A/N: Do any of you like my story covers? If you're interested, I'd be happy to design one for your story. Just PM me sometime. By the way, sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've been busy moving my stories and writing a few others. Also, school is going to be staring up for me in about a month or so, give or take. And you know what that means.

Chapter Four:

Percy jogged towards the Hephaestus cabin. He walked around the back, and under a low overhang, where campers were hammering steel to a shape. He scanned around until he saw Jake, who had been reassigned as Head Counselor of the Hephaestus Cabin. He was a good friend of Percy's, too. Percy called his name, but he was drowned out over the sounds of hammers clanking and Jimi Hendrix blasting from the speakers on each pillar of the overhang. Percy sighed and walked over next to the anvil Jake was looming over.

"Jake!" He screamed even louder than he did before. Jake finally looked up, showing off the fine layer of soot and dirt on his face.

Jake grinned, "Percy! What's up?" He put his arm around him and led him away from the overhang and by a tree, where it was a little quieter. Jake pulled the cowhide gloves off of his hands.

"I need a favor," Percy started.

"Yeah? What kind of favor?" Jake leaned against the tree.

"Can you make me…?" Percy sighed, "A couple of Batarangs?"

Jake frowned, "Baratangs?"

"No. Bat-ar-angs." Percy corrected. Jake nodded, but still looked puzzled, "You know, like on Batman?"

"Oh! Those things." Jake finally figured it out, "Really? What do you need them for?"

Percy sighed, "It's complicated."

"Whatever you say. I should have them ready for you by the end of the week." Jake pulled his gloves back on and walked towards the overhang. Percy sighed anxiously. He needed some sibling advice from someone. Bad.

"You have a new sibling?" Annabeth said half-heartedly.

"Yeah. And…I guess I need some advice?" Percy asked. Annabeth continued to slash at one of the practice dummies. "Uh, Annabeth?"

"I heard you, Percy." Annabeth dislodged her knife into the wooden neck of the dummy, "Hmm. I really don't know what to tell you, I have enough half siblings that there isn't much awkwardness between everyone. But in your case, well, I don't know what to say. If anything, you should just show him around, help him train."

Annabeth began to walk away.

"Uh…see you later, I guess?" Percy mumbled to himself. Percy hopped off the fence he was sitting on and looked towards his cabin. Maybe Sam is in there. I should talk to him, Percy thought. He jogged over. When he was in front of the door, he hesitated. What was he going to say? He held his breath and unlatched the door. When he walked in, he heard that the T.V. was still on, and that Sam had gone back to playing Batman.

"Hey, Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Uh…do you want a tour or something?" Percy did a mental face-palm.

"I had one yesterday," Sam replied, not looking back. He sighed, his new sibling definitely wasn't making this any easier.

"Oh." Percy sat down on his bunk and watched him play video games, "What kind of weapon did you pick out?"

"A sword."

"Where's it at?" Percy asked him.

"On my bunk." He stood up. On the bunk above his was a simple sword. When he unsheathed it, it looked like any other.

"Hmm…It's a good sword." Percy complimented, and then an idea popped into his head. A good one. "I'll be right back." He grabbed Sam's sword and ran out the door.

"Back so soon? I told you that the Bata-whatevers would be done by the end of the week." Jake's muffled voice said from behind a welding mask.

Percy pulled out the sword, "Well, I need another favor." Jake's masked face looked up from the piece of metal he was working on. He took the sword and examined it.

"Nice sword," He finally said, handing it back to him.

"I know; that's what I said."

"Whose sword is that, anyway?"

"My new sibling's." Percy said.

"You have a new sibling?"

"Yeah. You didn't know that?"

Jake pushed the welding mask up, "Nope. He must've shown up really late last night, because we had quite an interesting camp fire last night."

"You did?"

"Yep." Jake got quiet.

Percy sighed impatiently, "What happened?"

"Oh! You want to know? Well put it this way. One of the Aphrodite girls got so into her "song" she didn't realize how close she was to the fire. And…some of her precious hair was singed off."

Percy winced, "Ouch."

"But, back to business. What do you want to do with the sword?"

"How did you know?"

Jake rolled his eyes, "Why else would you be here? Besides, you visited me earlier."

"Right. I need you to carve something into the blade." Percy unsheathed it and walked towards an empty table. Jake trailed after him. He set it down. Jake examined it.

"Yeah. I can write something. What do you need?"

"I need Sam written on it. Can you do that?"

"Of course I can. I'll even throw on a little emblem. I should have it finished sometime tonight."

"Sounds good. Thanks, Jake."

"Later."

That night, after dinner, Percy convinced Sam to let him take him down to the lake, after persuading him the remainder of the day.

They sat on the dock. In silence.

"Do you know how to swim?" Percy asked him.

There was a long drag before he finally answered, "No."

"Oh." Silence again.

"Well…do you want me to teach you? Maybe tomorrow?"

Sam nodded meekly. As if he really wasn't interested. Percy drooped his head. What did he have to do to make this kid happy?

"Are you excited for Friday's capture the flag match?"

"Capture the flag?"

Percy gasped in mock-surprise, "No one's told you about capture the flag? Probably one of the best things here."

"It sounds like fun. I know this is a bad time to ask, but, what's your name again."

Percy felt like a complete idiot now, he hadn't told him his name.

"It's Percy."

"Percy? Like the one everyone here talks about?"

Percy hesitated, "That's me."

"Oh."

"Hey, Percy!" Percy turned and saw Jake waving him over.

"I'll be right back, Sam." He stood and ran over. Jake handed him the sword. Percy unsheathed it, only to be met with a bluish, greenish glow. When it dimmed, he opened his eyes. Near the hilt was a tiny, forked trident. Below it was Sam's name written vertically; both things were glowing that bright color that had seen earlier.

"The best thing about it is that if the kid's in trouble, it'll flash that insignia in the air so you can find him."

Percy was in complete awe, "How did you do that?"

"A little Hecate trick. Nothing fancy." Jake smirked, examining his work.

"I owe you one." Percy clapped Jake on the back, and re-joined his brother.

A/N: For the record, Sam isn't a brat or anything. No way, José. I mean, it seems like it would be pretty awkward if you had a step-brother or sister. I do have a sibling, but she's 100% related to me.