Part 3. File 1.

WARNING: AUTOCORRECT WENT A LITTLE CRAZY HERE, SO THERE MAY BE SOME PHRASES THAT DON'T MAKE ANY SENSE.

"Good God, why are you so obsessed with my sister?"

"Do you want me to sew your lips shut?"

"Not before I sew yours."

"That doesn't even make any sense."

"Yes it does."

"Your comeback was as sensible as the director of The Phantom Menace."

"George Lucas is a Goddamn cinema god."

"Not when he made that movie."

"Everything that George Lucas touches or makes is golden."

"Shut up, you two," a purely feminine voice interrupted.

"Annabeth," Percy said curtly.

"Perseus," Annabeth replied, her voice even more curt than his. I opened my eyes then promptly squeezed them shut when light flooded my vision. My whole body felt sore, and every movement ached. My wounds felt like a mixture between a dull and stinging pain together. My mouth tasted stale.

"Why are you here?"

"I said I wanted a break, not your hostility."

"That's not what I—"

"I came to see the great Phoebus Artemis. When I studied her she was quite a legend. But now, in a real life stressful situation, here she is, lying on bed," Annabeth said cynically.

I fisted my blankets in my hand and chewed on my lip to hold myself back from insulting her right back. "You would be too," Percy said softly, "She didn't want to fight a little kid. No one would want to do that."

"Olympians are supposed to be ruthless, aren't they?"

"Um, hello?!" Apollo said, giving Percy no chance to reply to Annabeth's question. "I'm an Olympian! Why are you talking about them like I'm not a part of them?!"

"You are?" Annabeth inquired, sounding quite bored.

"Yes!" Apollo was practically fuming then, his fingers pinching into his palms. "I am!"

"Hm." Annabeth ignored his outburst and approached me. "Hello. My name is Annabeth Chase, rank Goddess."

"My name is Artemis Phoebus, rank Olympian," I said dryly, giving her an equally dry smile to accompany it. I remembered seeing her in camp every once in a while, she'd been there since she was seven years old. She was in Cabin 6, and was one of the smartest ones there at the tender age of twelve. It was only natural she'd be a goddess at 14. But I was a goddess at twelve. I was an Olympian along with my brother at the record age of 15. We definitely earned it and deserved it, however.

There was a slight flare in Annabeth's gray eyes. They were a lot like mine, but hers had no spark in them. Rather, they were clouded by an emotion of some sort, though I was not in the mood, or had the care to analyze which one. "You're still a demigod, aren't you, Percy?" She asked him haughtily, still keeping her eyes set on mine. I stared back, not feeling one instinct to shy away.

"I was going to have my promotional ceremony to be an Olympian, Annabeth. But then…this happened," Percy explained, looking exasperated. If you were considered for becoming an Olympian, you were automatically promoted to a god. "So I'm a god, too."

Annabeth rolled her eyes and smirked at me. I scowled at her. She reminded me too much of myself back when I was an idiot. Turning around to meet Percy's gaze, she replied coolly, "That rule is entirely arbitrary."

Arbitrary? Rules aren't ever arbitrary.

Apollo rolled his eyes. "If you'd kindly leave us alone, Annabeth…"

Annabeth narrowed her eyes and obeyed. As a goddess, she was still below Apollo and needed to follow his orders, no matter what. She left, and Apollo and Percy approached me with grim faces.

"Help her up, Percy." Apollo pulled out new bandages from his medical bag. He also brought his rubbing alcohol. I was really starting to hate alcohol.

"Did you tell the Cabin 6 kids that the medical alcohol can kill the bacteria?" Percy asked, lightly reaching behind me and softly lifting me up so as to not hurt me. I breathed in his intoxicating smell, and wondered why Annabeth would ever want a break from this.

"Naw," Apollo said, scrunching up his nose, opening up his cap, "No way I'd share that crucial piece of information."

"Apollo."

"Yes! I did." He began moving towards me with his cotton ball in hand. I began to back away again like I had the night before. Percy shot me an apologetic look and held my hands like before. Apollo lifted my shirt and brought the cotton ball doused in alcohol onto my skin. I hissed as I squeezed Percy's hand, hard. He didn't even flinch.

