But I thought your mortal parent was your mom, not your dad," she protested.

"Yeah, Mom is mortal and my bi'logical father," he scowled, "is a god, but Dad is Mom's husband. He adopted me."

Jocelyn couldn't help but think of her own stepmother, who'd made it very clear that she wasn't welcome. It was the 23rd century and half-bloods with stable homes were more common than in previous centuries, but they were still in the minority.

Perhaps sensing her mood change, Len began to walk again, heading in the direction she'd been leading him before.

"Which cabin is yours?" he asked, allowing her to step ahead to lead.

"That grey one." She pointed. "Athena."

"She's the goddess of wisdom, right?"

"Wisdom, strategic warfare, architecture, weaving."

"That's so cool! I'd love ta be in that cabin,"

Looking at his smile, Jocelyn hoped he wasn't in her cabin.

"It's okay."

"Okay?! It's awesome! Are you gonna be an architect?"

"Honestly, I don't think I'll be anything. I'll probably stay here."

"Why?"

"It's dangerous out there. For all our advances, monsters still kill the vast majority of half-bloods who try to live in the outside world."

"Well, my family has shotguns. You could come with me ta Gawgia."

Jocelyn's eyes widened. Coughing, Len looked down quickly, his ears and cheeks bright red.

"This is the Hermes cabin," she announced hurriedly. "The cabin counselor will get you situated."

"Thanks." A moment of silence. "Will I see ya later, Joc'lyn?"

She smiled. "Yeah, I'll see you later, Len."

Let me know what you think. This chapter isn't very good but hopefully they'll get better.