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The camp was full of teenagers, most of them couldn't be over the age of eighteen and none of them were as old as Sherlock. Percy motioned for Sherlock to follow him towards a big blue farm house and Sherlock did so. He had an uneasy feeling walking around here, everyone was staring at him or pointing as he continued to walk down the hill. Percy had explained, of course, on their way to camp (they had gone by Pegasus, which still made Sherlock s head spin, they definitely shouldn't be able to fly with that wing span) but Sherlock still didn't fully understand. He didn't know and he didn't like not knowing.

Suddenly a blonde girl, about Percy s age, ran up to them. She smiled and waved, giving Percy a hug (romantic attachment, thought Sherlock, she was trying not to kiss him) and then put her hand out to Sherlock.

"Hi, my name is Annabeth Chase, welcome to Camp Half Blood." She shook his hand.

"Congratulations, I suppose." Said Sherlock.

The girl, Annabeth, looked surprised. "Ummm? How did you know that?" She looked at her hand. "Oh, the ring, pretty obvious I suppose but no one has noticed yet." She smiled. "I heard you were clever, are you sure that you are a son of Poseidon?"

Sherlock shrugged. "I don't know, I mean, I solve crimes for a living." He pointed at a teenager standing about a hundred feet away. "Her, for example. She is supposedly dating the boy next to her but she is obviously secretly dating the boy a few feet away. I mean, look at her, it's obvious."

Percy looked stunned. "Oh.. John was right about you."

"John?" Now it was Sherlock s turn to be surprised.

"Yes, John, you idiot. I've been standing behind you for five minutes and you have already shown off a few times." Said a voice behind him.

Sherlock twizzled around to see his flatmate staring at him."You... You knew all this time? He asked.

John nodded and hugged Sherlock, glad to see his friend again. "Yeah, you were supposed to get a satyr like every other demigod, but you would have deduced what he was before you were ready. So, you got me."

"And you are?" Sherlock looked down, was John not his friend? His one and only friend?

"I'm a son of Ares, the war god. But I'm still your friend, Sherlock, I wasn't lying about that."

Sherlock nodded. "Is it nice here? And I can't just leave London, my brother-"

"-has been informed." Said Annabeth. "He has been protecting you too, along with Greg Lestrade-"

"Lestrade?"

"Yes, son of Athena. He is still in England, scouting for the camp. You can go back, if you want, Sherlock. It's just..."

"Just what?" Sherlock asked, his head spinning.

"I'm sure you can guess."

Sherlock nodded. "Obvious really, judging by everyone's reactions to me . Where is the body?"

Percy blinked. "I am never going to get used to this, it's in the big house, follow me."

Sherlock looked over the hill at a large pine tree and smiled. This place wasn't going to be his home, but he had John here and as long as he had a case, it would be ok. For now...