Rewritten. Not many changes, but I'd left this story for a long time and wanted to get back into it. I didn't completely like the look of the first chapter, so...yeah. Please leave a review if you have time! Even if it's negative; it's fine, I want to improve. That being said, constructive criticism only. Thank you!

Lee Fletcher's day started as it usually did- being rudely awoken from his wonderful dreams. Today's happened to be a particularly engaging version of his arrival at Camp Half-Blood which did not include him screaming for his mother.

Luckily, none of the current occupants of his cabin knew the true sequence of events and so he was able to command a certain degree of respect as Head Counsellor. And by certain, a little. Hey, it was better than nothing.

Lee opened bleary eyes to meet his little sister's blue ones. They were staring at him, unblinking, and appeared to be tearing. Internally panicking, he forced himself to sit up. He pulled Kayla into what he hoped was a comforting hug.

"What up, Kay?" Lee asked, sincerely wishing 'nothing'.

"Will and Michael won't listen to me. They're fighting again." Kayla looked up at him imploringly.

He shifted his shoulders uncomfortably. "Yeah? How about we just let them fin-"

He was interrupted by a resounding crash from the front of the cabin, followed by an exclamation of 'Oh, you are soo in trouble!'

Lee licked his lips. To intervene or not to intervene. That was the-

"ME? YOU WERE THE ONE WHO DID IT, YOU DIPSTICK!" Another crash. This one was accompanied by the sound of splintering wood.

"Intervene, intervene!" Lee yelped, launching himself off of the bed.

Kayla grabbed his t-shirt and toddled after him as he bolted for the source of the noise, her short legs taking two steps for each of his.

Lee stumbled into the front area of the cabin, where he met with an all too familiar sight. Will and Michael were circling around the statue of Apollo that guarded the entrance. It was (mercifully) clothed, and somehow managed to be cheerful and scary at the same time as it smiled down happily at them.

Michael was holding a slightly bent baseball bat. That probably explained the splintering noise from earlier. Will appeared to be armed with nothing except the determination to taunt his brother. This was evident from the monkey-dance he was performing.

Lee briefly considered covering Kayla's eyes.

And then Michael lunged again, and would have hit home if Lee hadn't gotten him into a lock. Lee looped his arms under Michael's and held fast. Michael kicked like a demented horse while struggling to escape. Will really didn't help matters by dancing just out of Michael's range.

"TIME OUT! TIME OUT!" Lee cried desperately. "What's wrong?"

"Him!" The other two said in unison.

"Me?" Will scoffed. "You're the one with the bat!"

"YOU'RE THE ONE WHO GOT IT OUT!" Michael started kicking again. "YOU PIECE OF-"

"WOAH, WOAH! WE HAVE LITTLE EARS AROUND!" Lee said.

Will and Michael looked at him incredulously.

"She knows way more than we do." Michael said.

Will laughed in an irritating manner. "Speak for yourself, you wuss! I mean c'mon, dipstick?"

Michael let out a battle cry and tried to get at Will. He eventually seemed to realise that Lee had at least half a foot on him and proceeded to try dragging him along. Lee dug his heels in, refusing to give up.

While her brothers were occupied, Kayla came up next to them and coughed significantly.

"Yeah?" Lee asked exasperatedly.

"Can you ask them if they've seen my bear?"

"BEAR?" Lee knew Kayla had a lot up her sleeve, but a bear? Surely-

"Don't worry, it's just a teddy bear." She smiled brightly at the memory. Then her expression faded into a sad one. "But he's missing."

She started tearing up again, making all three of her brothers freeze. Will and Michael looked expectantly at Lee. For the gods' sake, why did they always do this? It was like he was in char-

Oh yeah. He was. But only in title. It wasn't like anybody listened to him, least of all Will and Michael. Actually, most definitely not Will and Michael.

"W-we'll find it, Kayla." Lee managed, bent in an awkward position from restraining Michael.

That, was apparently the wrong thing to say.

"He's not an IIIIIT!" Kayla wailed, sobbing like the little girl she was.

Lee let go of Michael, feeling very much like following Kayla's example. But he was unfortunately the head counsellor for the Apollo cabin, and needed to sort this out.

Preferably before breakfast.