"Remind me why this is—ugh—" I grunted when he reached a particularly sensitive part, "necessary." I lifted my head to look up at him, moving my torso with me. Apollo shot me a glare.

"Do you want the possibility of becoming a zombie or getting an infection?" Apollo asked, applying the alcohol to a different cotton ball. My head slammed back against my pillow, and I clutched Percy's hands as hard as I could, as if they were an output for the pain the alcohol was inputting. "I'm sorry we have to apply this so much," he said once I whined from a particularly deep part of my scratch getting scrubbed at not so gently with a cotton ball, "But we don't want to give the bacteria to get a chance to evolve. We need to kill it as we can. It's like antibiotics."

"Why can't you just give me that instead?" I gritted out through clenched teeth.

"We don't have antibiotics."

I snorted. "You're kidding." When I saw that he wasn't, my jaw dropped in shock. "Really? You actually don't have antibiotics here."

"Nope," Apollo proclaimed crisply, and went back about his task of torturing me. I narrowed my eyes and completely relaxed my back onto the mattress. When he was done, Percy released my hands, though not before giving my hands a soft squeeze of reassurance. Slightly confused by the show of affection, my eyebrows knitted together and I sat up sharply, making my abs contract as I brought in a harsh inhale. Percy gave me a look of concern and his hands twitched as if he wanted to help but was hesitant. Apollo rolled his eyes and bandaged my torso tightly. It'd only taken about three minutes. He was the quickest at bandaging that I'd ever seen. "No quick movements," he told me, "Even with your arms and legs. Just don't do it."

I nodded, but began to get out of my bed anyway. My limbs screamed at me not to, but soon enough my foot touched the floor and I was dazed. Apollo rolled his eyes and instructed Percy to get me back in bed. I protested profusely, saying that in such a time of crisis I should be out there, actually doing something. Apollo replied back by telling me I could do that once I had fully recovered. I simply glared at him and told him I wanted to get up anyway.

Apollo sighed and gathered his things, saying, "I give up. Do whatever the hell you want," before leaving.

"Huh," Percy said, frowning, "He never let's the patient get out of bed after the first day of recovery."

"I'm his sister," I replied softly. "He's gotten sick of my antics, I assume."

"Maybe," Percy said, looking right at me. His eye contact with me unnerved me. "But he still cares. I think you should stay in bed at least until you feel better and can stand on your own."

"I can stand on my own!" I protested, but fell weakly against his shoulder as I tried to get up from my position on the bed.

"You were saying?" Percy asked me as he lifted me so I could more comfortably lean on his shoulder because I had lost my balance. My senses were on overload as I leaned against him, my hand clutched his strong broad shoulder and my chest rubbed against his own toned chest. I smelled the sea, and my eyes fluttered closed for a few seconds. "Let's get you back on the bed."

I raised my gaze to his, and gasped slightly at his intense gaze. I gulped and looked away, the intensity of his stare too much to handle. "No," I said weakly, my eyes not on his.

"Artemis…"

"Percy…"

Percy groaned and lifted me up, so carefully I wouldn't feel any pain. Still, I was shocked, and squeaked in surprise. One arm was under my ass and the other supported my shoulder blades. He plopped me down onto the bed, my limbs still outstretched. I growled, and used my hands to push me up so that I wouldn't use my abdomen muscles.

He shook his head and tutted, pushing me back on the bed. "You need at least some rest. I promise I'll let you come out for breakfast if you sleep at least until then."

"What time is it?" I asked weakly.

"Five in the morning."

"Fuck," I whispered, "And Annabeth got up anyway?"

Percy just shrugged simply.

I shook my head and fully lowered my weight on my bed. "Alright," I said, scowling, "I'll sleep."

The last thing I saw before I fell asleep was Percy's content smile.

File 2

"Artemis. Get up," I felt someone shaking my shoulder, and groaned unhappily. Why? I asked whoever was shaking me in my head. I tugged the blankets tighter around me and smiled at the satisfaction it gave my aching muscles.

The person waking me up chuckled. "I guess you don't need to get up and get breakfast, then. Rest some more."

"Wait…" I grumbled hoarsely, and raised my hand to stop them. I was grabbing at the air, obviously, but I wanted to show the person I was awake and aware. "Percy…" I groaned tiredly.

