So, I decided to post two chapters at once, or in other words, kill two birds with one stone. My beta has been really busy. I finish typing these on time, trust me!

Just wanted to let you know, that I'm deleting the first few chapters. The ones where I have two stories per chapter. You know, the ones with that horrid grammar. Ugh. I'll repost, but edited, extended, and with newer ideas, so expect lots of somewhat new chapters soon. Kudos to my reviewers! And thanks to all my favorite-ers/subscribers too.

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO, Star wars, or discovery channel.

Remote control.

It was a Thursday evening, and Percy and Annabeth were in their room, on their bed, tangled up in a mass of arms and legs. They weren't really doing anything. Just lying there, and enjoying each others' embrace, they had dedicated the day to relaxation, and comfort.

They may have even dozed off a couple of times, which wouldn't have been surprising, because they were excruciatingly tired; like zombies of their former selves. College was hard on poor dyslexic, ADHD Percy. Designing monuments, and statues for the power hungry gods wasn't too easy on Annabeth either.

Annabeth's phone buzzed, and she lazily stretched out her arm to grab it from the nightstand.

"Oh! Percy, I'm going to the living room, TV time!" she whispered in his ear, throwing her legs off the side of the bed, and stretching her arms out. He rubbed his eyes, "Wha-what? What time is it?" he asked.

"Eight-thirty. Discovery channel has this awesome show about architecture, and I can't miss it." Annabeth replied, running a hand through her hair, and jogging out of the room.

"Wait!" Percy called, getting out of bed. One of his favorite movies was supposed to be on now, and there was no way he was missing it for some geeky architecture. He leaped to the floor, and ran after her.

She was on the couch, holding a bag of chips, and gazing serenely at the screen. "HEY!" he called, landing on the couch next to her and grabbing the remote from the coffee table. Before he could change the channel Annabeth, being the stubborn one, snatched the remote back from him, "What are you doing Seaweed Brain?" she grumbled, angry to be distracted from her show.

"My favorite movies coming on!" he exclaimed, "like, right now!" she rolled her eyes, "Star wars?" she asked incredulously. He nodded his head vigorously. "We could rent it or something." she said, turning back to the TV, gripping the remote tightly between both hands.

"No. Annabeth!" Percy groaned. An idea struck him. He leaped onto her, and straddled her waist, careful not to put too much of his weight on her. He grabbed her wrists in each of his hands and shook them, until the remote fell out.

"PERCY!" she yelled, kicking. He leaped off her, grabbing the remote from the floor.

She was angry. He wanted a duel, she'd give him all she'd got. Before he could change the channel, she ran into him, sending the remote flying out of his hands and onto the other couch.

She ran and took it, "HA!" she cried satisfied. But her triumph what short lived; before she knew it, Percy had tackled her, and she bumped the TV. The channel changed to static.

They went sprawling onto the floor. This was supposedly considered immature for people their age, but Percy was a typical seaweed brain, and Annabeth was the most stubborn person on the planet.

"OW!" she yelled, pushing him off her, but he just grabbed onto her PJ's and she went rolling on top of him. Percy's breathing got heavy, and he made a quick grab for the remote that lay on his side.

She stopped his hand, "Oh no you don't Percy!" she growled, glaring. They went back to fighting, and after about two minutes, their faces were flushed, and they were panting like dogs.

"Phew!" Percy breathed, "We're losing our touch." Annabeth dragged herself back to the couch. She had missed most of her show, but she might catch some of it. She grabbed the remote and stabbed the appropriate buttons.

Nothing happened.

The static droned, and she shook the remote. "What's the matter?" Percy asked, sitting next to her, "I don't know…" she muttered, turning the thing around in her hands. The lid popped open.

"Percy…?" Annabeth muttered, he looked up, "Uh huh?" she was glaring at the floor, her hands knotted in fists, "There aren't any batteries…"