Chapter Five
A/N: Seems like Percy and Annabeth have their priorities all figured out:) Sorry, it’s kinda short…
“Didn’t Percy say they were coming this weekend?” Grover asked Chiron as they waited in the Big House for Percy and his new wife.
“Yes,” Chiron muttered, not really listening to the satyr.
“Well, I guess they could be running late…” Grover chewed nervously on his tin can. “Can you believe they actually eloped?”
Mr. D, bored with their conversation but unwilling to be ignored, chimed in. “I rarely believe anything Peter and Annie do, strange couple.”
They waited another hour before Grover stood and went to find Juniper. Practically the whole camp was buzzing with rumors about the new counselors of Camp Half-Blood. They said the man named Percy was the boy who saved Olympus, son of Poseidon. They said the girl named Annabeth was the daughter of Athena who led the quest into the Labyrinth. They’d defeated Kronos, the Titan Lord, together and fallen in love. It had been 6 years since the war with Kronos, leaving a whole new generation of campers for Mr. D and Chiron to handle, but with Percy and Annabeth’s help, it would be…slightly more chaotic.
Percy was supposedly awful at archery but could take down anyone in a sword fight. Annabeth was apparently a master strategist and won every game of Capture the Flag she had ever played, but wasn’t so great with matters of makeup and other girl things.
While people like Mr. D chose to tease the couple, the young campers were eager for the day they got to meet the heroes they heard so much about. Grover enjoyed telling their stories—the first time they had a quest, to retrieve Zeus’s master bolt, to when Luke sacrificed himself for Olympus—and bragging about the two, as well as a Cyclops named Tyson, a daughter of Zeus called Thalia, Clarisse, daughter of Ares, the dark son of Hades named Nico, who unfortunately lost his sister, and the Oracle at Delphi, Rachel, who apparently had caused a little trouble for Annabeth. But now that they were best friends, it was forgotten.
Members of the Athena cabin were shocked that Athena herself still often visited her favorite daughter, as they had rarely seen their mother. Some also wondered—thanks to Grover’s story telling—how it was possible Athena meant she had “Annabeth’s best interest at heart” but refused to be happy that her daughter had found love with the Kelp Head that was Poseidon’s son; while others were on the goddess’s side. They were too smart to fall in love…yet.
Thalia received a baby brother; a five year old, very obviously proving that Zeus had gotten right back to business after the promise to stop having children was annulled. There were no new additions to the Poseidon or Hades cabins, however.
Chiron had agreed to allow Percy to stay in his old cabin and Annabeth would be in the Athena cabin. The couple, of course, wanted to room together, but never spoke up about it, knowing Chiron would have to say no. There were children in the camp, after all.
“They said they’d be here by noon,” Grover mumbled to himself.
“They wouldn’t miss the first day of camp, Grover,” Juniper assured him. “They’ll be here eventually.”
Meanwhile, in a decent sized apartment in Manhattan, NY, Percy was rolling over in bed, waking up. He glanced at the bedside clock and groaned.
“Annabeth, we gotta go to camp.”
She whimpered, but rolled into her husband. “I thought you set the alarm.”
“This thing’s too complicated.”
Annabeth laughed before slipping out of bed and walking towards the bathroom. She paused in the doorway. “Care to join me for a shower, Seaweed Brain?”
Percy thought back to the reason they had fallen asleep in the middle of the day, to the reason they had needed an alarm to make sure they made it to camp. Passions had risen quickly, as they had lately, causing the couple to once again fall into bed.
“We don’t wanna be too late, Annabeth,” he muttered, but was thinking More than anything…
She shrugged noncommittally and walked into the bathroom, turned on the hot water and rummaged around for a clean towel. Percy lunged out of bed.
“But then again, what’s another thirty minutes?”