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Ah, camp. I'd missed this place. I'd missed the simmering lake, and the beautiful trees, and the masses of kids. I'd missed capture the flag and sword fighting. I'd missed the satyrs and the nymphs and Chiron. But most of all I'd missed the hand in mine.

Percy smiled as we walked throughout the cabins, looking for Grover. Seeing as these were our lives we're talking about, we of course did not find him. We did however, rather unfortunately for Percy, run into someone else.

"Agh!" Percy yelled, tearing his hand out of mine and trying to shake something off of his back. "Nico!"

I laughed as I recognized the black-clad feature. "Oh leave him," I said, "I think he makes a rather nice addition to your back. It's like you have a tumor. A Nico-tumor."

"Annabeth!" Percy yelled in indignation. I laughed harder.

Finally, Percy managed to detach Nico's arms from around his neck and swung him onto the ground. Nico fell to the floor in hysterics, laughing uncontrollably.

"Should… have… seen…your… face," he breathed, and then cracked up again, rolling on the ground in laughter.

In good humor, Percy laughed as well, and helped Nico to his feet. After a few minutes, Nico regained his composure.

"So," he said, "having a good first day?" He grinned at me and swung an imaginery sword, reminding me of my embarrassing duel with Percy.

So, while Percy nodded, I gave them both a good ole Annabeth scowl.

"I'd kill you at knife fighting," I replied, looking straight at Percy.

"Oh, lighten up Annabeth," Percy smiled, throwing an arm around my shoulders as we continued walking through the grass. "It was only a sword fight."

"In front of the whole camp!"

Percy opened his mouth to reply with some no-doubt seaweed-brained comment when we all heard a voice behind us.

"Hey look! It's those two!"

Percy, Nico and I all turned to see several new campers coming over. Immediately, Percy and Nico put on "tough" faces and I had to resist the urge to laugh at them. They crossed their arms and tried to look intimidating as the kids approached.

"Hey," one boy said, sticking out his hand to Percy. "I'm Lukas." I studied Lukas as Percy hesitantly took his hand, like he was expecting to be attacked. The boy looked maybe fifteen, with dirty blond hair and electric blue eyes. He was around my height, which meant Percy had a good four inches on him. Surprisingly, even though the boys were both glowering at him and both had a definite height advantage, not mention Nico was brandishing his sword, Lukas looked perfectly at home.

"Percy Jackson," Percy said in reply. "Son of Poseidon. And you?"

Ah yes, Lukas had confirmed his new status by not giving the most important information at camp. Three things mattered at Camp Half-Blood: your name, your godly parent and how much you were willing to train. Everything else could be left in the outside world.

Surprisingly, Lukas' face fell a little at Percy's question. He looked down and scuffed his foot slightly, kicking up some of the dirt underneath the grass. "Nike," he mumbled somewhat quietly.

Percy smiled, feeling Lukas' self-confidence drop at being the son of a minor god while standing in front of a child of the Big Three. There was nothing that helped Percy be nicer like a kid who didn't believe in himself. He looked Lukas straight in the eye with such a genuine sense of caring that Lukas smiled again. "Goddess of Victory," Percy replied, knowing it would cheer Lukas up.

It worked; Lukas smiled and then looked at Nico and I. Percy gestured to us. "This Annabeth," he said, slipping his hand into mine, "And Nico," with a wave towards him. "Athena and Hades," he added, smiling at me.

Lukas looked impressed, like he hadn't expected the people at camp to actually know where they belonged already. "Athena, huh?" he said, turning towards me and ignored Nico. "That must be pretty interesting," he said with a somewhat flirty smile.

And this, I thought, is pretty uncomfortable. "Yeah…" I replied, wondering if Percy's hand in mine wasn't enough of clue that he and I were together. Percy was obviously wondering so as well, because he threw his arm over my shoulders again and hugged me tight into his body.

At this point, all of the other campers behind Lukas rushed towards us, and the throng of kids separated Percy and me. People were introducing themselves left and right, and try as I might, I couldn't remember all of their names. With a pang of sadness, I wished goodbye to quiet, relaxing summer by the beach that I'd had in mind.

A crowd of people surrounded Percy, begging for a demonstration with water.

AN: Okay people, long story here.

So I know what you're thinking. Um... Sofi? You told us this story wasn't being continued. Heck, you said you were done with Percy Jackson! Well, I am. I wrote this back in March and I found today when I was looking through my writing journal. Yes, I actually have a writing journal where I write things out, get this, BY HAND. Crazy, huh? Well, anyway, I found this and I figured, why not?

And so I posted it. Now if you have any brain at all, you noticed that it isn't complete. Yeah, I know. Well, you see, I mainly write in my writing journal in Study Hall. And though I can honestly say that I have no recollection of the day that I wrote this, my guess is that the end of Study Hall came before I could finish. I honestly have no desire to finish this oneshot, so I polished it up a little and figured I would post it for those who wanted this to be a full-length. Needless to say by the crappy quality of this scene, I will not be continuing this supposed story. It has nowhere to go and I'm done with Percy Jackson anyway. So here you have it, your last little taste of my Percy Jackson oneshots. Enjoy.

~Bookaholic711

P.S. If you're going to review, I would very much appreciate specifics. Tell me what you liked or didn't like. Even though I won't be writing for PJO anymore, the concepts are pretty much universal. Thanks. :)