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I just updated a multichap yesterday, so I’m gonna be lazy and not bother giving this ficlet a title. As an explanation: I was listening to the PJO musical a couple weeks ago and it inspired me enough to finally get around to some scenes in my Olympian Falls AU that I’ve been meaning to write up. Last night, I finished up those scenes and decided fuck it, I’m gonna post ‘em, despite the close proximity to a multichap update. Merry Christmas, you filthy animals.

(And yes, this ficlet takes place in the retconned Olympian Falls AU, not the OG.)

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Stan and Ford walked up to the porch of the Big House, where Mr. D stood, scowling.

“Someone told us we were needed,” Ford said. Mr. D looked over. Stan and Ford followed his gaze. At the camp boundary, a girl who looked to be a few years younger than them was having a conversation with a man.

“Lemme guess. New arrival we’ve gotta show the ropes?” Stan drawled. Mr. D nodded.

“Got it in one, Pines. Go handle it.” With that, he went into the Big House. Ford looked at Stan.

“How you managed to get on his good side, I’ll never know.”

“Eh.” Stan shrugged. The two began to walk towards the girl and man. “Luck of the draw.” They stopped a polite distance away.

“Sunshine, you need to be here,” the man said. His voice was thick from the tears glimmering in his eyes. Clearly, he was trying his best to put on a brave face for the girl. The girl shook her head.

“No, Pa, I want to stay home!” she wailed. The man knelt and embraced her tightly.

“Honey-bun, that nice goat feller what led us here explained that it ain’t safe fer ya to stay on the farm,” he said in a strong southern accent. “It ain’t safe fer ya and it ain’t safe fer the rest of the fam’ly, neither.”

“But- but-”

“And don’t forget, that goat feller also said that ya don’t have to stay here. You’ll only be here durin’ the summer.” The man broke off the hug to smile at his daughter. “Think of it like summer camp, sweetie.”

“I don’t like it.”

“You’ll make friends ‘fore ya know it,” the man said firmly. He kissed her forehead and stood, finally catching sight of Stan and Ford. “Oh, howdy there, young men.”

“Um, hi,” Ford said hesitantly, stepping forward. “We’re here to show your daughter around.”

“See, sweetheart?” the man said to his daughter. “Already, there’s two nice young men to help ya out.” His daughter sniffed loudly. “Mr. Chiron said that they’ve got a phone in the house you can use to call home.”

“O-okay,” the girl said quietly. The man hugged her again.

“I love ya, sunshine.”

“Love ya too, Pa,” the girl whispered. The man kissed the top of her head and walked down the hill. The girl turned to face Stan and Ford. Tears glistened in her sky-blue eyes, but judging by the shine on her cheeks, they wouldn’t be unshed for long. “H-howdy,” she stammered. “I’m- I’m Angie.” Like her father’s, her voice was thick with emotion, muddling her words.

“Angie,” Stan said with a nod. Angie frowned for a moment, opened her mouth, then closed it. “What’s your last name?”

“M-McGucket.”

“Angie McGucket.” Stan smiled at her. “I’m Stan Pines, this is my twin brother Ford. We’re gonna help you settle in, okay?” Angie nodded tearfully. She glanced down at her suitcase, resting on the grass beside her. “I’ll get that for you.” Stan walked over and picked up the suitcase. “I’m big and strong.” Angie scowled.

“Ya don’t need to talk to me like I’m a baby,” she said. Stan raised an eyebrow, impressed that she had gone from tearful to talking back so quickly. “I ain’t a baby.” She had a southern accent just as strong as her father’s.

“How old are you?” Ford asked politely.

“Ten.”

“Wait, really?” Ford said. Angie’s scowl deepened. She crossed her arms. “It’s just- you’re small for your age, then.”

“I know,” Angie snapped.

“We’re ten.”

“Well, good fer you.”

“Ford, stop messing with her,” Stan said. “She’s a newbie. Who knows what she could do to you if you piss her off enough?” Angie looked up at Stan curiously.

“That’s a dirty word ya just used.”

“Mom isn’t here to wash my mouth out with soap.”

“Hmm.” Angie seemed thoughtful.

“Don’t encourage her to curse,” Ford said. “Do you think her mortal family would want that?” He walked up to Angie and smiled. “I apologize for insulting you.”

“I ‘ccept yer apology,” Angie mumbled. She rubbed her eyes. “Since this is camp, is there a cabin y’all ‘re s’pposed to take me to or somethin’?”

“There sure is!” Stan said cheerfully. “C’mon, I’ll show you! And after we get you settled in, we can do a tour.”

“A tour?” Angie asked curiously. The three set off, Ford in front, Stan and Angie trailing after him. “How big is this place?”

