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"So... there isn't a problem?" asked Annabeth.

"No. Everything is fine." Percy lied to her, hoping the conversation would just go away.

"Okay. So the fact that your curtains are ripped, this clock is broken, this scratch on the ground, chipped seashells all over the ground and this broken lamp is just not important, right?" she asked him, waiting for an answer to her hypothetical question. Typical.

"Well no, I had a dream you'd ask me that, I started to cry and I trashed my room."

Said Percy. His sense of humor usually amused most people, but Annabeth stood there with a straight face.

"I'm leaving." she said. "Clean this up. Without Tyson, and before inspection comes."

"There's no inspection today."

"Oh trust me. We can make an exception for you." she said, walking out of the cabin and closing the door behind her. Percy always had the feeling the gods didn't like children of other cabins in their own cabins. Every time someone other than Tyson came in, the entire "feeling" of the cabin would change. The soft breeze that had once always came through stopped, the magical fish that swam above on the ceiling stopped moving, and the fountain's water turned to a mirky color. You know, little signs like that.

But Percy couldn't tell Annabeth. What could her reaction possibley be? "I'm Annabeth, daughter of Athena, remember? I can fix ANYTHING!" And Percy had a feeling she would try to fix him. He knew he was broken in some way, maybe not because he was confused, but because of how he handled things. Things in the cabin were broken, that was a fact. But for some reason, Percy couldn't get James out of his head. He had compleatly ignored him, and his texts (also because he couldn't risk sending one back. He found a cell phone and just decided to have one, just for emergancies. Then the world of texting was open to this teenager), and he knew he had no chance in getting him back, but also he had no way to escape the thoughts of James that surrounded him, what seemed like every minute. No one knew this was happening to him. Well, with the exception of his father, possibley, who watches over him quite a bit. But everything seemed to continue going wrong in his life.

He bent down and picked up the broken clock and tossed it into the now clean fountain, and pulled it out good as new. He learned last summer that healing powers seemed to work on inanimate objects as well, which was pretty cool. Now he didn't have to always want to get hurt just so he could see it heal itself.

"Oh damn Kronos!" he said, picking up the many bits of broken shell all over the floor. The room was a total mess, but Percy continued to clean. He tossed all the bits of the shells he could find into the fountain as well, and pulled out five brand new shells, or so it seemed.

After a few minutes, the room was just as it was before. But Percy couldn't stand being here, so he went out onto his back porch, which was actually more like a dock, but it felt more appropiate, being Percy, to call it something it wasn't. He breathed in the lake air.

But then he also remembered something he didn't exactly tell anyone, at all. If it had gotten out, he would become the outcast of the camp, and without a doubt seen as a traitor, no matter how much he didn't intend to be, and how it happened before the trouble began. But wait... Percy's eyes became wide. This was the first time he remembered this. But he hadn't ever though or remembered this before, it was a new thought to him. But it seemed so clear, almost as if it had happened yesterday. The memory was as clear as the water beneth him... it was a lost memory of Luke. Percy sat down on a chair (which leaned back and was cushioned. Quite nifty, Percy said about it) and thought this over in his head. It was all coming back to him, a memory of a lost love and time...

It had been years ago, when Percy first arrived at Camp Half Blood. He'd been here a week, staying in the Hermes cabin, as he hadn't been claimed yet in any way by daddy dearest. He had happened to be assigned to the same room, which the Hermes cabin seemed to have many of them, though most of them were quite small, as Luke, who, at the time, was a growing friend.

The starlight was clear out hear, almost as if Asteria was shining them down on camp herself. It was a night people would have been hard pressed to find in any city, or even any country side in the United States. Maybe Canada.

Percy was sitting on a dock, alone, thinking about how his entire world had recently changed in just a week. It still made his stomach turn when he thought of Greek gods being real, and a tear role down his face when he thought of his mother. She was in the underworld, with Hades. Percy didn't know Hades, nor did he have any real desire to know him at all, but he always had an imagine his mother was being tortured down there. He regreted watching the Disney "Hercules" movie, now when he was younger. Of course, at the moment, getting mauled by a monster seemed like a little more frightening than a villian, without a song, too.

Every time he touched the water, he felt rejuvinated. In a strange way, Percy was hoping that Poseidon would be his father. He still wasn't sure, as there was no claim, but he always felt a connection to the water. He touched it with his fingers, pulling them out compleatly dry. He examined them for a moment, when footsteps began to sound from behind him. He turned to see a figure coming to him, and Percy knew if it was any kind of counselor, he'd be in trouble. It was way past curfew, and him being a new demigod would probably offer more punishment from Mr. D than getting off.

He was relived when he finally could make out the figure - Luke, son of Hermes.

"Percy? Where are you? I woke up and you wern't there, you okay?" he asked. He always wondered why Luke was so nice to him, especially with him being the new demigod in town. Something didn't seem right, but then again, Percy didn't have any friends with the exception of his mother and Grover. Luke certainly had a warm feeling to him.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine, just thinking things over..." he replied.

Luke nodded and looked out over the lake. "Mind if I join you?"

Percy shrugged and then gave an awkward nod. Luke chuckled and walked forward, sitting down next to Percy and leaning against a wooden pole.

"It's been tough on you, hasn't it?" Luke asked.

"Well lets see. I just found out I'm half surpreme being, my mother is in the underworld, I'm away from everything I've ever known in a strange environment, I was recently attacked by my Pre-Algebra teacher in a mueseam, I found out my best friend his half goat and my bastard father who never shows up turns out to be one of the most powerful men on Earth. But I did find I Hershey Bar in my backpack earlier." Percy explained.

