𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲; 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗌𝖾

Lovely, goddesses

Ivy had seen Frank surrounded by cannibal ogres, facing down an unkillable giant, and even unleashing Thanatos, the god of death. But she'd never seen Frank look as terrified as he did now, finding the two of them passed out in the stables.

"What... ?" Ivy rubbed her eyes, unconsciously tightening her grip around Annabeth and lifting her head to glance at the door. "Oh, hi Frankie"

Frank swallowed. He was dressed in running shoes, dark cargo pants, and a Vancouver Winter Olympics T-shirt with his Roman centurion badge pinned to the neck (which seemed either sad or hopeful to Ivy, now that they were renegades).

He averted his eyes as if the sight of them together (maybe it was the lack of shirts, too) might burn him, which Ivy couldn't help but find funny. If he wasn't looking so flustered, she would've laughed.

"Everyone thinks you've been kidnapped," he informed as Ivy sat up to lazily put her shirt back on, also passing the blonde hers. "We've been scouring the ship. When Coach Hedge finds out—oh, gods, you've been here all night?"

Ivy let out a quiet chuckle as she shook her head. They literally slept together every night.

"Frank!" Annabeth's ears were as red as strawberries, which Ivy thought was actually cute, as she accepted the shirt and quickly put it on, too, apparently not finding the situation as funny as Ivy did. "We just came down here to talk. We–we just fell asleep. Accidentally. That's it."

"Sure, that was it," Ivy smirked, ignoring her girlfriend's unamused look. "Besides, what's with all the fuss? It's not like we can get pregnant."

Frank gaped dramatically and went a darker shade of red, making her finally burst out laughing.

Annabeth nudged her shoulder, which didn't help her stop at all. "Not helping!"

Ivy shrugged as she calmed down, an amused grin on her face. "Just saying. And you guys call me dramatic."

"We'd better..." Frank pointed to the stable doors. "Uh, we're supposed to meet for breakfast. Would you explain what you did—I mean didn't do? I mean... I really don't want that faun—I mean satyr—to kill me."

Frank ran.

Ivy burst out laughing again.

Annabeth rolled her eyes and forced herself not to smile, pulling her up by her hand and dragging her towards their room to change and get ready.

When everyone finally gathered in the mess hall, it wasn't quite as bad as Frank had feared.

Jason and Piper were mostly relieved. Did they think they had fallen off the ship or what. . ? Percy had a knowing smirk while he enjoyed the show and ignored Annabeth's glares, and Leo couldn't stop grinning and muttering, "Classic. Classic."

Only Hazel seemed scandalized, maybe because she was from the 1940s. She kept fanning her face and wouldn't meet any of the girls' eyes.

Naturally, Coach Hedge went ballistic; but Ivy found it hard to take the satyr seriously since he was barely five feet tall and, again, hadn't noticed how they slept together every night.

"Never in my life!" Coach bellowed, waving his bat and knocking over a plate of apples. "Against the rules! Irresponsible!"

"Coach," Annabeth sighed, "it was an accident. We were talking, and we fell asleep."

"Besides," Ivy started, "you're starting to sound like that roman guarding statue."

Hedge narrowed his eyes. "Is that an insult, Thatcher? 'Cause I'll—I'll terminus you, lady!"