Hello, my little Owlion cubs! This is Hermie, one of the two authors of Owlion12! This is the first fanfic I am writing independantly without much help or involvement from Thennie, the other author, and, unlike our previous stories (14 Gods Around the World and Olympus Got Talent!), these chapters will be shorter, less detailed and not span the course of several paragraphs! Yay!

Credit ges out to my American friend icecream401 for motivating me to write this, and I have thuroughly enjoyed every step of the way, from planning and conversing about ideas!

Many ships are included as the love boats set sail, so please review and PM me if you have any suggestions! Now, without further ado...

DISCLAIMER

Do you Americans know what a tuque is? I wonder if Ricky from Texas does! I do! I have one! Therefore, not Ricky!

Percy and Annabeth sat under a tree, holding hands, watching the stars and fireworks come up from the shores of Long Island Sound, Annabeth's head resting in the nice little space between Percy's head and shoulder. Summer had just begun; the battle against Gaea finally finished, Leo returned safely home with Calypso in tow, and everything seeming back to normal for the first time since Percy had found out he was a demigod. They sat together as they almost dozed off.

Everything was perfect.

"Next year will be our last summer here." Annabeth said, bringing her legs up and folding them under her arms, hugging them close to her chest. "I've been coming here all my life; it's pretty hard to believe." Her fingers met her father's college ring on her camp necklace.

"It makes me wish I had more time." Percy replied, leaning back against the tree. "Whatever life I could have lived as a camper has been taken over by prophecies and dangerous quests-"

"That many of us here have longed for." Annabeth cut in. "The life that you lead, the life of swinging a sword against more than just a dummy or other camper, the life of diving head first into danger and returning home from war with glory and a girlfriend-"

"The life of constantly worrying over if said girlfriend is alright." He finished, tucking his arm around her waist. "It's cruel the way it's meant to play out; a god has kids they aren't allowed to have, said kid gets all the grief and uncontrollable powers and everyone out to kill them, but they can't help it if their dad is Poseidon or not."

"Seaweed Brain?"

"What?"

"You think too much for a Sea-Spawn." She leaned up to kiss him. Percy followed, then pulled away. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, really…" he began. "Lately, I've been feeling a little… off. My head has been spinning and my stomach always feels empty when I'm not eating, but when I try to eat, it feels full, and my throat's been hurting-"

"Go see the Apollo kids, then." Annabeth replied, standing and brushing herself off. "How long have you felt like this?"

"About two weeks." Annabeth whistled.

"Your brain is full of more seaweed than I thought." Percy stood up and followed her. About halfway to the cabins, he stopped, falling to his knees, his head felt like tidal waves were crashing into each other, blurred black patches dancing in his eyes. He called what he thought sounded like Annabeth's name and tried to focus on the rocks on the path at his feet.

"Percy! Percy, are you alright? Percy! Can you hear me?" Annabeth was in front of him, that much he could tell. His body was heating up; sweat was running off his face quickly in huge drops. How hot was he if he was already sweating? His back was on fire, his arms were made of steel that was melting, his hands and knees were digging into the rocks on the path. More people were calling his name, but he couldn't see them. The stupid black patches were in the way. He felt several people touching him on his arms and back, one of them lifting his head. A single shout of his name made it through to his brain before he had enough.

Percy yelled, sending a mixture of his lunch and supper flying only inches away from hitting Annabeth. His throat had exploded; tied to tight he couldn't breathe or speak.

"A… ha…" he managed, his vision going black as he fell sideways, unconscious, onto Annabeth's chest.

"Is he okay? Come on, answer me, Solace-"

"Calm down, di Angelo, he's got the-"

"I don't want to know what he has! I just want to know if he's okay-"

"Yes, yes, he's fine! He'll be back to normal once his fever goes down all the way, simmer down!" Percy tried to speak. It felt like a ball of air was blocking his throat, preventing any sound to emerge even though he was moving his vocal chords. "He has a sickness called quem semideum malus infirmitate," a male voice began. Percy could see the two people sitting on a bench by his bed, but he couldn't tell who they were. His eyes were still blurred and his head was still spinning, unable to feel any other part of his body. "It's rare and hasn't surfaced into the world for a while, but it's not fatal if you know the proper treatment." He finished. The second person sighed in relief.

"I'm just glad he's alright." Percy recognized this voice. "You scared me, telling me he's been out for a week straight…" There was the sound of clothes ruffling.

"I'm sorry. I should have been clearer." Someone sniffled. "Are you crying?"

"So what? I was worried! And I'm trying not to, geez…"

"Well, you aren't very good at it. Does it hurt?"

"Hurt where?"

"In here."

"I was scared you idiot, my heart is still-"

"You should have told me. I'm a doctor; I know what I'm doing."

"What are you going to do? Kiss it better?"

"Mm." Percy's eyes cleared.

"N… Nic… oh?" Nico pulled away from the blonde boy he sat beside, whose lips were only inches away from his.

"P-Percy!" he stammered, his face turning bright red. The blonde boy reached over to an I.V, pressed a button and watched as Percy's eyes rolled into the back of his head. Good old knock out stuff.

"Where were we?" Will asked, putting his arm around Nico. Nico furrowed his brow in a way reserved only for the very confused. That had been terrifying.

"Kissing it better."

I am such a huge SolAngelo shipper... As always, thank you for reading! Please review, but read the next chapter first! Speaking of the next chapter...

"What do you think you're doing in my chair?!"

"Well, you didn't get up earlier, so I was offered this seat, actually."

"You get out of this ocean right now or I'll-"

"Triton! Please... Just stop..."

"Shut up, Rhode! Stop siding with him because of that stupid little girl crush you have on him because your husband faded-"

"DON'T TALK TO HER LIKE-"