A/N: Here is part two of this little two shot, because, hello, you can't have Percy's demigodliness without Annabeth! Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson.

Percy got up and grabbed a flashlight and prism off of a book shelf. Paul hadn't paid much attention to them before, but the intrigued him now.

Paul stared as the teenager threw a gold coin into the rainbow. It didn't hit the ground on the other side. It simply disappeared and Percy muttered, "O! Iris, goddess of the rainbow, please accept my offering. Show me Annabeth Chase, at Camp Half Blood."

The rainbow shimmered, and Paul had to blink a couple times to make sure he was seeing things correctly. In place of the rainbow, there was an image of a pretty blonde girl holding- oh my god was that a gun? She seemed to be telling someone off.

"Connor! Travis! You're supposed to be inventorying the weapons, not practicing with them."

"Annabeth!" Percy exclaimed. Her attention snapped towards the rainbow, and she had fallen into a fighting stance almost instinctively, the gun pointed at the screen.

"Di immortales Wise Girl," Percy said laughing. "It's just me."

"Vlacas, Seaweed Brain. You almost gave me a heart attack," She lowered the gun and relaxed her posture.

Was all this cursing in ancient languages normal?

"Nice gun." Percy commented. "Mossberg 500?" He guessed, and Annabeth smiled at him. Paul wanted to look away and give them some privacy, but the way these two kids handled the weapons like they were no big deal was mesmerizing in the same way as a horror movie. He was so scared he wanted to run away, but couldn't force his eyes to move.

"Aw, Percy, did you actually pay attention in Malcolm's weapons class?" Annabeth said, teasing.

"You wish," Percy countered, his smile reaching his eyes for the first time that day. "It's from playing Call of Duty." He didn't even have the decency to sound a little ashamed.

Annabeth stared at him like he had gone absolutely bonkers. "The Fates know how you're still alive," she muttered.

There was a loud crash in the background followed by a long drawn out groan. The two demigods exchanged looks, like they were debating whose turn it was to take care of the situation. Annabeth seemed to lose the silent war so she turned away from the screen and snapped, "Stoll, just get out. " She sounded royally exasperated.

"Which one?" Came the cheeky reply.

"Both of you," Annabeth snapped. Two identical faces came into view, grinning like twin Cheshire cats.

"Oh hey, Perce!" One exclaimed.

"'Sup Travis, Connor," Percy said smiling at the brothers. They both looked like they needed to be kept away from caffeine and sharp objects.

"Just got back from a supply mission for Chiron," The smaller one began.

"We got to lift a few of these beauties from a gun store, just a few miles west of camp," the tall one continued gesturing to the gun in Annabeth's hands.

"You would expect a gun dealership of all places to have better security," Connor added, not to be out done.

"Seriously," Travis continued. "It took all of fifteen minutes to case the place, and three more for the actual robbery. Even the newbies could have done it."

Paul had no idea what they were talking about and decided that he didn't want to. Robbing gun dealerships seemed like a terrible idea, but Chiron, trainer of Hercules himself, had ordered it. That was definitely something. It sounded like the Camp was in even deeper trouble than just fighting monsters that were reforming.

"Beckendorf and the Hephaestus cabin are already forging Celestial bronze bullets." Connor informed the matter-of-factly.

"It's perfect for the younger Apollo kids. They can still snipe, and it's definitely easier than archery." Travis added. "Anyway, Annabeth looks like she wants to kill us with that gun, so we're going to let you two chat."

Connor began to laugh maniacally at the way his brother said 'chat' like talking was going to be the last thing on Percy and Annabeth's minds. Both of them turned scarlet at the insinuation.

The two brothers walked out of the screen and Annabeth rolled her eyes.

"I'm going to kill those two after this is over," Percy grumbled.

"Not if I get to them first," Annabeth grumbled, matching his tone.

Wait, was that their way of- oh Jesus Christ were they flirting?

