Titan's Curse Rewrite

Cammie's starting this one off, friends :)

THE RESCURE OPERATION GOES DRASTICLY WRONG

Winter break had just begun. Christmas was next week. And already, something dangerous to do. Mom packed Percy and I an overnight bag and a few deadly weapons and took us to a new boarding school. We picked up our friends Annabeth and Thalia on the way.

It was an eight-hour drive from New York to Bar Harbor, Main. Sleet and snow pounded the highway. Annabeth, Thalia, and Percy and I hadn't seen each other in months, but between the blizzard and the thought of what we were about to do, we were too nervous to talk much. Except for mom. She talks more when she's nervous. By the time we finally got to Westover Hall, it was getting dark, and she'd told Annabeth and Thalia every embarrassing baby story there was to tell.

Thalia wiped the fog off the car window and peered outside. "Oh, yeah. This'll be fun."

Westover Hall looked like an evil knight's castle. It was all black stone, with towers and slit windows and a big set of wooden double doors. It stood on a snowy cliff overlooking this big frosty forest on one side and the gray churning ocean on the other.

"Are you sure you don't want me to wait?" mom asked.

I just smiled at her. "No, that's fine. We don't know how long it's going to take. We'll be okay."

"But how will you get back? I'm worried Cammie."

It was endearing, really. At least for me. Living at Gallagher for most of the year, I didn't get to see my mom fret over me. It was nice.

Percy leaned over. "We'll be fine, mom."

"It's okay, Ms. Jackson," Annabeth smiled reassuringly. Her blond hair was tucked into a ski cap and her gray eyes were the same color as the ocean. "We'll keep them out of trouble."

My mom seemed to relax a bit. She thinks Annabeth is the most levelheaded demigod to hit eight grade. She's sure Annabeth often keeps us from getting killed. She's right, of course. But she wasn't the only one doing the saving.

"All right, dears," mom said. "Do you have everything you need?"

"Yes, Ms. Jackson," Thalia said. "Thanks for the ride."

"Extra sweaters? You have my cell phone number?"

"Mom—"

"Your ambrosia and nectar, Percy? And a golden drachma in case you need to contact camp?"

"Mom, seriously! We'll be fine. Come on guys."

Regret flashed in Percy's eyes, and I could feel how sorry he was about that, but he just jump out. Annabeth and Thalia thanked mom one more time before following. I leaned forward from the back seat, and grabbed her hand.

"I've got some ambrosia and nectar in my bag, and a few drachmas in my pocket," I told her. "Percy's the same. We know the number by heart, and I packed Percy some wooly socks. You know how he gets when his feet are cold."

Mom squeezed my hand, and gave me a teary smile.

"You'll watch out for your brother?" she asked.

"You know I don't trust anyone to watch him as closely as I do." I studied her a few beats longer. "He understands you're just worried. He's just a little embarrassed."

She smiled. "Too many baby stories?"

"Just maybe. It's kind of humiliating being a big bad hero of Olympus who needs his mom to drive him to his battles."

"How else were you going to get here?"

"Well there were several ways, this is just the most legal one. He'll get over it. In fact, I think he already is." I leaned forward and kissed my mother on her cheek. "Love you."

I grabbed my pack and got out, joining the others. The wind blew hard. Once mom's car was out of sight, Thalia said, "Your mom is so cool, Percy."

"She's pretty okay," he admitted. "What about you? You ever get in touch with your mom?"

I stomped on his foot, cutting off any mom stupid from exiting his mouth. Thalia was great at giving evil looks, what with the punk clothes she always wears—the ripped-up army jacket, black leather pants and chin jewelry, the black eyeliner and those intense blue eyes. But the look she gave Percy now was perfect evil "ten". "Thanks, Sweetheart," Thalia said to me. "Stomp some sense into that brother of yours. If that was any of his business—"

"We'd better get inside," Annabeth interrupted. "Grover will be waiting."

Thalia looked at the castle and shiver. "You're right. Wonder what he found here that made him send the distress call."

I stared up at the dark towers of Westover Hall. "Nothing good, I suspect." I loop my arm through Percy's, and start pulling him toward the school.

Just so you know, I told him through our mind bond. I stomped on your foot mostly for the way you treated mom.

He hung his head a bit. I know.

Just as long as you're aware.

"How are you not shivering?" Annabeth asked, wrapping her arms tighter around her.

"My jacket works like a sort of windbreaker," I told her, zipping it up. "Don't get me wrong, I'm freezing. But the wind's not hitting me like it is you."

