A/N: Hey guys! It's good to be back again.

: Wow…Thank you SO much. I really appreciated that review, it was really kind of you. From all the stuff I write (I do write a lot) I see that I have a little too much free time. :) Anyway, thanks!

Chapter Three:

Percy pulled over, in front of the archway that led to camp. He turned the car off, and sighed in relief. It had been a quiet drive. Enough to make any person nervous, anyway.

"Um…" He pocketed his keys, "Do you want me to carry your bags?" Percy looked over to the passenger's side.

Annabeth wore a very small smile, "I can carry my own bags, Perce," She lightly grabbed his chin and leaned forward, "But thanks anyway." She kissed him lightly, and got out of the car, leaving him dazed and confused.

He shook his head to snap out of it. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her walk up the small hill. Percy locked the car once he grabbed his own bags from the trunk. He could already smell the intoxicating aroma the strawberries gave off when they were under the sun. Once he got over the hill, he could see the orange shirts that Camp gave out to everyone attending. As he walked through the gate, he knew he had finally arrived at his home away from home: Camp Half Blood.

He was almost automatically welcomed as he came into view. Percy was a pretty prestigious camper, after all. And he had to remind people (The Aphrodite Girls) that he was already dating. More than enough people (The Aphrodite Girls) had tried to slip him some sort of love potion in his food. He really had to watch himself. But other than that, people respected him, and how he would rather not be drugged. Percy walked up the steps to the Big House, and walked through the already open front door. He turned to his left when he saw two figures sitting in the living room: Mister D. and Chiron, who was in his wheelchair disguise.

"Ah, Percy, it's good to have you back." Chiron said.

"It's good to be back, Chiron." Percy replied, setting his bags down by his feet. Percy faintly heard Mister D. grumble something inaudible, but ignored him.

After Percy decided that the length of awkward silence had stretched out long enough, he coughed and said, "Well…I better be going, now."

"Oh! Percy," Chiron called after him. He turned to face his teacher, "I was wondering if you were in need of a job, since you'll be heading off to college in the fall."

Percy frowned and thought about what Chiron was hinting at. A job here would beat a job at McDonald's, any day. "As a matter of fact…I am." He said slowly. Looks like he was going to get an earful from his boss later on when he called him.

Chiron grinned, "There's an opening for an instructor."

Percy gawked at his teacher.

"Are you going to answer him, Peter?" Mister D. croaked, and popped a Diet Coke open.

Percy's eyes darted around. It was a no-brainer that he wanted the job, but his A.D.H.D. was getting to him.

"Uh, yeah! Sure, I'd love the job," Percy quickly squeaked.

Chiron furrowed his eyebrows, "You sound unsure."

"I'm not unsure. Nope. I'm a hundred percent positive."

"Okay, then. You do get paid, of course." Chiron said, looking at him strangely.

"Sound great, I've got to get going now." Percy waddled out of the room, with his duffle bag. He heard him call after him one more time, but he managed to escape before he could.

Percy growled and muttered to himself, "Wow, what was wrong with me back there?"

He was greeted by even more people than last time. Campers must've spread the word that he had showed up. Percy was about to step inside his cabin, but paused when he heard muffled shooting from the inside of his cabin. He rolled his eyes,

"Nico, if you want to play Xbox so much you should just buy your own," Percy opened the wooden door and looked over to his small living room area. There was no one in his chair, at least from his point of view, but he could see Batman moving on the screen. "Nico, c'mon, dude." He grabbed the recliner and twirled it around. He nearly screamed when he saw that it wasn't Nico, and some little kid instead.

"Ah!" They simultaneously screamed until they both ran out of breath.

"What are you doing in my cabin?" He asked, panting.

The little kid looked down at his feet, "I…was claimed by Poseidon."

Percy's whole face went slack, "Say again?"

Before the little kid could say anything, footsteps ran into the room.

"Are you okay, Percy? I heard screaming and-" Percy turned and saw Nico standing in the doorway, "Who's that kid? Don't tell me you kidnapped him."

Percy turned to face the kid, "This isn't the time, Nico." He really didn't know what to say to him, "Um…how old are you?"

"Twelve."

Percy raised his eyebrows. The same age he was when he arrived at Camp. Not to mention the uncanny resemblance that he had when he was that age. He was his new half-brother, of course.

"What's your name, kid?"

"Sam, I got here yesterday." His frown deepened.

"Well Sam, have you made a trip to the armory yet?" Percy asked.

"Armory?" That answered his question.

"See anything you like?" Percy looked over to Sam.

"Do you have any Batarangs?" Sam asked digging through the box of various weapons.

Percy quirked an eyebrow. Batarang? What was that?

"Um…Can you live with a sword for now?" He asked Sam.

"I guess." Sam said disappointingly. Percy frowned. He felt bad for the kid, he had been dumped at camp just yesterday, and he was obviously having a hard time adjusting, like anyone would. Percy needed to do something for him, he was his new half-brother. And in a way, he felt like he owed it to him.

"I'll see if I can find you some Batarangs, Sam." Percy reassured, and left Sam to pick out a sword.

A/N: I thought it was about time that another sibling should be tossed in there.

Until the next millennium,

~Leaded-Pegasus