(Inspired by Chapter 8 of A Poem About Ares. Onwards!)

Annabeth

"Yes, and Percy Jackson's at the roman camp, and he probably doesn't know who he is."

No one dared to utter a single word. Even Chiron, the trainer of heroes, watched the scene on the side somberly. The war room, filled with counselors from every cabin, stared uncomprehendingly at the man who just spoke. And they had a right to, Jason Grace was a son Jupiter, not Zeus, and therefore a roman.

It was still quite a shock that the mortal enemy of Greece still existed, just like the greeks still existed in all their glory, Rome's legacy had been preserved. What he had just told them was the most guarded secret of the gods, one they had kept secret from their children and protected almost religiously.

Percy Jackson, their leader who's been been missing almost 2 weeks now was in a potenti- no definitely hostile environment. If he so much as made one wrong step, one wrong move he was a goner. The senior councilors were the ones who truly understood Percy and the severity of the situation. Even if they managed to keep him in check which in itself was highly unlikely, he'd probably still act like a goofball. Not to mention the Hero of Olympus barely had a thread of discipline, disrespecting gods and titans almost casually, as if it was completely normal.

The new councilors knew he was the reason they were given a safe haven and the respect that they'd deserved. They might not even be here if it wasn't for the son of Poseidon, still existing in the the mortal world at the mercy of monsters. To them he was an untouchable hero, to see him gone was quite a reality check. It hurt to learn your idol and role model was still mortal in the end was just like you, even though he was offered immortality.

But even then the full attention wasn't on Jason or their recollecting thoughts, it was on the Cabin 6 chair. Or rather the one occupying it. Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena, sat there with a stony passive expression on her face. Everyone was a little surprised by this, even the newly decreed cabin 10 leader, Piper Mclean. Even though she hadn't gotten to know the daughter of Athena that well, she considered the girl a friend. Piper remembered how distraught Annabeth was, looking for her boyfriend, even remembering how long he had been missing to the minute.

And her youthful face stayed that way for the next 6 months. Only a select few were able to bring out any positive emotions from her. Of those were Piper, the only daughter of Aphrodite other than Selina that Annabeth would ever tolerate, and Leo Valdez, the eccentric, energetic, and extravagant son of Hephaestus, among others. It wasn't really a surprise since he could make anyone laugh with his twisted humor, though that wasn't the reason he brought any reaction out of her.

His laid-back attitude reminded her of Percy and it left a bitter taste in her mouth. In fact the reason he spurred any reaction from her was the fact that he was the creator, designer, and executor of the Argo 2. The fact that he was almost done with a year long project in 6 months made her elated, though she didn't show it. She did however try to spend as little time with Jason as possible, even to the point of sending people to ask him of his slowly improving memory.

"Hey, Annabeth!"

She tried ignore the voice, the one that was unconsciously underlayed with pride.

"Yes Jason."

"We need your help to supervise any improvements to the Argo 2, after all who better than the architect of Olympus to help create the greatest single masterpiece in millennia?," he gave her a blinding smile, and even that reminded her of Percy's lopsided grin.

"Yeah, alright," she told him harshly.

"Look I don't know what your problem-"

"You don't know what the problem is?"

"Yes, you seem to hate m-"

"That's because I do," by now there was a small crowd trickling around them, and each and every one of their faces had the same expression of Jason.

He just stood there, gaping in shock at the girl he considered a friend,"What do you mean-"

"I mean," she said slowly, as if talking to a mentally unstable teenager, "that I absolutely unequivocally hate you, and your existence in this camp."

"WHY?!," by now he was getting angry, "I've been nothing BUT nice to you and you look at me like I'm the worst thing to ever happen to you!"

"That's because you are! The camp has already started replacing Percy with looking at you leaves a bitter taste in my mouth!"

Jason just looked at her with even more shock than before,"Look, it's not like I'm trying to take Percy's spot as leader. This is all part of Her-"

"Don't you dare say her name."

He looked at her morosely,"Look it's not like that, I don't want to take his-"

"Just, just stop," she looked about ready to cry, like if his apology reminded her of Percy that much more. She left right then and there, completing the last of her activities. News traveled fast across the premises, and soon everyone knew of her outburst, naming it the 'Cabin Counselor Crack-Up.' When she had to teach archery, no one spoke against her.