"Yes, Artemis?" Percy sounded amused as he shuffled towards me.

"Help me up," I demanded of him, and he came closer, placing his arm underneath my shoulders and using his other hand to bring down the covers. He lifted my legs as well, and slowly moved me upright. My feet gently hit the floor. Smiling at him gratefully, I looked around his room. There were five other bunkbeds, all were empty and appeared unused. The whole cabin glowed, the walls were covered in seashells and on the ceiling were decorations of hippocampi, a mythological creature from Ancient Greek mythology. There is a small fountain in the corner with a little statue of a fish as a decoration. He must've used that water on me. "Cabin Three is nice," I said. "Is there anyone else here?"

"No," Percy replied, "I've been the only one here since I was twelve."

"Twelve?" I tilted my head to the side in confusion. He was a camper when I was a camper, then. But I didn't ever remember seeing him. Percy must have seen my confusion and gave me a weak smile. He rubbed the back of his neck and he had a blush on his cheeks.

"Yeah…I um…looked up to you…when I was twelve," his eyes couldn't meet my own. "You were…" His eyes looked down at the ground and he cleared his throat. "Anyway, I've got clothes." Percy turned around and handed me a gray tank top much like the one I had worn the night before and dark green cargo pants. I took them and he left the cabin.

I stared at the closed door, wondering what he meant by "he looked up to me." He was in one of the big three cabins, and I'd only been late in my thirteenth year. I was nothing special as a resident of Cabin 8. I put on my new clothes, grimacing as I peeled my old tank top off, and then fastened my work boots. I opened the door, breathing in the fresh air, and walked out. Every step hurt, because I was sore from all of the running, and my abdomen hurt even at a slow walking pace.

"Are you in pain? Do you need any painkillers?" Percy asked me, a look of concern clearly on his face. I shook my head and rubbed my arms. It was cold.

We made our way to the mess hall, in which we went our separate ways. I walked over to the Cabin 8 table, and saw Percy make his way to his table, all alone. I felt uneasy as I made my way to the table.

"Artemis?" I turned around and saw my old friend Phoebe stand up abruptly and throw her arms around me. She kept her arms tight around me, a smile on her face. I hugged her back fondly. When I looked at the table, the only other person I'd recognized was Zoë, the person who'd saved my life. She was staring at me, not one trace of emotion on her face. I smiled in content as I wrapped my arms around Phoebe, my old friend. [I still remember the first thing she had said to me when we met at Camp as two six year olds, "You look like me! You're not trying to copy me, are you?"]

Phoebe pulled apart from me, a smile still on her face. "This is Artemis, my best friend. She's an Olympian," her eyes alighted with pride, "So I expect you guys to listen to her and follow her every command."

"No," Zoë said, jutting her chin up. She looked quite comical, speaking with a certain lilt to her voice that made her sound snobbish, "I am a Titan. I need not follow the orders of an Olympian."

I narrowed my eyes at her, my posture becoming defensive. I had worked hard to achieve the title of Olympian. I was the youngest Olympian, ever. "Excuse me? Perhaps you do not know your place—"

"Artemis," Phoebe hissed, tugging my arm, "You have been gone long. This has been happening for the past few months. The Titans have rebelled. They find themselves just as or more powerful than the Olympians. Many of them refuse to take orders from any Olympian."

"I see," I said, nodding. I looked back at Zoë, a small smile on my face. "Tomorrow, we spar. I win, you will listen to me and follow every single one of my orders without question. You win, which you won't," Zoë glared at me, her brown eyes cold, "I will follow your command. This is highly unlikely to occur. You will be put in your place." My silver eyes pinned her down.

"Challenge accepted," Zoë said confidently. I felt like laughing. She thought because I was wounded my fighting ability would be affected. She was foolish. The campers at Camp Half-Blood were literally trained to keep fighting, no matter what. I was actually going easy on my body by letting it have a day's rest.

Phoebe introduced me to the rest of the girls in Cabin 8. Cabin 8 used to be a generally small cabin, and in the time I had been gone it'd grown considerably. (In the books there are very few known hunters so I'm coming up with a lot of them) Phoebe introduced me to Thalia, a girl with black spiky hair and electric blue eyes. Thalia was actually the cabin's counselor. She was a rank goddess. She gave me a friendly smile and went back to her breakfast. There was Naomi, a girl with jet black hair, Celyn, Jenna, a stout blonde girl with a grin you could see from space, Audrey, an Asian girl with delicate features, Gabriella, and Breanna, a girl with fiery red hair and a bow strapped around her back.