"It's a nice jacket," Thalia said. "Where'd you get it?"

"Christmas present from my roommate Bex. It's a spy jacket." I dusted the snow off the sleeve proudly.

"A Christmas present?" Thalia asked. "It's not even Christmas yet."

"Gallagher gives us a month off for winter break. They like us to spend as much time with our families as we can, especially during the holidays. When Grover asked for help, we opened our gifts up early.

"Do I even want to know what it does?" Annabeth asked.

"Oh, most defiantly!" I gushed. "The pockets have these little catches in the fabric, which opens up to secret pockets. It's got a GPS in the secret right pocket. Paper thin, water proof, indestructible! In the left hand secret pocket, there are napotine patches—basically you slap one of these bad-boys on someone and they pass out—and—and emergency duct tape! And a thing of super strong, super thin rope. And then, in the bottom lining of the jacket in the back, there are lock picking tools, and a tiny tinny gasmask in the collar. Behind the label, there's a compartment with over fifty different types of currency. Who knows what else there is to it." I smiled broadly, almost shaking with excitement. "I haven't even figured out all the perks!"

"Okay, calm down, Cam," Percy laughed. "Don't explode."

"That's awesome," Thalia said in awe. "Where can I get one of those?"

"Langley maybe?" I teased. "But I got something just as cool from my other roommate, Liz."

I pulled a pair of black rimmed glasses out of my pocket, and handed them over to Annabeth. "Take a look at that sign over there."

She did so uncertainly. Watching her eyes light up in total amazement was probably the coolest thing I'd seen all day.

"H-how," she gasped.

"That's the fun side to having a genius as a roommate."

Thalia took them from her and looked for herself. "No. Way. How is this even possible?"

I shrugged, taking them back, putting them on myself. "Liz is a prodigy. She knows about my dyslexia, and how the only language I can read is Greek, so she created a device that can translate about fourteen of the most common languages to Greek. Somehow, she's transferred that tech into these glasses."

"I'm going to Gallagher," Annabeth states factually.

I smirk. "It's a bundle of trouble just waiting to explode," I told her. "You'd fit right in."

The oak doors groaned open, and the four of us stepped into the entry hall in a swirl of snow.

"Whoa," Percy huffed.

The place was huge. The walls were lined with battle flags and weapon displays: antique rifles, battle axes, and a bunch of other stuff.

"I mean, I know Westover is a military school," Percy said. "But the decorations seem a bit overkill. Literally."

I shrugged. "Kind of looks like Gallagher, just not as classy." Percy gave me a bizarre look, and I just shrugged. "You know what type of school it is. Don't look so surprised."

Still, I kept my hand near my necklace, where my nameless sword lay in its hiding form. Percy's hand reached in his pocket for Riptide, and Thalia was rubbing her silver bracelet, her favorite magic item. There was something off about this place. A fight was coming.

Annabeth started to say, "I wonder where—"

The doors slammed shut behind us.

"Oo-kay," Percy mumbled. "Guess we'll stay awhile."

I smirked at him. "What? Not up for a little education?"

He elbowed me softly. Music echoed for the other end of the hall. It sounded like dance music.

We stashed our overnight bags behind a pillar and started down the hall. We hadn't gone very far when I heard footsteps on the stone floor, and a man and woman marched out of the shadows to intercept us.

They both had short gray hair and black military-style uniforms with red trim. The woman had a wispy mustache, and the guy was clean-shaven. Slightly backwards. They both walked stiffly, like they had broomsticks taped to their spines. I had seen several teachers walk just like them at Gallagher. Though most of them had grace in their step.

"Well?" the woman demanded. "What are you doing here?"

The others fumbled slightly. I smiled the charming and polite smile Madam Dabney had taught us girls back at school. The key was to remain calm and unflustered while lying your butts off about sneaking into a school you didn't even go to. "Ma'am, we're just—"

"Ha!" the man snapped, which irritated me. He didn't even give me a chance to lie. How was I going to practice practical use of lying when this man doesn't even let me get a full sentence out? "Visitors are not allowed at the dance! You shall be eee-jected!"

