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This one is for zantarak, Piper admiring Lou! Hope it's alright!

"Pay attention, Piper, or I'm gonna lop ya head off."

"That'd be nice, I've a migraine in the shape of Drew."

"Unsurprisin'." Louisa muttered. She tapped the flat of her blade on Piper's shoulder, offering a smile. "Come on then, let's see what ya've got." Piper lifted her sword, something borrowed from the weapons rack. It wasn't perfectly balanced in her hand, but it was the best she could find, a little longer than Louisa's, purely celestial bronze with a worn, leather grip.

Piper already knew a few moves, courtesy of Jason and Annabeth, some of the other campers. Louisa tested her knowledge with a series of simple jabs and swipes, not attacking with the speed or ferocity Piper had seen her use against others- more experienced others.

Not that she minded. As much as the Drew-migraine bothered her, she wasn't really looking to have her head removed today. She parried one of Louisa's strikes, throwing out one of her own. Louisa swung and the next thing Piper knew, her sword lay in the dirt thirty feet away.

"How did you do that?"

"Need ta work on ya speed, Pipes. Focus on what I'm doin', on what you're doin'. Ain't gonna get far if ya mind's elsewhere."

"That's… almost ironic in a way, considering your attention span is as short as Leo's." Piper hummed dubiously, wrinkling her nose. Louisa simply smiled, readying her blade again. Piper was quick to collect hers, making herself concentrate on each move Louisa made, how she shifted her weight for balance, the steps she took, the movement in her arms.

Their main goal was to teach Piper how to defend herself. So far, she had been disarmed and declared dead fourteen times.

Her sword disappeared from her grip. Fifteen.

"Dead." Louisa smirked.

Fifteen times.

Piper retrieved her weapon once more, sighing. Her arm and shoulder were beginning to smart. "Don't stress it, Pipes, it's only ya first lesson."

"I know, but still… dying fifteen times is not fun."

"It ain't." Louisa agreed. "Ah, come on, you can do this. Pretend I'm Drew. Let's say ya wanna stab me in the face. But I keep stoppin' ya. What're ya gonna do about it?"

"Stab harder?"

"It's worth a try." Louisa grinned. Piper frowned, mentally cursing. "Where's that Beauty Queen fire I heard about? Let me see it. Stab my face."

"I hope you don't mean actually stab your face."

"Eh, I ain't that fussed." Louisa shrugged a shoulder. Piper blinked at her, lowering her sword a little.

"Are… are you OK?" In response, Louisa disarmed her. Again.

"I'm great. You're dead."

"Argh, stop doing that!" Piper felt the charmspeak flow into her words. Louisa squinted, pouting. She lowered her sword slightly.

"Pipes, we've been over this-"

"Yes, yes, I know. You're too stubborn for my charmspeak, that's just… insensitive."

"Bold of you ta assume I care." Louisa stuck her tongue out, eyes glittering cheekily. Piper huffed, hands shooting out to squish Louisa's face between them. Louisa could only squeak in response, eyes narrowing suspiciously. She blew a raspberry.

"No, stop it." Piper instructed. Louisa jabbed Piper in the ribs, effectively freeing herself. She rubbed at her face, grimacing.

"Leave me face alone, weirdo. Oh, hey! Sparky! Tell ya girlfriend ta stop grabbin' me face!"

"To what?" Jason laughed uncertainly. Piper threw her hands up. "Oh, not this again." Jason shook his head. "You," he aimed a finger in Louisa's face, "stop it."

"Stop what?"

"Whatever you do to Piper, stop it. Now." Louisa looked at him blankly. Jason sighed. "It'll be easier just to show you." He summoned his sword, tapping the flat of it on Louisa's head.

"I don't know what ya on about, but I ain't gonna turn down kickin' ya ass, Jay."

Piper moved back somewhat, sitting on the ground with a huff. They were already sparring, with the return of Louisa's usual ferocity. How they did not repeatedly skewer or decapitate or dismember the other, she wasn't sure- she was watching how they moved, but by the time she processed one particular skill, she had missed several more.

Louisa stabbed at Jason's head, he dodged and aimed at her leg. She twisted out the way, slamming the butt of her sword into his shoulder, staggering him. She spun the blade in her hand, ready to bring it down. Jason spun and deflected, a harsh scraping as their swords dragged along each other. Piper winced at the noise, momentarily distracted from staring at Louisa's shoulders. Stab, parry, stab again. Louisa ducked, dropping into a backward roll. Jason was a step behind, stabbing downwards at the dirt where she had been. Piper leaned to one side, taking this angle to appreciate her fine specimen of a boyfriend.