I gave them all a wave and sat down. A young demi-god went up to me and gave me a plate of eggs, sausages, and pancakes. [You could tell she was a demi-god by the color of the beads on her necklace around her neck. The number of beads were years. The color of the beads signified the rank.] I thanked her and dug in. I glanced at Percy, where he was looking longingly at the Cabin 6 table. I followed his gaze and my eyes landed on Annabeth. She was smiling and laughing at a joke one of the Cabin 6 kids had made.

"An Olympian, huh?" Thalia asked, eating some of her eggs. "Were you called back?"

"Huh?" I said. "Called back?"

"Yeah," Thalia said. "They've been calling all of the Olympians back to Camp. Most of them are here already."

I nodded. They probably wanted us to perform a council meeting. I hated those.

"We're just waiting on Ares and Poseidon," Thalia said.

"Figures," I said. Ares rarely showed up at Camp and took forever to get there.

I didn't know what came over me as I asked, "So…is there anyone else in Cabin 3?"

"Hm?" Thalia asked, "Percy's Cabin? No. No one else lives in Cabin 3. No one currently lives in Cabin 1 either. Hera's in Cabin 2. And Percy is Cabin 3's only occupant, at least until Poseidon gets here."

"My father is in Cabin 1," I said.

"Zeus, huh," Thalia said, poking her eggs with her fork. "Thought they called him too. I guess he was here already." [Everyone knew Zeus was my father. It was just a well-known fact.] I nodded. Looking back at Percy, I gave everyone an apologetic smile and excused myself.

"Is there anything I shouldn't do today?" I asked Percy as I approached him with a smile.

"If you weren't a member of Camp Half-Blood, and if you weren't…well, you know, you, I'd tell you not to do anything physical and take another day of rest. But factoring in the two things I just said earlier, it'd be useless for me to tell you to do whatever you want, just take it easy. But…don't do the Lava Wall. Too taxing on the abdominals, you know?" Percy answered me, eyeing his blue scrambled eggs the entire time. When he was done telling me his suggestions, he practically inhaled the whole plate of eggs dyed blue. And then he drank his…was that blue milk?

I nodded in consent. What he had said was true. And then I narrowed my eyes suddenly at him and placed my hands on my hips. "What do you mean if I weren't me?" I tried not to feel offended by his comment.

"You're stubborn," Percy remarked in reply, his mouth full of toast, that was, of course, dyed blue. It made me wonder why the Camp had food coloring in the first place. We were basically a military academy on steroids—well, a light dose of steroids, anyway. A mistake many people made was underestimating the intensity of the training done at Camp Half-Blood. It required much physical prowess. I gave Percy a small glance as I was walking away back to Cabin 8's table. Those years of training definitely did him well.

Thalia was looking at me strangely, her mouth was twisting in a sharp frown and her lightning blue eyes seemed cold. I sat down. "Are there any changes in the usual camping schedule?"

"There has been some changes," Audrey answered, a frown also on her face, "Ever since the Rotter threat happened, we've been receiving medical training in either the second or fifth hour. And the rest of the time we've been training. We run five miles at seven at our top speed and sometimes have races."

"Have the walls been holding well?" I looked around, and realized for the first time that the number of campers had dramatically reduced from when I was there last.

"A lot of campers are on border patrol. Occasionally we get some waves of zombies and they call all of us over to defend camp. We have a few officers spreading the message that Camp is a safe place for any survivors."

"Do you think they…do you think they've found anyone?" I asked tentatively. "They're at least in pairs, right?" Zeus and I were Olympians and even still I had gotten hurt.

"Yeah," Celyn answered for Audrey, giving me an affirmative nod. "They left in pairs. Some of them went to New Jersey but most of them are on Long Island. Some of them are in Manhattan though."

"I didn't see anyone when I was leaving Manhattan. There were a whole bunch of kids at the bridge. When do you think they'll come back?" The Camp needed as many people as they could get.