He had an accent—French. But it didn't really fit. Everything about him seemed…not completely normal. He was tall, with a hawkish face. His nostrils flared when he spoke, which made it really hard to not stare up his nose, and his eyes were two different colors—one brown, one blue—like an alley cat's. And while looks do not determine what kind of person you are, it's the little things about you that can give you away. Like little marks on your skin, scuffs on your shoes, dusty marks on your clothing, calluses on your hands. Even your fingernails and teeth can tell someone with a trained eye what sort of person you are. And this man was a little too clean cut and neatly sorted. Not a mark nor a nick on his person. His teeth were a dentists dream, his clothes passed any generals inspection, and his hands were without a single buildup of skin. He was so perfect, it was like he wasn't even human at all.

I figured he was about to throw us out into the snow, and was going to lay on some thick charm, just as Madam Dabney taught us, when Thalia stepped forward and did something very weird.

She snapped her fingers. The sound was sharp and loud. Maybe it was just my imagination, but I felt a gust of wind ripple out form her hand, across the room. It washed over all of us, making the banners rustle on the wall.

"Oh, but we're not visitors, sir," Thalia said. "We go to school here. You remember: I'm Thalia. And this is Annabeth, Percy and Cameron. We're in the eighth grade."

The male teacher narrowed his two-colored eyes. I didn't know what Thalia was thinking. Now we'd probably get punished for lying and thrown in the snow. But the man seemed to hesitate.

He looked at his colleague. "Ms. Gottschalk, do you know these students?"

I could hear Percy giggling in my mind. Got Chalk? He laughed.

Not now!

I'm sorry, it's just…Got Chalk?

The woman blinked, like someone had just woken her up from a trance. "I…yes. I believe I do, sir." She frowned at us. "Annabeth. Thalia. Percy, Cameron. What are you doing away from the gymnasium?"

Before we could answer, I heard more footsteps, and Grover ran up, breathless. "You made it! You—"

He stopped short when he saw the teachers. "Oh, Mrs. Gottschalk. Dr. Thorn! I, uh—"

"What is it, Mr. Underwood?" said the man. His tone made it clear that he detested Grover. "What do you mean, they made it? These students live here."

Grover swallowed. "Yes, sir. Of course, Dr. Thorn. I just meant, I'm so glad they made…the punch for the dance! The punch is great. And they made it!"

Dr. Thorn glared at us. He looked like he wanted to pitch us off the castle's highest tower, but then Mrs. Gottschalk said dreamily, "Yes the punch is excellent. Now run along, all of you. You are not to leave the gymnasium again!"

We didn't want to be told twice. We left with a lot of "Yes, ma'ams" and "Yes, sirs" and a couple of salutes, just because it seemed like the right thing to do.

Grover hustled us down the all in the direction of the music.

I could feel the teachers' eyes on my back, but I walked closely to Thalia and asked in a low voice, "How did you do that finger-snap thing?"

"You mean the Mist? Hasn't Chiron shown you how to do that yet?"

Uh, no? Chiron was our head trainer at camp, but he'd never shown me or Percy anything like that. Why had he shown Thalia and not us?

Grover hurried us to a door that had GYM written on the glass. I still had my glasses on, so I could read it perfectly. I liked that.

"That was close!" Grover said. "Thank gods you got here!"

Us girls all hugged Grover. Percy gave him some kind of bro-five or whatever males do.

It was good to see him after so long. He'd gotten taller, and a few more whiskers were poking out of his chin, but otherwise, he was the same old goat passing for a human—a red cap on his curly brown hair to hid his goat horns, baggy jeans and sneakers with fake feet to hid his furry legs and hooves. He was wearing a black T-shirt that said WESTOVER HALL: GRUNT. I wasn't sure if that was, like, Grover's rank, or maybe just the school motto.

"So what's the emergency?" Percy asked.

Grover took a deep breath. "I found two."

"Half-Bloods?" I asked, amazed. "Here?"

Grover nodded.

I whistled, impressed. Finding one half-blood was rare enough. This year, Chiron had put the satyrs on emergency overtime and sent them all over the country, scouring schools from fourth grade through high school for possible recruits. These were desperate times. We were losing campers. We needed all the new fighters we could find. The problem was, there just weren't that many demigods out there.

"A brother and a sister," he said. "They're ten and twelve. I don't know their parentage, but they're strong. We're running out of time, though. I need help."

"Monsters," Thalia asked.

"One." Grover looked nervous. "He suspects. I don't think he's positive yet, but this is the last day of term. I'm sure he won't just let them leave campus without finding out. It may be our last chance! Every time I try and get close to them, he's always there, blocking me. I don't know what to do!"

