Hello wonderful people! First, that's for the reviews! I can't say "all the reviews" like usual, cause there weren't a lot for me to thank. But Sophia gets thanks for being the only reviewer within the first 24 hours. I really appreciate having ya around Sophia! (I even spelt it right! XD) Anyways, other than that there's really not anything else. The poll is up, it'll be up till I say it's not up. And that's a day or so after the last chapter to this. I think we're getting there soon. Hopefully before (or at) chapter 100. We're at 84 right now, so it's a little worrying for me. :) Oh well. I shall indeed own nothing forever, I shall not spice it up as I claimed I would, but you shall be permitted to enjoy the chapter nonetheless! Hazzah!

Thalia's POV

I narrowed my eyes at my cousin. "You little liar."

He looked up at me and forced a smile. "Oh, hey. Thals, about that..."

"Yeah. The little 'accident' that just occurred. You obviously aren't fine. Now, I should probably check to make sure you're fine."

Percy's eyes widened and he didn't bother to hide it. "A-what? I-I'm fine though! You, you said it yourself!"

I smirked at his discomfort. "Oh yes, I did say that didn't I? But that was before you fell and might've hurt yourself again! It's my nature as a loving cousin to help you in any way I can."

Mumbling to himself, Percy muttered, "I hate you," you meaning me.

"Love you too!" I cheerfully exclaimed. "Okay, now lay still or you might break something else."

Sighing, Percy lay stiffly on the ground, trying hard to breathe not as deeply, which was proving to be quite difficult for him. I hope it was because he's just not good at shallow breathing, not the fact that it hurts to take fast breathes.

"Alright, are you ready?" I nervously asked him. "Don't be like last time I touched it. You freaked me out, and that's not good to claw at me and your chest. So now I'm warning you so you can brace yourself. Are you good?"

Sighing, Percy nodded and clenched his fists around strips of fabric from his torn shirt. "I'm ready. Do it."

"Alright. On the count of three, I'll set your ribs. Ready? 1..."

I set his ribs before reaching two. Yelping, Percy gasped, "Why-why did you d-do that-t? W-what happened t-to two a-and three?"

"I'm real sorry, but if I said two and three, you would've tensed up. It would've been much harder to set it after that. And besides, you're supposed to know that. They taught us that at camp!"

Percy mumbled something about quests, stupid ADHD, and flashy Apollo campers. I ignored this, and instead went back to checking him over.

"I think it looks good. You weren't too injured from that last fall, and all I need now is to tired something around your chest to keep the bones in place until we reach Olympus."

Percy gaped at me. "O-Olympus? Since when was the plan to return to Olympus?"

I looked at him. "In case I'm wrong, I believe Chiron said that the Olympians wanted us back on Olympus as soon as we finished this quest."

"In case I'm wrong," Percy mocked me, "I believe Chiron isn't here for you to talk with."

Anger rising, I answered, "In case I'm wrong, I believe he said that before we even left camp. Or were you too hung up with nervousness to realize it? Or maybe it was the thing you were playing with."

Percy paled, and my brow creased. "Y-You saw that?" He stuttered.

"Yeah," I absentmindedly said, waving it away lazily with my hand. "But, what was that? I think it was black... Rectangular..." My eyes widened. "I think you were even talking into it!"

Trying to scoot away from my accusing glare, Percy pushed himself back across the ground, being unable to stand after having his ribs set. Even as idiotic as he is, he knew that they had to be bound before he could stand.

"Thalia! Thalia, it's not what you think! Let me explain!" Percy protested.

Moving towards him on my knees, I sneered, "Oh yeah? What it seems like to me, is that you took a cell phone into camp, risked monster attacks on camp, risked hurting or even killing younger campers, and then took it with you on the trip! You're lucky we aren't all dead, not just Nico and Annabeth!"

Percy flinched and rolled into his side, trying to scoot backwards even more. When he found he couldn't, he rolled up into a ball, as if to protect himself from something.

I continued with my rant. "Do you know how many people could've been hurt? How many could've almost died? How many could've actually died? Just so you could talk to some friends!" I paused. "Wait, you don't really have school friends that aren't demigod's or magical beings. So you could've IMed them. Who were you talking to then?"

Percy mumbled something that I couldn't make out from his fetal position, and I asked him to say it louder. This time, I could hear him loud and clear.

"The Academy."

Artemis and I both exploded, and poor Anne looked confused.

"THE ACADEMY?! What they (sensored) were you talking to those (sensored) (let's say bad people)?! I thought you said-" Artemis and I were interrupted by an angry yell.

"I know! I know what I told you! I know that they ruined my life, and I knew that they're (bad people)! But they-they..." Percy, still curled in his ball, made sounds that indicated that he was quietly crying.

Kneeling down next to her brother, Anne laid a hand on his shaking form, and asked, "What's the Academy?"

Oh gods. Will he tell the truth, or lie?