"When you deem it fit," Thalia said. My eyes knit together in confusion at her statement. Thalia gave me a smile and explained it again. "Mr. D put you in charge of any survival searches."

"I wasn't even here," I sighed, shaking my head. My index finger and thumb pinched the skin between my eyebrows and the rest of my fingers rested on my forehead. "How typical of that grape addict to do. Give someone important responsibilities without their knowledge or consent." I give all of the members of Cabin 8 a look. "I need to have my own group to find survivors. Small groups in New York will be fine, but I need to have a group that will move throughout the country and look. I'll bring it up this Council." I raised an eyebrow. "I believe I will mention you as my companions. Do you think you are up to it?"

The girls all looked to each other, some had smiles on their faces, and some kept a neutral expression. Jenna grinned at me, "Sure! We need a name, something that people will recognize us by."

"Well, obviously," Zoë began haughtily, "the Members of Cabin 8. Simple and easy to memorize."

"That doesn't even have a good ring to it," Thalia said flatly. Zoë shot her a glare.

"The Hunters of Cabin 8!" Jenna said, snapping her fingers.

"Not quite," Audrey said, her eyes narrowed in concentration.

"How about the Hunters of Artemis?" Naomi suggested quietly. My body stiffened at the name. I knew it was the right one.

"Yes!" My eyes lit up. "That's perfect, Naomi, that's a great name."

"She hasn't won the fight yet," Zoë complained, pointing at me. "If I win, it wouldn't be appropriate to have a group named after anyone other than the leader."

"You could just…not go," I shrugged. She growled at me, the brown in her irises sharp.

I got up, pushing myself up with my hands. "I need to speak with someone. Thank you girls." I turned around and walked off, keeping my posture straight. I felt eyes on me, but shrugged it off, assuming it was Zoë. I walked over to the Cabin 1 table where my father sat.

"Dad," I said. He looked up, his eyes tired and sad. They used to look so full of energy. I took in a sharp inhale of breath. "I want to find mom," I continued, "And I want to do something. Give her flowers or…a memorial…something."

"Don't look for her body," Zeus said hoarsely.

I knew I shouldn't, her decomposed body would've had too intense of a smell, but I wanted to know his reason behind what he told me. "Why?"

"She wouldn't want you to see her like that," Zeus said, his eyes lowered down in grief. "But…I don't want you out there. You're my daughter. You need to be out of harm's way."

"I can't be out of harm' way, Dad, I'm an Olympian. I'm supposed to be out there, it's my duty." I gave him a hard gaze, unmoving, stubborn.

"And it's my duty to protect you," Zeus snapped back. He scowled at me. "Who will you go with? By yourself? You need someone to heal you when you're hurt. You need someone to—"

"I'm fine on my own, dad!" I yelled at him. He jumped, and everyone stopper talking and looked at me. I felt one particular stare more than any of the others. When I looked over my shoulder, it was Percy. "Sorry," I mumbled quietly. I placed a hand on my wound, wincing at the gentle contact. "This is proof enough that I am wrong."

"We will talk about this at the Council meeting," Zeus said in a tone that warned me his decision was final. "I will vote against you, I'll let you know. But…if the rest of the Council believes it necessary for you to leave, I cannot stop you."

I nodded curtly and turned around, and walked straight to the Big House. There I saw Mr. D, or Dionysus, as I called him just to piss him off. "Dionysus," I said sternly, my chin raised high, "What did you do? You better not be drunk or I'll kick your intoxicated ass."

Dionysus looked like one of those cartoon characters that had gotten hit in the head—his eyes were droopy and partially closed, all while his mouth hung slightly open. "So what if I," he hiccupped, "So what if I am?"

I rolled my eyes and slapped his arm. "Wake up."

Dionysus jolted and his eyes opened a small bit. "What do you want, Artemis," He seethed.

"Hmph," I smiled in satisfaction. I leaned all of my weight on my foot and smirked at him. I had taught him well not to call me Abigail or Arnold. [Seriously, those names did not sound like Artemis.] "Tell me why you assigned me a job while I was in Manhattan?"