Grover looked at Thalia desperately. I tried not to be too peeved at that. But it used to be that Grover looked to Percy and I for answers. Hello? Last summer ringing any bells? But I suppose Thalia had seniority. Not just because her daddy was Zeus. She was more experienced than any of us with fending off monsters in the real world. Still, not a cool feeling.

"Right," she said. "These half-bloods are at the dance?"

Grover nodded.

"Then let's dance," Thalia said. "Who's the monster?"

"Oh," Grover said, and looked around nervously. "You just met him. The vice principal, Dr. Thorn."

I snapped my fingers. "Knew it!"

Percy gave me a mocking pat on the back. "Congratulations."

Weird thing about military schools, or any school with stick dress codes really: the kids go absolutely nuts when there's a special event and they get to be out of uniform. You should see the girls at Gallagher when we have special events or get to go out into town. More than enough times has Bex scaled me with an iron trying to straighten my hair, and Liz almost poking my eyes out with a mascara wand. I guess it's because everything's so strict the rest of the time, they feel like they've got to overcompensate or something.

There were black and red balloons all over the gym floor, and guys were kicking them in each other's faces, or trying to strangle each other with the crepe-paper streamers taped to the walls. Girls moved around in football huddles, the way they always do, wearing lots of makeup and spaghetti-strap tops and brightly colored pants and shoes that looked like the torture devices I'd seen in Tina's closet. Every once in a while they'd surround some poor guy like a pack of piranhas, shrieking and giggling, and when they finally moved on, the guy would have ribbons in his hair and a bunch of lipstick graffiti all over his face. Some of the older guys looked more like…well, Percy—uncomfortable, hanging out at the edges of the gym and trying to hide, like any minute they might have to fight for their lives. Of course, in our case, it was true…

"There they are." Grover nodded toward a couple of younger kids arguing in the bleachers. "Bianca and Nico di Angelo."

The girl wore a floppy green cap, like she was trying to hide her face. The boy was obviously her little brother. They both had dark silky hair and olive skin, and they used their hands a lot as they talked. The boy was shuffling some kind of trading cards. His sister seemed to be scolding him about something. She kept looking around like she sensed something was wrong.

"Annabeth said, "Do they…I mean, have you told them?"

Grover shook his head. "You know how it is. That could put them in more danger. Once they realize who they are, their scent becomes stronger."

He looked at Percy and I, and we nodded. I'd never completely understood what half-bloods "smell" like to monsters and satyrs, but I knew that your scent could get you killed. And the more powerful a demigod you became, the more you smelled like a monster's lunch.

"So let's grab them and get out of here," Percy said.

We started forward, but Thalia put her hand on my shoulder. The vice principal, Dr. Thorn, had slipped out of a doorway near the bleachers and was standing near the di Angelo siblings. He nodded coldly in our direction. His blue eye seemed to glow.

Judging from his expression, I guess thorn hadn't been fooled by Thalia's trick with the Mist after all. He suspected who we were. He was just waiting to see why we were here.

"Don't look at the kids," Thalia ordered. "We have to wait for a chance to get them. We need to pretend we're not interested in them. Throw him off the scent."

"How?"

"We're four powerful half-bloods. Our presence should confuse him. Mingle. Act natural. Do some dancing. But keep an eye on those kids."

"Dancing?" Annabeth asked.

Thalia nodded. She cocked her ear to the music and made a face. "Ugh. Who chose Jesse McCartney?"

Grover looked hurt. "I did."

"Oh my gods, Grover. That's so lame. Can't you play, like, Green Day or something?"

"Green who?"

"Never mind. Let's dance."

"But I can't dance!"

"You can if I'm leading," Thalia said. "Come on, goat boy."

Grover yelped as Thalia grabbed his hand and led him onto the dance floor.

Annabeth smiled.

"What?" Percy asked.

"Nothing. It's just cool to have Thalia back."

Annabeth had beat Percy in height since last summer. It was kind of funny watching Percy squirm in discomfort at the thought. She used to wear no jewelry except for her Camp Half-Blood bead necklace, but now she wore little silver earrings shaped like owls—the symbol of her mother, Athena. She pulled off her ski cap, and her log blond hair tumbled down her shoulders. It made her look older.

"So…" Percy said awkwardly. "Design any good buildings lately?"

Annabeth's eyes lit up, the way they always did when she talked about architecture. "Oh my gods, Percy. At my new school, I get to take 3-D design as an elective, and there's this cool computer program…"

She went on to explain how she'd designed this huge monument that she wanted to build at Ground Zero in Manhattan. She talked about structural supports and facades and stuff. She wanted to be a super architect when she grew up—she loves math and historical buildings and all that. She reminds me of Liz a lot of the time, just with more butt-kicking, and hiding knives in her sleeves. Liz is more of a chemical warfare kind of gall.