Louisa bounced to her feet, grinning wickedly. "I didn't realise I was fightin' Old Man Jason," she teased, "pick up the pace, gramps."

"Why am I nice to you?"

"'Cos ya love me." Louisa shrugged. Jason lunged. She whisked out of range, smacking the flat of her weapon on the back of his leg. "Is it ya hip? Ya need ya back pillow? Dementia settin' in?" Jason swung backwards. Louisa ducked, rolling between his legs. She landed on her forearms, kicking back into his stomach. Jason landed on the floor, winded, his sword slipping from his grip. Louisa laughed, cartwheeling into standing. She swung her arms, kicking out her legs, bored. "Ain't as much fun beatin' up geriatrics, Jay, get up."

"Why…" He wheezed, "would you… fight… old people… anyway?"

"I know at least three old people I'd happily deck."

"Just three?"

"Well, not unless ya include, like, all the gods. 'Cept Hestia, she's my buddy. She don't give me stress." She embedded her sword in the sand, stretching while Jason caught his breath. She had her back to Piper, warming up her legs first, then her arms, rolling her shoulders. Piper sharply tapped her hands on her cheeks. Jason, Jason is your boyfriend, stop it.

Buuuuut… she couldn't help but stare a little- a lot. Yes, she was surrounded by highly trained demigods and yes, Jason- fine-ass, sweet and kind Jason- was her boyfriend, but there was an air about Louisa that caught Piper's attention each time. It especially didn't help that Louisa wore a camp tank top, leather-bronze greaves on her lower arms and shorts. The girl was just a walking embodiment of power and Piper's weakness for fantastically sculpted muscles.

When Louisa smirked at Jason over her shoulder, Piper shifted, face warming, mumbling swears. Curly dark hair pulled back in a high ponytail, sea green eyes that gleamed with mischief and a lopsided smile. Piper didn't think it was very fair- beauty and brawn.

Jason left his sword on the floor, rising and clenching his fists. "Aww, ya makin' it interestin'!" Louisa cackled. "A'ight, Grace, come at me, bro."

Jason did his best. But no matter how hard he trained, be it against her or anyone else, she always one-upped him some way. She kept pushing him, darting around him, aiming for his gut, his ribs, his limbs, cracking him across the jaw. Jason caught her in the shoulder, hooked his foot behind her leg and tripped her up. She simply vaulted, rolling and landing on her feet, bouncing, and then pounced. Shoulder-slamming him, spilling them to the floor.

Jason's cheek squished into dirt and he sighed, hands pinned behind his back. "I win." She smirked.

"Yes, you do." He grumbled. "Now, wave to Piper."

"Why?"

"Just do it." He felt one of Louisa's hands disappear.

"She's a bit pink, cuz."

"Yeah." Jason tried to get his arm free. "You still don't get it, do you?"

"No." He sighed, squirming to escape. She held fast. "Pipes, she's rather clueless, help me out here!"

"No!" Piper protested. "You have no right!" She waggled an accusatory finger at Louisa and then hid her face in her hands. An idea clicked in Jason's head.

"Lou?"

"Yeah?"

"You know how you like to stare at Reyna's ass? And don't even deny it, you're not discreet in the slightest."

"Who said I was meant ta be discreet?" Jason shook his head, leaning his forehead on the floor and taking five. Louisa pulled on his arm. "What is it, Grace?"

"What Reyna does to you, you do to Piper."

"Oooooh, why didn't ya just say that?"

"Because it was obvious."

"Not ta me."

"I know that now."

"Hey, guess what."

"What?"

"I'm gonna steal ya girlfriend."

"I'll tell Reyna."

"Nah, dude, she's gonna help me." Louisa cackled, pushing on his shoulders to spring to her feet and shoving him back down. "Piiiiipeeerrr," she sang cheerily, "let's go for a walk!"

"Jason, save me!"

"No way out of it!"

"Lou, don't- oh, for the love of- I did not sign up this." Jason sighed, pushing himself up. Piper called for him again, but she was showing very little resistant to Louisa dragging her out. "Lou, she's my girlfriend!"

"Not for much longer!"

"Lou!"