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Chapter's going to be short, I'm tired.
No one's POV
After Annabeth went to bed, Percy, unable to sleep, decided to watch TV until he fell asleep.
Ten minutes into some Capitol show Percy was watching, Finnick joined him, kicking his feet up onto a coffee table and popping open a soda.
Percy looked over at Finnick, "What was it like in the are-," He began.
"You're from a different time period, you and Annabeth?" Finnick blurted out bluntly, taking a sip of his soda casually and rolling his eyes at some joke from the show.
Percy choked the air somehow, and stared at Finnick, "How did you-?"
"Because I'm from another one, too."
Percy stared at him in shock, "What?"
"It's a long story, okay? I was a danger to my time period, so they shipped me off here. I'd rather not get into that. I could tell you and Annabeth were different- from your confused glances at each other, uncertain postures, as if you were lost. It was all pretty obvious." It baffled Percy about how calm and casual Finnick was taking this- being from different time periods.
Finnick didn't wait for a response, "I strongly recommend you at least try to act like you know what's going on. President snow- well, let's just say he has the eyes and ears of a hawk. I'll keep your secret, obviously, but you have to make it seen like you two are just sixteen year olds from district four, kapeesh?"
Percy nods dumbly and closes and reopens his eyes, "I'm tired. I'm going to go to bed. Goodnight, Finnick."
"'Night," Finnick said as a dumbfounded Percy walked to his bedroom for the night.
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