I smirked to myself. This was cute. This was so unbelievably cute. Watching Percy try to look like he understood what she was saying. And I knew he was trying really hard, but there's only so much a Percy brain can understand. Still, watching the two of them was like watching your favorite couple on TV. I ship them, I really do.

"Yeah, uh, cool," Percy said. "So you're staying there the rest of the year, huh?"

Her face got dark. "Well, maybe, if I don't—"

"Hey!" Thalia called to us. She was slow dancing with Grover, who was tripping all over himself, kicking Thalia in the shins, and looking like he wanted to die.

"Dance, you guys!" Thalia ordered. "You look stupid just standing there."

Percy looked nervously at both me and Annabeth, then at the groups of girls who were roaming the gym.

"Well?" Annabeth said.

"Um, who should I ask?"

Annabeth's fidgeted slightly. "You're standing with two girls."

"Oh…right…"

The moment Percy started reaching for me, I spun away, gallivanting off. "Good thing I have my dancing shoes on," I sang. "I'm off to go find a boy. Tootles, you two!"

"W-wait, what!? No, no, no, no! You are not asking some boy to dance! You understand?" Percy yelled after me. "No boy is going to put his hands on my little sister! I'll kill them before they do that!"

"Keep an eye on him for me, won't you, Annabeth," I asked sweetly, literally skipping off, humming a tune under my breath. I skimmed the crowds before spotting a boy with ginger hair and a pair of thick wire rimmed glasses standing all by himself. He seemed to stop breathing as I ran up to him and asked, "Hey, would you mind if I danced with you for a bit?"

He stuttered, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "M-me?"

I nodded. "Yeah, would you mind?"

He shook his head, his face turning madly red. "I-if you want t-to, that's f-fine?" He made it sound like a question.

"Cool, thanks."

We started dancing. He was actually a fantastic dancer. Didn't stumble or anything, and he didn't hold my hands in a death grip either.

"So what's your name?" I asked.

"Flinn," he said.

"I'm Cammie," I told him. "You're a very good dance, Flinn."

He smiled, almost proudly. "T-thanks."

We danced for a bit longer, mostly in silence. And then I did that really not okay thing that little siblings with twin telepathy do sometimes when they want to see how badly their big brother is screwing up with the girl. I sort of tapped into his mind.

"What were you saying earlier?" Percy asked. "Are you having trouble at school or something?"

Though Percy's eyes, I saw her purse her lips. "It's not that. It's my dad."

I tried to keep my face free of scowls for old Flinn's sake. I knew Annabeth had a rocky relationship with her father.

"I thought it was getting better with you two. Is it your stepmom again?" Percy inquired.

Annabeth sighed. "He decided to move. Just when I was getting settled in New York, he took this stupid new job researching for a World War 1 book. In San Francisco."

She said this the same way she might say Fields of Punishment or Hades' gym shorts.

"Are you sure this is okay?" Flinn's voice asked. My sight snapped back to my own.

I smiled at him quizzically. "Why wouldn't it be?"

He looked over at Percy, almost in fear. "He was yelling something before…"

I stifled a laugh, though by the look on his face, not well enough. "Don't worry," I told him. "I'll protect you."

I heard Percy once again. "So he wants you to move out there with him?"

"To the other side of the country," she said miserably. "And half-bloods can't live in San Francisco. He should know that."

"What? Why not?"

Annabeth rolled her eyes. "You know. It's right there."

"Oh," Percy said. Do you know what she's talking about? He asked me.

Not a clue. I was too curious now to feel embarrassed at being caught.

"So…you'll go back to living at camp or what?" Percy asked.

"It's more serious than that, Percy. I…I probably should tell you something."

She froze, suddenly. "They're gone."

With my own eyes to look over at the bleachers. And sure enough, the di Angelos were gone. As was Dr. Thorn. Which was just wonderful.

I faintly heard something through the bond about finding Thalia and Grover. I stopped spinning with Flinn, and dropped his hands. "Thank you for the dance," I said. "You were a wonderful dancer. Keep dancing like that and all the girls will being lining up for you." And with that, I ran off to my brother's side.

He was being mobbed by a group of girls. I took a fraction of a second enjoying the humor of it before coming to his rescue. "Okay, get along, keep moving!" I yelled, pushing the girls away. "He doesn't have time for your games. He has hero stuff to do."

