A/N: Prompted for me by writeme-awayfrome here on tumblr, but to be honest the story ran away from me and Percy and Jason took over without me saying it was okay. Stupid sons of the Big Three. I hope you enjoy!

Reyna's jaw drops, a smile behind it. "A brick?"

Piper nods, laughing. "And then a horse. And then snow. And literally everything that could possibly knock you out has knocked Jason out. The other day I picked up the cornucopia for lunch and bam! A brisket knocks him in the temple and he's down for the count."

Now Reyna's laughing so hysterically that tears are streaming down her cheeks. "Oh, god, that's like the time he got thrown off by a war chant involving some very descriptive expletives about him in the shower and got slammed on the head by a shield two years ago."

At this point, Piper literally falls out of her chair cracking up.

Annabeth, to try and disarm her collapsed friend further, throws in the fact that Percy's attempts to be romantic tend to fall at the same points as massive life-or-death battles, "Kind of a tradition, really? Like, are you serious?!"

"Is there something about demigod guys where they are just emotionally incompetent?" giggles Reyna.

Annabeth shrugs. "Honestly, I think their superpowers take up the brain space that most people use for processing information." She glances over to where her boyfriend sat with Jason. "Though they did leave the kissing abilities intact."

"You've got that right," says Piper, "like with how dumb Jason was about Reyna when we first all met? What the Hades was that?"

Reyna rolls her eyes with a smile. "Like it's a good idea to make that move without checking to see if your girlfriend gets along with your former partner. If we'd hated each other we would've just killed Jason, not each other. That wouldn't make sense."

Piper shrugs. "Sounds about right to me. He didn't think through the 'two girls' problem."

Annabeth, at this point, lets out a groan of exasperation that's so loud people can hear it across the fields of Camp Jupiter. "Don't even get me STARTED on that one!"

From the other side of the dining area, Jason and Percy are watching the three girls, nervous.

"They're laughing pretty hard," says Jason, "think it's about us?"

Percy's expression is stony. "If there's one thing I've learned over the years, it's that if Annabeth's laughing, it's probably because of me."

"Because of you?" Jason asks. "Well that's good. You make her laugh. That's important, right?"

"No," replies Percy somberly, "not when you're the joke. I get scared when the three of them get together. They're like a trifecta of…of…evil."

"I wouldn't say evil," comments Jason, "I think I'd call it a trifecta of terrifying intellect. They think so much together that it scares me."

Percy laughs. "I understand that."

The two turn their gazes back to the girls. "Oh, no," whines Jason. Before Percy can respond, his head has dropped into his folded arms on the table. "No, no, no."

"What now?" asks Percy. He looks over at Piper, who's laughing. "Oh, come on, It can't be worse than Annabeth describing our first kiss in Paris to people in front of the whole Camp."

"It is," Jason halfway sobs, "see what Reyna's acting out?"

Percy turns and sees Reyna standing, turning around in circles and doing what he could only describe as a bastardized Irish jig. "Does she dance in her spare time?" Percy asks. "I don't see what that has to do with -"

"She's reenacting my battle with Krios," grumbles Jason.

"Do you dance in your spare time?" Percy asks with a smirk.

"Can it, Jackson, don't think I don't know about your twirling hurricane ballet against Hyperion." Percy's surprised that Jason knows about it, but lets the comment roll of his back. The dancing is too interesting to ignore.

"So what happened exactly?" Percy asks. "Can't be worse than the time I basically forgot my anniversary with Annabeth."

"Of course it is."

Percy's eyebrows shoot up. "Yeah, a Titan warrior vs. a pissed off Annabeth? You sure you'd take Annabeth?"

"Good point."

Percy glances back over to where the girls are sitting. "So what happened?"

Jason sighs as Reyna conveniently stops the reenactment right before the pretty awesome backflip kick he tried. That was the culmination of the battle – he won because of that movie, and Reyna always tended to ignore it. It's definitely not fair. "Krios tried to set me on fire so I had to...run away a little bit."

"A little bit? What happened to being a hero?"

Jason rolls his eyes. "I'm sorry, Mister Waterbaby, but the next time you get set on fire and can't put it out on your own with your superpowers, let's have this conversation."

"Couldn't you have summoned rain?"

"Not without taking, I don't know, thirty seconds to set up a storm?" Jason gives Percy a look. "Do you really think I had that much time?"

"You have a point," says Percy.

The two look over that the three girls, only to realize that they're all making their way over.

"Oh, gods," squeaks Percy. "Are they gonna kill us?"

"I don't wanna get knocked out by my girlfriend again," Jason says in an almost whimper.

"Were you talking about us, boys?" Annabeth asks, arms folded and a devious grin across her face.

"Well, we were talking about you, talking about us," counters Percy. Jason sighs. It's a decent attempt at a comeback, but not good enough. Jason would have to remember that Percy against Annabeth meant a good deal of brain mush on Percy's part.

"I liked your interpretation of Jason's Krios dance," Percy blurts out. Jason shoots him a look.

"What happened to the Big Three solidarity, you traitor?!" exclaims Jason.

Percy shoots him a look. "Sorry, dude," Percy replies, "but if I have to pick a side, I'd side with the Scary Three over the son of Zeus."

Jason sighs, a bit defeated. "Yeah," he replies, "I think I would too."