"You were here," Dionysus bit out from clenched teeth. "You were screaming on the bridge. Percy really needs to learn to shut off the walkie-talkie. Those walkie-talkie work without you pressing the button, you know. Just in case you're in trouble and all. Anyway, I knew it was you, so I sent out a band of kids to look for survivors. I put you in charge of it. Big whoop."

I glared at him, my hands on my hips. I was sure I looked intimidating. "You've got to be kidding me. I don't even know who these kids are, nor can I keep track of them."

"You need to take a shower," Dionysus drawled, "You smell like sweat and blood."

I pulled back my arm, ready to punch him. I felt a light hand on my arm, and turned around in surprise. No one's ever been able to successfully sneak up on me. When I looked at the person the hand belonged to, I saw jet black hair, and green eyes with laughing lines. For half a second I thought it was Percy before I realized that this man was much older. He smiled down at me jovially and lightly brought my hand down. "Now Dionysus, that's certainly not how you treat a lady."

Dionysus snorted. "I beg to differ. I'm about 99 percent sure Abigail here isn't a lady—"

I growled lowly. My whole body was unbearably hot. I jumped at him. "I will beat you into a thousand tiny pieces, boy!"

Strong arms hooked underneath my armpits and the man lifted me up and away from Dionysus. "Let me go, Poseidon!"

"Calm down, Artemis," he said, his voice was soothing, just like Percy's. I wondered why he was so much like him. "It's alright. Dionysus is drunk, what he says right now has no merit. He's saying things he wouldn't usually. He probably doesn't even think this way." I felt myself relax, maybe what he said was true and Dionysus was just randomly spouting things because he was drunk.

"Agh, nah. I would say this any day, and I certainly feel that way—"

I growled, louder that time, "You fucking—"

Poseidon chuckled, clearly finding this amusing, and pulled me tighter to him. "Artemis. Come on. He's not worth your time."

"How'd he become an Olympian anyway?" I saw his face grow red, "He's drank so much wine he's practically a fermented grape at this point."

"I am very talented at everything I try, my dear," Dionysus said slyly, "And I am one hell of a party planner."

"Demeter's a lot better at it," I mumbled under my breath just to anger him.

Dionysus scowled at me. "I had forgotten why I hated you so dearly, Abigail. Now I remember why."

"The feeling is mutual," I replied in a flat tone. Dionysus yawned. "As I'd I'd care how you felt. Does anyone know where Peter Johnson is? I need to speak with him."

"You mean my son, Perseus Jackson?" Poseidon raised a patient brow, but there was a storm brewing in his eyes. He wasn't very happy that Dionysus had screwed up his son's name too.

Dionysus waved his hand. "Yes, yes. That's what I said. Peter Johnson."

Poseidon put me down and scowled at Dionysus. He ignored his question. He turned back to me after a moment. "Where's your parents, Artemis?"

"Dad's sitting at his table and Mom…is…," I looked away, my mouth twisted in a frown. "She's…" I didn't want to say it. Because saying it would be accepting the reality.

"It's okay," Poseidon placed a hand on my shoulder, "You don't have to say it. I get it. Leto was a beautiful woman."

"Where's Ares?" I asked him coldly. It sounded more like an accusation of a crime than a question.

"Still in Manhattan, I'm afraid. He's dragging Aphrodite with him."

I shook my head. "I thought Aphrodite was already here."

Poseidon shrugged. "There's twelve of us. It's probably hard to keep track of all of us."

I nodded in agreement. "It's good you're here, Poseidon. I believe we will have a Council meeting tomorrow. Prepare for long hours of boredom, I suppose."

"This won't be very boring," Poseidon promised me with a smile. "I was in a council meeting back when there was the crisis of the Cold War. The meetings get quite heated in that regard."

I thanked him from preventing me from beating Dionysus up and left to train for my fight with Zoë. There was no way I could lose.

I was an Olympian.

Author's Note: a little bit of a longer one. I've mostly got this all planned out, and I'm warning you, this will be a long one. I appreciate all the reviews and the support. I appreciate it. Just a small heads up on the Olympian meeting, it may not be the most true to their characters. But again, this is Modern AU. Sorry for the OOC Percy. Thought this background story of his might be interesting. It's pretty much guaranteed they'll be a little different.

I'm still trying to get all of the facts straight and all that, so I apologize for any inconsistencies you may encounter.

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