Stuff happens, yadda yadda.... Ooh! And I faint for the first time in my life!!!

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Heimdall obligingly sent me back, muttering something about "going where you're needed" I opened my eyes, and stepped out of the rainbow, frowning at the burn mark left behind on the grass. "PERCY!!! GET YOUR DAM BUTT UP HERE AND HELP!!" Only one person spoke like that....

And there she was! My dearest sister Beth. She and Laura were standing back to back, fighting off a horde of empousai, while Feathers and Grover were fending off some pissed hellhounds. The kids were nowhere to be seen.

"LANGUAGE!" I yelled at Beth, before jumping on top of one of the hellhounds. "Heads up!" It looked up in alarm, to be met with Riptide in the face. Before he disintegrated, I jumped on to the next one, stabbing him in the back. Wait a sec, there are female hellhounds as well, so did I just stab a he, or was it a she.... "-CY YOU IDIOT! FOCUS! YOU CAN'T DIE, BUT WE CAN. AND I'M JUST THIRTEEN, I'VE STILL GOT A LIFE TO LIVE! AND I AM NOT DYING BEFORE I GET A BOYFRIEND-"

"CHILL!" I finished off the hellhounds, before cutting through the last few empousai. "T-thanks, Perce." Grover panted. "Where are the kids?" I asked.

"Here!" They jumped down from a tree. "That was awesome!!! How did you do that? Can we learn too? Since when did mom get so good at fighting? Percy, nice to see ya!" They kept on going, until Beth whacked them upside the head. "Sorry, ADHD-"

"Yeah, now calm down, while the grown ups talk." I said, and Beth put an arm around each Barton kid, and was going to sit down in the shade with them, when I said, "Not you, sis." She acted like she didn't hear me, and kept on walking, whistling loudly. I snapped my fingers, and she was beside me, her shoes frozen to the ground, while the others were transported next to their parents.

"Were there any more?" I asked. Clint shook his head. "Cool! Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to have an important conversation with a certain Stark. And chill, cuz monsters wont attack with me here." I then turned to Beth. "I distinctly remember telling Grover to send a satyr, or come himself, not to bring you along. What are you doing here?" She rolled her eyes. "Don't you look at me like that. You know that I can pull rank at camp, right? No canoeing, fighting, or pegasi for you, unless you give me a good enough reason. Now, spill!"

She started, and boy, she didn't stop. From whatever I managed to catch from her rambling, Grover had announced that he was going to bring in a family, and asked if any demigod would come and help. Will offered to go, since it was his half-brother they were going to pick up. Just as they were going to leave, Nico suddenly appeared on Half-Blood Hill, unconscious, and shifting into shadow. "Wait, that cant be happening. He's his father's lieutenant." I interrupted. "Far ahead of ya, bro. It happened. Now will you let me finish?" I made a carry-on gesture. So, Will stayed back to look after Death Breath, and Beth snuck out after Grover, hoping to help him.

"Your head is really as full as kelp as mine is, sis. Just think, you are a child of the Big Three. Your scent is stronger than the whole of their family combined. Did it ever occur to you that you were putting them in more danger by going?"

She looked ashamed of herself. "I didn't think of it that way, Percy. I'm sorry." She said. Her lip jutting out, she looked exactly like a baby about to cry. I felt guilty. I shouldn't have been that harsh on her, heck, I was even more impulsive at that age. Looks like we had even more in common.

"C'mere, Coral Face." I gave her a hug, and ruffled her hair. "Next time, I want you to think first and act later, 'Kay? Maybe run your plans by Malcolm or one of his siblings first? Gods know better than to ask me!" All five of us shared a laugh at my expense.

Lila and Cooper came running up to us. They looked at Beth in awe. "You're a daughter of Poseidon? And the niece of Tony Stark?" She gave them a mischievous smile. "Yup."

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