Chapter 13:

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Annabeth POV:

"Have fun! I'll see you tomorrow!" He said opening and shoving me into the loud room. I felt the door shut behind me. What the hell just happened?

Percy POV:

I needed to be alone for a while. Not that I didn't enjoy talking with Annabeth, it's just her British accent and her hair really take me for a whirl. After the ceremony I didn't really see her as this "all perfect being", like the gods. No Annabeth is a person too and she has flaws and feelings and I guess I never really thought about that until now. It took me by surprise, and made me think about how all the people I've killed, they had a family and a future and I'm just killing them.

I took some deep breaths pushing the thoughts out of my mind and proceeded to take off my suit I was wearing and put on under pants and a shirt. I had a lot to do tomorrow with getting ready to head to Virginia and need to relax. I fell back on to my bed, but sleep never came.

~Annabeth~

I woke up covered in sweat, my breathing heavy. I knew it was because of my nightmare last night. They had been coming back and that one was the most vivid. I went to my washroom and washed my face, trying to get the tear stains on my face to be not as noticeable. I did not need somebody asking about those. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like Annabeth Chase, but I did not feel like her. I felt empty. I sighed and put on a smile. I could do this, I just needed to forget.

Soon enough I fell into my usual schedule of making my bed, changing my clothes, my closet was full of dresses, shirts, pants, and shoes. I put on a white shirt and black pants with brown boots, (I looked like a pirate and I liked it) fixed my hair, (which was just me brushing through it with my fingers) and I walked into my washroom and cleaned my face again.

The sun had yet to rise so I thought I would go make breakfast for everyone. I walked out of my room quietly, when I noticed all the debris from last night. Bottles lining the stairs, and a strong vomit smell lingering all around. I pulled my shirt up over my nose and started cleaning up the bottles. I found a wooden crate in a closet just at the bottom of the stairs. I put all the bottles in the crate as quiet as I could. I put the crate next to the door.

I proceeded to find the source of the smell. It was lurking under the stairs, at least it was not on any rug. I found a few rags and a bucket filled with water. I got all the vomit scrubbed up and put the pail next to the basket at the front. I knew the kitchen was next to the meeting room so I headed that way.

I opened the door to the meeting room to find loads of people and vomit. I shut the door quickly, afraid of the stench and wondered back to the foyer. I did not want to disturbs everyone so I would just wait to make breakfast.

I had nothing else to do and I did not want to go back to my room, so I decided to explore the mansion. I went up the stairs and opened the doors parallel to the front doors. The doors opened to reveal a balcony. It had two chairs on it and it over looked the whole backyard. I stepped out onto the balcony and leaned onto the railing and watched the sun rise. I just starred, my eyes unfocused and breathing steady. I did not think of anything; my mind was blank just watching the sun. I am not sure how long I stayed there, but long enough for Percy to get up and find me. He stepped onto the balcony and stood next to me. I slowly turned my head to look at him. Percy looked at me, worried.

"You okay?" He asked brow furrowing and I nodded. His green eyes looked good in any light I decided. His hair was matted down on one side and puffed up on the other. It was long and messy and I found myself wanting to brush it out of his eyes, although I do not really know why.

"Yeah, I just got up early and cleaned up the foyer. I went to make breakfast and um..." I finished talking and I gestured for Percy to follow me. I stepped back into the mansion, Percy right behind me. I shuffled down the stairs and moved to the meeting room doors. I pointed to them and Percy sighed.

"I knew they were going to do this." He mumbled and I the sides of my mouth curled up. Percy opened the doors up and proceeded to gag. I laughed lightly. I was already used to the smell (sea sickness was not uncommon). We walked quietly into the meeting room. I closed the door while Percy moved to the curtains. He opened them and light streamed into the room. Everyone started to groan and move around. Percy clapped his hands loudly.

"Rise and shine my friends! I hope the after effect of yesterday's bonanza is not too painful! We need to started getting ready to head to Virginia! So lets get up!" He said and many people's groans got louder. I stifled my laughs and shimmied my way to the kitchen dodging vomit and people. I did not really need to stay and watch when I knew some would be hungry. I was feeling a little peckish myself.

I opened the door to the kitchen a crack and squeezed into the room. This kitchen was average but clean. It had a counter and big fireplace. There was an ice chest with meat and a cupboard with baking ingredients. A chest at the end of the counter had different pots and pans.

I opened the cupboard to find the ingredients to make biscuits (since that is all I knew how to make off the top of my head and I knew nobody would object to food). I reached into the cupboard and found my ingredients and measuring spoons. I was in the process of warming the fireplace when a boy Percy did not introduce me to walked in.

He had grey eyes like me, and blonde hair also like me. Oh no. No no no no no. I can not have a sibling. I just can not. I can not be attached to someone in that way. We stared at each other for a minute. I did not trust my voice to speak so I kept quiet. He did not either speak either.