The stood there in silence, staring at each other. It was a little bit awkward, but Paul decided that this was definitely the girl who had been giving Percy 'girl problems' earlier in the summer.

"Is Chiron there?" Percy asked, breaking the tension.

"No, he's out trying to rally the Party Ponies. Mr. D's been recalled to Olympus for some emergency council meetings. I'm in charge of Camp. What's up?"

"Oh, um, there was an attack by that diner that Chris stole take-out from on the fourth."

"Mortals or Demigods?" She asked pulling a notepad out of her pocket.

"Demigod," Percy said. It was unnerving how the two of them were acting like this was a daily occurrence.

"Percy, tell me you didn't," Annabeth said giving him a glare that would send hardened killers running for their mothers. Percy barely flinched.

"What else could I do?" Percy sounded defeated, as if he had resigned himself to the fate of monster killer long ago.

Annabeth rolled her eyes heavenward and sighed. "How many were there?"

"Ten dracaenas," he admitted sheepishly. Annabeth made note of it, before glaring at Percy.

"You're insufferable." She informed him matter-of-factly, before going back to her note pad. Paul decided that insulting Percy was her way of showing concern. "Collateral damage?" She asked.

"A kid's ice cream cone and an old lady's wig," Percy offered. Annabeth wrinkled her nose at him.

"Okay, fine, none," Percy said grudgingly. "Even though that lady screamed and probably damaged my ear."

Annabeth huffed. Paul decided that Annabeth did a lot more to keep Percy alive than the boy's pride let him admit.

"Injuries?" She asked. If anyone was to guess, Annabeth sounded genuinely worried about that.

"They're fixed," He mumbled.

"Percy," she warned.

The boy in question shifted awkwardly and didn't meet her eyes, trying not to worry her. "It's no big deal," he stated.

"Percy its protocol," she snapped, but then softened just a little bit. "I don't freak out you know."

Percy huffed in defeat, knowing that there was no arguing with her now. "A couple of scratches here and there," he said, playing it down. "A kind of bad one on my arm, and a worse on my stomach, it's nothing. Really."

Annabeth pretended to look pensive for a moment. "Alright, so in normal person speak, I think that means, I almost got my arm chopped off and I'm lucky to have my intestines intact." She had taken her voice down about two octaves, making her impression of Percy sound like a mentally impaired Cyclops.

"It wasn't that bad, I mean I'm alive," He offered.

If it was even possible, Annabeth glared harder.

"Alright, alright! I'll take better care of myself," Percy conceded.

"Good. Because I swear to all things holy that if you die I will hunt you down, have Nico resurrect you and then kill you myself. Got that?" She threatened.

Percy smirked at her in what was no doubt meant to be a comforting gesture, and if Paul wasn't a teacher who dealt with teenagers and their craziness for a living, he wouldn't have noticed that Annabeth's eyes melted- like romantic oh-my-gods-I-actually-am-attracted-to-that-smirk melted.

"Yes ma'am." Percy said, pretending to snap to attention.

"Anyway, I've got to go talk to Tyson about this. I promised him I would tell him if 'monsters tried to kill me dead.' And you have some Stolls to chew out."

Wait- did Percy look almost sad about saying bye? Yep. It sure looked that way to Paul. Those two would definitely make a good couple.

Annabeth laughed just a little, like she wanted to because Percy was funny, but she shouldn't since the camp had been reduced to stealing weapons from mortals.

"Okay. Tell him 'hi' from me."

"Yeah, Wise Girl. You stay safe," Percy said. Worry darkened both the teenagers' gazes for a split second before the two of them shoved it stubbornly away.

The last Paul saw of the Iris Message was Annabeth forcing a smile and slashing her fingers through the screen.

Only later did Paul understand the magnitude of the situation. How children who were no older than his students in the sophomore class were taking care of a hard, thankless job that would literally never end for the rest of eternity. And these high school students were the only things in the world keeping them safe from threats that most people couldn't see.