Me: Hey, here's another 'Luke is back' story!

Everyone else: Temi, not again!

Me: Yes! Again!

Everyone else: And he's with Annabeth in this one?!

Me: Yes! *braces self for flames* But don't flame the pairing please. Flame the writing if you have to!

Everyone else: Here we go again…

Me: Oh, and by the way, I'm not Rick Riordan.

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Typical. Typical half-blood story. Die a hero, come back from the dead at the request of your father, and seal your fate a year later.

Luke wondered if it was enough to send him to the Fields of Punishment. Maybe. Athena would probably personally arrange it. It definitely was enough to send him to the Special Hell from that TV show she liked so much. He ran through possible excuses in his head, though none seemed good enough. He couldn't even claim he'd been drunk.

True, he had been buzzed, but not completely drunk. He had just drunk enough to override his common sense. If he'd been completely sober, he would have been able to control himself. He would have reasoned that she was too young, that she was Percy's, that her brothers would have his guts, not to mention her father, with his super special weaponry. However, the part of his brain that usually did the reasoning had taken an extended vacation with the next beer.

He'd been shocked when she didn't slap him or push him away. He kept waiting for her to run away, to tell him to stop. He would have. Instead, she turned into a ragdoll and followed him into the spare bedroom on the second floor of the Big House. No one had seen them leave; the party was too loud and distracting.

Luke never dreamed he'd be in that position. He never thought he would lie there next to her, feeling nervous about the consequences, feeling guilty about her being only seventeen, and feeling victorious that it was he who was in bed with her and not Percy. He knew he probably ruined their friendship. He cared about that, but it just might have been worth it. He wondered if he had hurt her. Oh Gods, he would never forgive himself if he had.

She shifted in her sleep and hugged him closer to her. He smiled and stroked her hair.

"Are they looking for us yet?" She mumbled, snuggling into his chest. He started. He hadn't known she was awake. He swallowed.

"Maybe. I'm in for it." He groaned. She laughed softly.

"Probably. Sorry."

"I'm the one who should be apologizing. This is wrong on how many levels?"

"Three, according to sexual harassment laws."

Damn. He hadn't expected a straight answer. Even if he wasn't going to the Fields of Punishment or the Special Hell, he could sure as heck go to jail. Annabeth seemed to notice his discomfort.

"Don't worry. You can't be arrested for something no one knows about."

"Thank you."

"Don't mention it."

"Should we get dressed and see if your brothers have torn apart camp looking for you?" Luke joked.

"You need a good alibi first." She reasoned.

"An alibi? How about…I got drunk and got lost in the woods, and you…were just in the attic, looking at all of the mementos…?"

"Or we could tell the truth."

"…I take it you don't like my ingenious alibi."

"Not really."

"We could…say we were there all the time and just got up early to clean up the party mess."

"That might work."

"Did a plan of mine just get approval from a daughter of Athena?"

She laughed. "Maybe." He waited for her to get out of bed so he could be polite and shut his eyes while she got dressed. She stayed curled next to him.

"Are you getting out of bed?"

"Do I have to?" She mumbled.

"Shouldn't you?"

"Are you kicking me out?" She asked sleepily, tightening her grip around his chest. He groaned.

"As much as I would love to lie here all day, doll, I don't want to be hung, drawn and quartered, and brought back from the dead to be killed again by your siblings when they find us naked in bed together."

"Do you think they'll spare you if I pout?"

"I don't know. Can you still pull off puppy dog eyes?" He asked, referring to her skill at the expression when they were running away. She demonstrated for him that yes, she could. He sighed. "You know, I would love to have round two, but I think I'm late for the sword fighting class I have to teach."

"Round two sounds good to me." Annabeth said innocently. Luke stared at her. Any other day if he was late to a class, she would have kicked him and told him to get on schedule, but today…

"I thought you said you didn't love me like this." He said incredulously. She shrugged.

"I might have lied."

"So what do you say we go for it again and then go and try to talk our way out of it."

"I like that."

Luke grinned at her and shifted his weight.

"Tell me if anything hurts."

"I will."

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Oh dear. They might have some explaining to do with Percy later…Please review