Once all the girls were gone, and Percy was free from their grips, we started to move for our friends. "Thanks," he mumbled.

"Not a problem," I said, looking around. "Where did they go off to?"

Percy tapped my shoulder. "Cam…"

He pointed to something about fifty feet away, lying on the gym floor. It was a floppy green cap just like the one Bianca di Angelo had been wearing. Near it were a few scattered trading cards. Then I caught a glimpse of Dr. Thorn. He was hurrying out a door at the opposite end of the gym, steering the di Angelo kids by the scruffs of their necks, like kittens.

I still couldn't find any of our friends anywhere. Growling in frustration, I pulled Percy towards where I'd seen Dr. Thorn go out.

"We need to find the others," my brother said.

"Those kids need our help now," I said. "We don't have time to wait for them."

Percy stared at me, debating it himself, before nodding and pulling out Riptide. "Let's go."

The door led into a dark hallway. I heard the sound of scuffling up ahead, then a painful grunt. I pulled at my necklace, transforming it into its true form: a bronze Greek sword, about three feet long, the names of all its owners carved into its surface. Percy uncapped Riptide, creating his own Greek sword with leather grip. Together, the blades cast a golden light on the rows of lockers.

We jogged down the corridor, but when we got to the other end, no one was there. Percy opened a door and we found ourselves back in the main entry hall. We had gotten completely turned around somehow. Dr. Thorn was nowhere in sight, but there on the opposite side of the room were the di Angelo kids. They stood frozen in horror, staring right at us.

We advanced slowly on them, lowing our weapons. "It's okay," I said. "We're here to help you."

They didn't answer. Their eyes were full of fear. What was wrong with them? Where was Dr. Thorn? Maybe he'd sensed the presence of our two swords and retreated. Monsters hated celestial bronze weapons.

"My name's Percy," my brother said. "We're going to take you out of here, get you somewhere safe."

Bianca's eyes widened. Her fists clenched. Only too late did I realize what her look meant. She wasn't afraid of us. She was trying to warn us.

I whirled around, immediately jumping back. "Percy, get back—"

Something went WHIISH! Percy shouted out in pain, slamming back into the wall.

"Percy!" I screamed, running to grab him.

A cold laugh echoed through the hall.

"Yes, Perseus Jackson," Dr. Thorn said. His accent mangled the J of our last name. "I know who you are." He spared me a glance. "And you must be that annoying brat of a little sister, Cameron Jackson."

I tried pulling the foot-long, black dagger-like projectile out of my brother's shoulder, glowering at the monster. "I'm going to kill you," I hissed through gritted teeth. "I'm going to fu—"

"Uh, uh, uh!" Dr. Thorn scolded, moving toward us. He still looked human, but his face was ghoulish. He had perfect white teeth and his brown/blue eyes reflected the light of our swords. "No cussing." He chuckled slightly. "Thank you for coming out of the gym. I hate middle school dances."

I raised my sword and made a move towards him.

WHIIIISH! A second projectile shot from somewhere behind Dr. Thorn. He didn't appear to move. It was as if someone invisible were standing behind him, throwing knives.

Next to me, Bianca yelped. The second thorn impaled itself in the stone wall, half an inch from her face.

"All four of you will come with me," Dr. Thorn said. "Quietly. Obediently."

I scoffed. "Quiet and obedient are not traits I hold in my list of character traits, buster."

"Then learn quickly, Cameron. If you make a single noise, if you call out for help or try to fight, I will show you just how accurately I can throw."

WWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOP! FIRST CHAPTER GUYS! ARE YOU EXCITED, I'M EXCITED! THIS IS HAPPENING, THIS IS A THING! THIRD TIME AROUND YOU'D THINK I'D BE LESS EXCITED, BUT I'M NOT! IT'S BEGUN, MY PEOPLE. IT HAS BEGUN. TITAN'S CURSE HAS BEGUN. DANG. FORGOT TO TURN OFF CAPS LOCK. OH WELL.

Okay, caps lock off. No fun. So I've gotten about three chapter written out already, but I'm going to continue with my weekly upload schedule. This will hopefully give me time to write out other chapters without freaking out, and help me to not relapse into that horrible lack of updating that I did during the last fic. So yeah…See you in a week, I guess.

And if you've read the one shot Christmas special and it doesn't match up with the story, I've had to go back and fix that, so it did...so yeah, thanks guys, love ya.

Tootles, my nerdletts.