Everyone knew that when Percy went missing they needed a replacement swords teacher, and Annabeth refused. After what had transpired earlier that day, the confused demigods now had their answer. She didn't need any more heartache by teaching her boyfriend's job.

Late at night by the campfire everyone but one was participating in the sing-along, led by Will Solace. That one just happened to have all of the attention on her for the 3rd time that day. Annabeth left early, going to sleep.

'What you have done today was unacceptable, the seven must work together if you are to defeat the giants and the second Great prophecy. I will remove the memories of every camper besides you of your outburst. And behave yourself from now on, wouldn't want Percy to get hurt now would we?'

She jerked awake, with a thin layer of sweat covering her body. There was no doubt who the voice was, and she despised it oh so much. True to Hera's words, her siblings greeted her warmly, unafraid of her. While going to the pavilion the whole camp seemed to have no negative reactions around her. She stiffened when she saw Zeus' table, before remembering her dream, and the warning. 'I am the leader of this camp and I have to set an example. It's not Jason's fault it's the fault of that cow.'

So with that in mind and the sky rumbling with thunder at her insult, she greeted the son of Jupiter warmly. Because the camp depended on her while Percy was gone. 'No one can know of my bout of insanity, who am I to lead a camp if I can't keep it together?'

Quintus/Daedalus

I looked around the camp, surveying the demigods. If they went to battle against Kronos' forces they'd be at a definite disadvantage, as they only had around 60 demigods. He knew that both the activities director and the demigods leader, Percy were suspicious of him, his origins, his side in the upcoming Olympian War, and his purpose at the camp. Sure he was a sword teacher, but it wasn't like they couldn't scrape by with the son of Poseidon or Chiron teaching. And they definitely had a right to.

He didn't know his side in the second Titanomachy. He gave the boy a Stygian ice whistle, but the way he looked at it apprehensively and with a hard look as if he trusted someone before and they nearly killed him, he knew that Percy probably wouldn't use it. Added to the fact that as soon as he saw Mrs. O'Leary he tried extra-hard to kill it, as if he had beef with the hellhound, or hellhounds in general. He took it with pursed lips and an insincere "Thanks."

He knew that Chiron was apprehensive around him as he suspected that Quintus wasn't a demigod, and he was partially correct. The centaur suspected that he would betray the camp, but he pushed that thought aside for the fact that he'd get a helping hand around here. And he was right. Quintus had already given Luke Castellan Ariadne's string. Perhaps he knew that the camp wouldn't have any hope in a battle, or perhaps he wanted revenge on Athena, for she branded him with the small partridge on his neck, the sign of a murderer. And that brought him back to- no. He wouldn't think about that.

It was now time for him to descend into his home before anyone got anymore suspicious. He told the trainer of heroes that he needed to travel to the city for some supplies. The centaur graciously offered him Argus as a chauffeur, but he refused. When the centaur tried to pry the answer of why he was adamant on travelling alone, he stayed dead quiet. With thin lips the centaur allowed him his freedom from the camp and wished him safe travel. He knew that all he did just caused the centaur to become more suspicious, but he didn't care. Where he was going he wouldn't see the old trainer again.

So with ill-will and some regrets he left Camp Half Blood. He hailed a taxi and told the driver, "To the Marriott hotel," the closest entrance to the labyrinth. As he was the creator of the maze, he could sense every single entrance in his vicinity. When he reached his destination he walked across the gravelly road to the entrance. On the way there he tripped over a larger rock and held out his arms to stop him from the fate of a faceplant.

When he got up and looked at his calloused hands he saw the scratches, leaking and trickling oil out of the cuts ever so slowly. He tried to stop it, he really did- but he couldn't. The memories of his traitorous actions, of lying to Chiron and the questers, of giving Luke the secret to navigate the labyrinth, and worst of all, the memory of how he got marked by Athena. The reason whenever his animus transferred to a new automaton body, he still had to feel the pain of being marked by wretched partridge, then having it appear on his neck. The death of his precious son, and the murder of his nephew in his bitterness...

(To be continued...Alright I'm not that cruel, I'll update later today, just thought the one-shot was a little long, so I decided to make it a two-shot. Favorite, Follow, and above all Review. 'Till next time.)