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Demeter was still staring curiously at Poseidon's back. It looked like someone had run their hands down from his spine to his sides and had done so while digging their nails into his skin. It looked painful to say the least, but familiar and she didn't know why.

"Willow, I'm fine. It happened like three months ago okay." He wished he shut up before then. They were gods three months ago, not teenage demigods. If Demeter wasn't suspicious before, she sure as Hades was now, but she didn't say anything merely handing him his new shirt.

It was snug, but he didn't mind. Anything to get them to stop staring at him. He felt kind of self conscious as he realized the scene they had made. He cleared his throat awkwardly. "So guy wise, it's just you, me, and the four year old?"

He nodded, realizing Poseidon's plea for help. "Yeah, he's a bit of a handful, but we all love the little guy. He came here too early; he didn't have a childhood really."

"I understand," the sea god said with a small smile. "I don't have a good relationship with my dad." Demeter snorted to which his eyebrow raised. "Like yours was any better."

She conceded. Her son tilted his head curiously. "Well, that's odd. Mom usually picks decent guys."

Poseidon snorted. "That explains how she hooked up with Zeus how?"

"It doesn't explain Poseidon either," she retorts.

He laughs dryly. "Very funny, I think I walked into that one." Then they began to realize they were creating a scene. The mortals were all looking at them oddly. He cleared his throat again. "So um, I think I'm going to take a nap if you don't mind."

"Yeah um, sure dinner's in a little over an hour. Just listen for the conch."

He nods and waits for them to leave before he starts kicking himself. "She's right! I'm a freaking idiot."

Within time he wears himself out and he falls asleep on his bunk. However it's not the conch that wakes him, it's Athena.

"Of course you snore," she said with a laugh. "You missed dinner."

He blinks when he hears that. How could he sleep through a conch shell? That was his alarm clock at home!

She sighed. "Don't worry, I missed it too."

He sits up looking oddly concerned. "You haven't been eating much."

"I'm still getting used to mortal portions. I don't typically eat a lot anyway, you know that."

He didn't like the way she brushed it off. It worried him. He had heard of what happens to mortals who don't eat, or don't eat enough. He was pretty sure that even someone as pretty as Athena couldn't pull off the malnourished look. He thought back to something that he had gave Percy. "Are you hungry?" he asked.

She looked at him curiously. "Why?"

"Percy has a mini-fridge in his cabin."

Athena rolled her eyes. "I don't think he would leave it stocked. He's been in California for over a month."

He laughed. "It's stocked, and hopefully he has something other than moldy pizza." She snorted, but before she had any chance to reject the offer he was off, sneakily running to his own cabin. It's not like anyone would be striking him down, but he didn't want any weird suspicions going around.

When he returned he had two Cokes, a Hershey bar, an unopened bag of chips he found under Percy's bed, and a small chunk of ambrosia.

Athena immediately grabbed the chocolate. "Who said you could have that?" he asked with a laugh. She rolled her eyes and popped another piece in her mouth.

He laughed and nibbled on a few chips. She was eating like she hadn't seen food in a thousand years. He wasn't that hungry, so he let her eat all of the chocolate. But he still didn't think she had enough. She pretty much didn't even touch the chips and was only taking small sips of her soda.

Poseidon gently pressed the ambrosia into the palm of her hand. "What's this for?"

"Eat it," he said.

She shook her head and tried to give it back to him. "I'm not immortal, I'll burn right up."

"You won't," he insisted, "its like two grams."

She scoffed, but he kept staring at her with those big puppy dog eyes and she eventually gave in. She took it and didn't actually feel that bad. For a while she just sipped a little of her drink and ate a chip or two. Then it hit her, she put down her drink and walked right over to the bathroom.

He couldn't see from his bed, but he immediately knew what she was doing. Poseidon got up cautiously and went to the doorway of the bathroom. She eventually stops and looks up at Poseidon. "Don't you dare do anything to the plumbing while I'm down here."

Instead he finds a washcloth and wets it. "C'mon," he said leading her over to his bunk. He gave her the cloth and walked away to make sure the bathroom was nice and clean. When he came back to the bunk, he sat on the edge of the bed cautiously.

"I told you, I shouldn't have had that ambrosia."

Poseidon nodded, though something told him that wasn't right. Athena stood up, "I should get going. We're not supposed to be in here together."

He stood up too. "At least let me take you, where are you going?"

She shrugged. "It's my free time; I was going to go find Elle and Father."

Poseidon offered her his arm and they walked off to find them. It turns out the Ares and Athena cabin had gathered in the sword fighting arena. Ares was standing in the middle arguing with Elle.

"No Styx you won! You broke my glasses! I want a rematch!" she yelled.

He rolled his eyes. "Move on twerp, I beat you, deal. I took on all of you and won, now move on. I still need to beat Olivia."

Elle glared. "These are designer, aka expensive."

Ares pushed her out of the way. "These are my fists, aka I don't care." She walked away with a huff searching for her father in the hopes that he could fix them.

Athena however was no mad at her brother. "Really Wyatt?" she asked, unlocking her arm from Poseidon's, and pushing forward. "Taking on someone with barely any practice?"

"I have to; I defeated every one of those punks."

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard," she said. But the rush of adrenaline that her anger sent through her was fading. "Besides the youngest is ten! You took on a ten year old."

"Had too, princess. Of course you don't have to fight me, just surrender."

"Like Hades I'm going to surrender." She pulled her sword. "You really think I'm scared of your scrawny podex?"

He didn't show any emotion, but instead waved his hand in a gesture inviting her to attack him. Poseidon wanted to step in, she wasn't feeling well and this wasn't fair. But he knew no one would let him do anything.

Athena lunged forward, feeling her energy drain out as she moved, but she tried not to let it show as Ares's sword connected with hers.

Ares pressed inward hoping for a quick victory. He began to smile when he realized Athena wasn't quite in a good way. His grin grew when she stumbled slightly.

She cursed herself when she felt her foot slip. She pressed forward even though her knees were locking up and she couldn't quite see straight. It was like she was watching everything from afar through an old TV.

Athena couldn't even feel her own hands as she numbly knocked Ares to the ground and held a sword at his throat. She knew something was wrong then and she began to walk away. It didn't even feel like she was in control of her own legs.

Poseidon grabbed her only seconds before she fell unconscious.

A/N:

I've actually almost fainted before, and that's exactly what it feels like. It's not fun trust me. I also found out that day they keep hospitals really hot.

No one tried to catch me though. Lucky Mom.