"Cancer, as in the bad kind?"

I snorted slightly at Pollux' facial reaction, a mix between pure shock and horror, digging through a cooler near the foot of his bed until I found a wine cooler and some Mountain Dew. Despite usually not drinking alcohol after a party, I needed something to ease the throbbing pain in my head.

Through the pain in my head a soft voice wondered how Pollux, my greasy haired brother, had even managed to sneak alcohol into the camp. Not that I really cared all that much as I made us both one of my 'Dew 'n double' drinks.

Mixing drinks is one of the only things my mother ever taught my how to do as a child. It really shows what my mother thought I'd amount to in life..

"Is there a good kind of Cancer?"

Pollux happily took the offered drink, chugging the fizzling liquid down quickly as I did the same.

"It's just you don't look sick."

"I hate when people say that." I muttered, "Everyone has a preconceived idea of sick. Even at my worst my hair wasn't falling out. Just because I don't look 'physically' ill doesn't mean their isn't something wrong. One of my nannies had Crohn's Disease and I want to kick people's asses when they say she's not really sick. But anyways, I've been in a remission for six years."

"What kind."

"A Brain Tumor, I was only six when they found it. I don't remember much, they attached it pretty aggressively with chemo and surgery. I go to the doctors now every few months for check ups. I just wanted you to know, I don't tell many people but you're my brother so you should know."

"I need a smoke."

"Are there any rules at this fucking camp."

~~Linez breaks

Pollux gave me a quick tour around the camp before most of the campers had even woken up. With the exception of the Apollo cabin, because damn those kids must rise with the sun or something. Then again, from what I've read I wouldn't be surprised if Apollo started screaming 'Wake Up' in their cabin while he flew over the camp.

So walked into an almost empty dining pavilion was expected. Pollux explained the whole only children of a certain god can sit at each table, with the exception of the big three table because there is only five of them and they wanted to sit together.

Lifting one of the grapevines that littered our table I sighed deeply, "You know just because our father is the god of wine doesn't mean EVERYTHING has to grape themed. I don't see the Aphrodite's Table covered in damn hearts"

"I know, during our first year Castro and I snuck in here in the middle of the night and ripped ever single vine away." Pollux grinned at the seemingly happy memory. "The next morning we walked in like we were the coolest people ever, until we saw that our table's vines had grown back to be exactly the same as before. What about you, any amazing stories?"

I scratched the back of my head thoughtfully, embarrassed to realized I'd had a pretty uneventful childhood (excluding having cancer). "You know I have always been kind of a stay-in-the-house-loner, truth be told I've only ever had one friend. Except recently we haven't really hung out, he's got this really pretty girlfriend and doesn't usually have time for me anymore."

"Idiot." Pollux stated firmly. "I've decided, I'll be a over protective brother. If he can't make time for you than he's an idiot that doesn't deserve you."

"Your an Idiot, you've just meet me for the first time. How can you suddenly be an overprotective brother who takes my side on everything?"

"Because you are my sister, we've got to stick together."

Hearing Pollux -My brother- say that out loud sent butterflies off in my stomach. Grinning I couldn't help but realize, that while most of my life has been crappy this -camp- was a chance for a new start. I can finally have a family who loves me, even if it's only a overprotective brother and a bipolar wine god.

"Genma? What are you doing here?"

Well that didn't last very long