“A lot bigger than you’d expect,” Ford said. He began to list off the various features of Camp Half-Blood, counting them on his fingers. “There’s the cabins, the strawberry fields, the dock, the pond, the stables-”

“Stables!” Angie gasped. “There’s horses?”

“No. Pegasi.”

“Huh?”

“Horses with wings,” Stan supplied. Angie’s eyes widened. “You can fly on ‘em.”

“Whoa.” Angie managed a small smile. “Maybe there’s somethin’ good ‘bout here after all.”

-----

“Ugh, great, he’s here,” Angie muttered to herself.

“Who?” Ford asked. Angie scowled.

“Ryan.”

“Oh, the head of the Apollo cabin,” Ford said cheerfully. Angie rolled her eyes.

“Technically, yes.”

“I think he’s more of a dick than a head,” Stan said. Angie giggled. Ryan began to do an archery demonstration with his usual prideful flair. “He’s the worst.”

“Agreed,” Angie muttered. She crossed her arms. “And he’s not even- there’s a better way to do that!” She stormed over to Ryan. Ryan was already eighteen, while Angie was a very short eleven, making the confrontation that much more entertaining. Stan and Ford watched, amused, as the still green half-blood scolded a cabin leader.

“She’s gonna get claimed any day now,” Stan said.

“Absolutely,” Ford said. Angie had discovered at the end of her first summer that she was too powerful a half-blood to go home during the school year; she would have to be a year-rounder. Thankfully, she hadn’t gotten too far from camp before she and her mortal family came to the realization. Since then, it was like she had flipped a switch. Gone was the meek, quiet girl, replaced with someone whose sharp tongue could rival Stan’s and had a strong sense of justice. After her first birthday at camp, her true personality had only made itself more evident. “The gods like people like her.”

“So who do you think her mom is?”

“Hmm.” Ford looked thoughtfully at Angie. “Athena, maybe? She’s certainly smart enough.”

“Maybe. What about Demeter? Her dad’s a farmer.”

“Or one of the minor goddesses. She’s certainly competitive enough to be a daughter of Nike,” Ford proposed.

“Well, if you think you can do it better, then do it, newbie,” Ryan snapped at Angie, shoving his bow and quiver into her hands. Angie seemed startled for a second, but recovered quickly.

“It would be my pleasure to show ya how full of shit ya are,” she said cheerfully. Stan winced.

“I need to stop swearing around her,” he said softly.

“Yes, you do,” Ford confirmed. They watched as Angie marched past the line of targets that had been set up, firing an arrow at each one. Each arrow hit the bulls-eye dead-on, splitting Ryan’s arrows down the middle, with the exception of the last, which had been slightly off-center. Angie’s arrow aimed true.

A silence fell once Angie finished her display. Beaming, she handed Ryan his bow and quiver.

“There!” she chirped. Ryan gaped at her.

“Athena,” Ford said.

“Or Nike,” Stan said. “I mean, she wanted to win, so she did. If that’s not Nike, I don’t- wait.” A glowing symbol had appeared above Angie’s head. “Oh, shit,” Stan said with feeling. Angie looked up. Her eyes widened. One of the kids Ryan had been showing off to earlier cackled.

“Congrats on the new baby sis, Ryan! I can’t wait to see her kick your ass in everything else you do!”

Hovering a few inches above Angie’s head were a bow and arrow.

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Stan and Ford stood outside the Apollo cabin, exchanging amused looks. Angie was in her new cabin, unpacking her things. Very loudly.

“She’s not being quiet about her displeasure,” Ford commented. Stan snorted.

“She’s not quiet about anything, Sixer.”

“Why is she so unhappy? Most half-bloods would be thrilled to find out their godly parent.”

“First off, now she has to bunk with that punk Ryan,” Stan said. “Second, if her godly parent is a guy, and her mortal parent is a guy…” Ford’s eyes widened.

“Do you…think she has a problem with that?” he asked quietly. Stan shook his head.

“No. But it’s gotta be weird. And she’s definitely gonna get messed with for it.” Ford grimaced.

“That’s a good point.” Finally, Angie emerged from the golden cabin, rage in her eyes.

“Go take a walk and maybe you’ll calm down,” she muttered to herself. “No, you take a walk! I’m perfectly calm!” She kicked a clump of grass angrily, sending it flying.

“Hey, uh, maybe you shouldn’t kick or punch things until you’re less angry,” Ford said. Angie looked over.

“Why?”

“Apollo is the god of athletics. His children tend to be even stronger than the average half-blood. I don’t want you to break something. Or someone.” Angie looked down at the ground.

“God of athletics,” she said to herself. She grimaced. “Ma ‘n Pa always said it was funny how good I was at sports ‘n runnin’ ‘n whatnot, with how nerdy ‘n wimpy the rest of the fam’ly is.” She covered her face with her hands. “Ugh!”