Soon enough though the fireplace got hot and I knew I had to bake the biscuits. I stood up and walked to my pan full biscuit. The boy did not move; just watched as I moved the pan to the fire. I sat down on a stool as I watched the biscuits cook.

"You might want to cook some bacon too, or else Clariesse might get mad." The boy said making me jump. He grinned. "I'm Malcolm by the way. I'm your brother." He said and I sighed. Like I already said I did not want a sibling. I did not want to have a connection with somebody like that. His eyes squished like how mine do when I am thinking.

"I figured." I replied, unenthusiastically and his smile kind of faded. I felt bad automatically. Damn it. "I am Annabeth your sister I suppose." I said and his grin returned. He went to the ice chest and picked out some bacon. It was already somewhat warm and he put them on the pan and into the fire.

"I don't know how to be a brother." He admitted as he sat down next to me. I shook my head.

"Me neither. About being a sister I mean." He smiled.

"Then we can choose what works for us." He said and I nodded. I grinned evilly. This sibling thing was going to go my way, at the moment anyways.

"Then you have to do dishes since I made the breakfast!" I exclaimed and Malcolm scoffed. I laughed at his expression.

"But..."He started and I threw some flour at him. I was already so comfortable with this when two minutes ago I was dreading him saying we were related. What is wrong with me?

"I see how this relationship is going to work." He mumbled shaking his head, flour floating in the air and chuckling. Maybe having a sibling will not be so bad.

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"Malcolm you get back here!" I screamed racing after him. He had just slapped me in the face with his bacon. I was not planning on hurting him, just give him a "wet willy". Grover used to do it to me all the time as a kid. Everyone around the table was laughing at the scene.

Malcolm was laughing but had a fearful look in his eye. That is how it should be I suppose. He jumped over a chair and I ran around the table. He was looking behind him and did not see me coming. I ran right into him , both of us falling to the ground, and I sat on him.

"No! I'm so sorry Miss. Chase! Don't punish me! I'll do anything! I'll carry you around instead of Percy!" He pleaded, his face red from laughter and everyone was set into a new set of laughs. I squinted and stuck my pinky in my mouth. His eyes squinted then got wide.

"No! Not the willy!" I stuck my finger in his ear and he continued to wail. I took my finger out quickly however, because it was honestly a little gross even for me.

"Well next time do not hit me with your bacon." I said standing up, not offering him any help and walked back to my seat. Malcolm slowly stood up, his face covered in a blush and trudged back to his seat next to me. As he sat down I took a bite of his bacon. He glared at me and I wrinkled my nose.

"Uh not to interrupt the love fest, but I have to assign duties of the day." Percy said then cleared his throat. Everyone's laughs started to die down then everyone had Percy undivided attention.

"We're leaving tomorrow at first light for Virginia. I will need to speak with Malcolm about our route." Malcolm nodded taking another bite of bacon.

"Then I need everyone to spar, we can do that around noon. We need to get practice in, we can't get rusty. Then we will pack our supplies. Please don't pack anymore then one bag of personal belongings per person. We wanna pack light so it's easier to move around okay?" Percy continued and Everyone nodded getting up and out of their seats.

I sighed and finished my breakfast. People were trickling out of the room and soon enough it was just Percy, Malcolm, and I left. There was a rather uncomfortable silence as we all just kind of stared at each other.

"Uh, so how about me and Percy look at routes and you do dishes?" Malcolm suggested. I scoffed in return.

"Haha yeah no." Malcolm he frowned.

"I didn't think that would work." He mumbled and I flicked his chin. I kind of liked being a sibling. Malcolm stood up and strode to where Percy sat and the discussed routes to use to get to Virginia. I frowned and moved over to them looking over their shoulders. They paid me no attention. I huffed and left the room. They can be boring without me.

I walked into the foyer and it was really quiet. Where is everyone? I opened up the front doors, my knife in hand, and walked the perimeter of the mansion. There were clouds in the sky and I realized it was probably about the beginning of November. I sat down on the grass and just thought.

It had been about two weeks since my uncle was killed and I have already taken a liking to these people. What mess have I gotten myself into? What is going to happen when the war ends? My thoughts disappeared at the call of my name.

"Annabeth? Where are you?" I knew it was Thalia's voice. She turned around the corner and smiled. "Hey we're about to spar you better come around back." She said nodding behind her. I stood up and walked over to her. Together we walked to the back lot. "You okay?" She asked looking at me. I can tell she noticed my solemn mood

"Yeah I am okay." I said and walked with her to where everyone was standing, weapons in hand.

A/N: Yeah not my best chapter, but I am glad Malcolm and Annabeth are acquainted. Next chapter will hopefully be better! I hope you all have a nice day and I'm so sorry for the wait and just everything. I love this story I won't ever just abandon it. I just might take a while to update it because I love it. Follow my Instagram and tumblr lunch1380 I'm on those a lot and tend to keep everyone updated. I hope you have a great rest of your day!

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