Luke laughed. "Wow. I remember my first time here, too."

"What happened? How'd you find out who... you were?" he asked.

"Well, I ran away from my home in Conneticut years ago. My mom was never all there and seemed to be obsessed with my father, so I saw pictures of him all the time. I figured, hey, if thats the best I'm going to get, its not worth staying at all. So, I got everything I needed and just left my mother. I mean, I visit her from time to time, you know, but I knew I couldn't live there. My mom... a part of me always regreted it..." Luke told Percy.

Percy could tell in his voice that this was a touchy subject for Luke to tell. He wondered if he actually told many people.

"And... I spent years on my own. Monster after monster... thank the gods I met Annabeth and Thalia. Without them, I'd probably be deader than dead right now. We spent a quite a while together - oh yeah, Grover was there too, being Thalia's protector and all, and we made it here, to Camp Half Blood. So many things happened and... Hermes eventually claimed me, after being here for what seemed like ages. I guess it was a way to get it over with, you know? He knew he had to do it, so he might as well... Look Percy, don't think that the gods are exactly good people, let alone good parents."

It wasn't the first time Percy heard complaints against the gods at camp.

"Yeah. I mean, they were players and sluts and stuff. They still are?" he asked Luke.

"Not so much, but they seemed to be obsessed with having us. I mean, there's hundreds of us here. Obviously they didn't follow the rules well."

What Luke was saying all made sense to him, but at the same time, it seemed as if a part of him was saying the gods wern't all bad, at least not to the extent Luke claimed they were. A part of him was still holding onto the hope that the gods could still care and have feelings, hopefully for their own children at least.

"Luke... I can't make a desicion this soon, though. I still have quite a bit of thinking to do..." Percy explained to him.

Luke nodded, understanding where Percy was coming from.

"Alright. Well we can get off the depressing subjects, then." Luke suggested. Percy nodded in a sure agreement.

"So. How's life back home? Do you... have a girlfriend or something?"

Usually when this question comes across someone, they have an odd reaction, like "why do you want to know so bad, huh?". Percy felt a little bit embaressed by this. He had only had one real relationship with a girl, and even that was a minor one. They kissed, and that was as far as it got. It was a kiss unlike any other, under the fall trees of the school yard, before the days Percy was a rebel. Leaves fell around them, and few other people were in the yard with them. It was exactly like a movie would seem, two people looking deep into each others eyes, then leaning in for the kiss. The moment their lips touch, sparks would fly. Sadly, they were only half lit. Percy didn't feel much in the way of anything. It didn't feel like anything special was coming out of it all, and then it was over. That was it? A kiss on the lips that he'd rather put on someone else where the sparks flew? No. It couldn't be that bad.

"Uh no, not currently." Percy said, looking down at the water.

"I don't, either. Waiting for someone special, you know? People waste alot of good oppertunities when it comes to love." Luke told him.

He couldn't help but agree to this. People, especially teenagers, were especially stupid when it came to this kind of stuff. He'd seen his friends go from girl to girl, from lips to lips, from every unplanned pregnancy to the next. At least at Yancy.

"You have really good hair." Luke commented to him.

Percy's stomach lifted, in a way as if there were butterflies in them, trying to find a way to escape.

"Thanks." Percy said. "You have... good... umm... arms."

Well. He didn't expect that to come out.

"Oh thanks, they just popped up one day." Luke said, sarcasticlly.

Percy chucked at how stupid he sounded. Something seemed to be drawing him to Luke, some sort of bond, or some sort of... attraction. NO! Percy stopped himself for a moment. Attraction? What? Did he just claim he could attracted to Luke? Luke was his friend, no more, no less. Percy knew he needed to stop these ridiculous thoughts. But something about Luke was different than other friends he had... his blond hair that even stood out under the starlight, his eyes, which were like diamonds to him, or even his scar along his cheek. Which, Percy had to admit, wasn't something he was attracted to, but liked because it reminded him of The Lion King.

"Aphrodite isn't favoring me, at least not before she wasn't..." he said. Percy wasn't exactly sure what he meant by that.

"Yeah." said Percy. An awkward silence followed. "Hey, I'm gonna go to bed now. I've got training and stuff tommorow."

"Yeah, let's go to bed. I have alot of it to do, too. We have Capture the Flag tommorow." Luke said.

What? Where did this come from? Percy hadn't remembered this at all, and tonight had been the first time he had. Almost as if he was watching a movie for the first time, not even he knew what was going to happen next. It felt as if Percy had awoken from a dream.

"Percy?" called Annabeth from behind. "I don't know where you are, but you clean up nice!"

He stood up and slowly walked into the room. Annabeth was looking along the floor, and then peaked under the bed. Big mistake. She looked at him as he trotted in.

"You feeling better?" she asked.

Percy didn't respond, he just gave a slight nod.

"I'm skipping Dinner tonight, and me and some other campers are going to have a campfire thing. You in?"

For the first time in ages, or so it seemed, the prospect of doing that pleased him. He nodded. "Yeah, that actually sounds pretty fun."

Annabeth gave a smile, and she lit up like Zeus just threw a bolt in front of her. "Awesome!" she said. "I'll spread the word you're coming, and we'll get extra supplies and whatever else we need. I'll come get you tonight, Seaweed Brain."

She walked out, laughing, and Percy's smile fadded. The memory wasn't exactly anything horrible or a scandelous, but it somehow affected Percy in a way he didn't understand. A random memory of a moment with Luke... and out of the blue it came. He had a feeling, in the pit of his stomach, that this wasn't going to be over. More rememberance was on the way for him, and part of him wanted to see what was coming, another part of him was terrified.

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