“You all right?” Stan asked, deciding to remain at a safe distance, just in case Angie got the urge to kick something again.

“No!” Angie dragged her hands down her face. “I’m confused! Pa’s definitely my parent, so- so how-” At the sound of hoofbeats, she cut herself off. She, Stan, and Ford looked over. Chiron had arrived. He smiled kindly at Angie.

“I heard you’ve been claimed by Apollo.”

“Apparently.”

“I’m not terribly surprised. I’ve noticed you have tendencies typically seen in his children.”

“But I don’t understand how, Mr. Chiron,” Angie said. Stan quickly hid his instinctive grin at Angie’s insistence on referring to the centaur as “Mr. Chiron”. “My Pa, he’s my mortal parent. Right?”

“I actually have some information that will explain the situation. Would you care to accompany me?” Chiron said politely.

“Of course, sir.”

“If you want, Stan and Ford can come as well.”

“That would be nice. Thank you, sir.”

“Angie, my dear, how many times must I tell you that you need not be so respectful and mannered?” Chiron said with a smile. Angie managed a smile back.

“Can’t quite help it. It’s how I was raised. Sir.”

-----

Angie, Stan, and Ford sat on the porch of the Big House, waiting for Chiron to begin his explanation.

“You three are aware of how Athena’s children come to be, correct?” he asked. The three children nodded.

“She forms a special intellectual connection with someone and from that connection, a child is born,” Angie answered. Chiron smiled at her.

“Correct.”

“Are you saying that Angie’s a similar situation?” Ford asked. Chiron nodded.

“Why, though?” Stan asked. “None of Apollo’s other kids are like that.”

“It has to do with Mr. McGucket.” Chiron looked at Angie. “I spoke with him on the phone the other day. He was getting nervous about the fact that you hadn’t been claimed yet, and as such, was willing to give me some information about the day you arrived in Arkansas.”

“I already know I was in a golden cradle with some sort of letter, saying I was a child of a god,” Angie said dismissively. Chiron raised an eyebrow.

“The letter said more than just that.”

“What? Why didn’t Pa tell me?”

“I suspect he has some…complicated feelings about it.” Chiron cleared his throat. “Apparently, the letter said Mr. McGucket was able to resist the charms of a Greek god, something which enamored and fascinated said god. This, combined with the connection the god felt to Mr. McGucket, created immense feelings. You were born of those feelings, to reward your mortal father.” Angie looked down at her hands, resting in her lap.

“…I’m a reward?” she said quietly.

“That’s how many gods tend to view their children with mortals, dear, don’t be upset.”

“How could Mr. McGucket and Apollo have connected, if they didn’t actually, uh, do anything?” Stan asked.

“I feel that Angie is better equipped to answer this question than I am,” Chiron said. Angie furrowed her brow.

“Pa used to go to bars ‘n play music ‘n sing with strangers,” she said slowly. “Apollo is the god of music.” Chiron nodded. “Pa’s also the best sharpshooter in the entire county. His shotgun ain’t a bow ‘n arrow, but it requires the same steady hand ‘n good eye. And…” Angie’s frown deepened. “He’s the god of the arts, right?”

“He is frequently affiliated with the muses, so, in a way, yes.”

“Pa always wanted to be an artist. He never got the opportunity to pursue it, since he had to take over the fam’ly farm. But my auntie told me that when he gets a coupla whiskeys in him, Pa will tell folks ‘bout that old dream.” Angie looked up. “Basically, my pa went to a bar ‘n made what he thought was a platonic connection with a stranger over shared interests, but really, that stranger was a Greek god what fell in love with him?”

“Yes.”

“I…” Angie shook her head. “I guess that should make my Ma happy. She knew Pa would never cheat, but she still weren’t that happy ‘bout me showin’ up.” Her eyes widened. “Not to say that she don’t love me, she does. It’s just that, well, it was weird fer her.”

“How frequently does something like this occur?” Ford asked.

“To be honest, Angie’s the first instance I know of,” Chiron said. Angie’s eyes widened further. “Apollo has been known to have children with both men and women, but those children are born as the result of some sort of romance.”

“Whoa,” Angie whispered.

“Hang on,” Stan said. “Did you say that the letter said Mr. McGucket resisted the charms of her godly parent?” Chiron nodded. “I didn’t know that was possible.”

“It is possible to resist a god, though dangerous. Rarely does it end well for the person ignoring the god’s affection.”

“Huh.” Stan looked at Angie. “Maybe your dad decided he’d let this one go.”

“I disagree,” Angie muttered.

“Why?”

“Well…” Angie raised an eyebrow. “I exist.”