Percy Jackson + co. go on a Music Tour!...

By Becky Creighton

AN: If you like fluffy romance and mindless crossovers, you've come to the right place, pal!

Disclaimer: Hey! Does it look as if I own anything here?

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Prologue! The Ever Reasonable Voice of Infinite Logic

I rose from my cabin bed feeling refreshed and enlightened somehow for no adequately explained reason, and wandered outside cabin two dreamily, as if I was searching for something important. And then I saw it; the lovely blonde-haired grey eyed girl sitting on the hill picking daisies irritably and with violent intent. It actually scared me slightly…Obviously Annabeth was getting a bit over-enthusiastic with the whole destruction-of-the-local-plant-life thing. I smiled amiably and sprinted towards her with open arms, and plunged myself down on the ground beside her, almost crashing into a puddle with the speed of a lemming on coffee.

'Ah, what a beautiful day, Annabeth Chase. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, Cerberus is trying to eat Clarisse…I don't think it could possibly get any-'

It was then that it was brought to my attention that Annabeth was staring at me weirdly, as if she was trying to make me realise something. I gave her the same look back.

'What?' She gestured downwards sarcastically with a nod. I looked. Oh fu-

'Spongebob Squarepants boxers, Percy? I never thought I'd see the day.'

I screamed. I screamed and I screamed and I screamed and I screamed and I screamed bloody murder all the way back to cabin two with my hands flailed all around the air in embarrassment like a prim frock-wearing domestic goddess style woman running away from a UFO in a 1960's sci-fi movie. Seriously, how the heck was I supposed to know I was only wearing boxers when I was having an enlightened and romantic moment with the lovely Annabeth Chase? Hell, you try it sometime and then we will see who has the last laugh…or last giggle. Last chortle. Last snort. Whatever, it was hell. I crashed back into bed and wrenched the covers over my head and sobbed like a little girl scout who didn't get any smores. Then sanity prevailed.

You should probably get dressed, Percy, commanded the ever reasonable voice of Infinite Logic. Thank you! I croaked mentally. If that is even possible…

Damn right, replied Logic. Now, you have to understand how surprised I was at this. Never before had Logic replied to someone, or even forced them to thank it. Zeus knows what Logic drank last night…

I flipped out of bed, hit my heel off the frame (hah hah, my, Achilles heel…no, that wasn't funny at all) and groaned, drifting in no coherent direction as I clutched at my heel in pain. And as I saw my handsome reflection of my face (you see, when you're embarrassed and your eyes are half-closed you could look like anything you please), I had a very deep, profitable, and ingenious revelation…

'Holy Hydra, Annabeth!' I exclaimed, 'I have a brilliant idea!'

I heard rapid footsteps sprinting towards me, and it was Annabeth, who had caught wind of my declaration.

'What is it, Percy?' she ordered. She looked at me awkwardly again. 'You're still not dressed!'

'Forget that, my darling!' I replied triumphantly, 'If my plan goes to plan, we will be so rich I can afford to run around wearing nothing if I please!'

Annabeth gave me a horrified stare. She had clearly been mentally disturbed.

'What?' she snapped. 'Are you high or something?'

'No, just very, very stupid!' I grabbed a dressing gown from a rail and thrust it on me, even though it was pink and fluffy.

'Hurry up and tell me what your big idea is, Seaweed Brain!' she demanded.

I grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her backwards and forwards, grinning like a maniac, which took her completely off guard.

'WE ARE GOING ON A MUSIC TOUR!!!' I bellowed happily.

Annabeth gave me a freaked out look, mouth open. 'Percy, what the hell-'

I pulled her towards me and tried to kiss her, but don'tcha know, didn't she just have to be in possession of an umbrella at that moment in time? She whacked me in the sides and poked me backwards, making stupid 'Shoo!' noises as I cowered in fear of the Mighty Sun Deflecting Utensil of Doom.

'Percy! What the hell were you thinking?' she cried, blatantly both shocked and disgusted. But, ah, I know that really she wants it…

I put my arm around her shoulder and led her out side the cabin, unaware that I was still wearing the pink fluffy dressing gown. She shifted about uncomfortably for a few seconds, but I knew for a fact the only reason she didn't hit me again is, (and I told you so!) because she wanted it, really. I raised my other arm towards the sun as if making some rather intelligent observation, and said confidently,

'Ah, but don't you realise it, Annabeth? Us two gorgeous good-looking people, trapped in this dingy hell-hole of a summer camp where we're being taught how to impale millennia old monsters on Sharp Pointy Objects and being told how we're all going to die horrible deaths when we get involved in a prophecy about the grisly destruction of Western Civilisation but yet we are still totally unaware of our amazing hidden singing talents? I'll wager that as soon as we take to the stage and give a world-class performance we'll have an entire legion of fan-girls at our disposal which we can either, a) use to bring down Kronos and kick Luke's sorry ass back to Tartarus with a whole new collection of wonderful scars, or b) exploit them and sell them our album by the skipload! And then I'll be so rich that you'll just be begging to go out with me!'

Annabeth gave me a blank look, arms crossed. 'What was that last bit?' she inquired, poised to give me a whole new collection of wonderful scars. My smile dropped.

'Um, forget that last bit!' I squeaked. 'But the point is, we're going to be celebrities!'

Annabeth rolled her eyes. 'Very well then, Percy, but I swear, if this all goes horribly wrong or I end up being an idol for every damned four-year old in the Universe, I am going to kill you.'

I gulped. Why? Because the four-year old thing was part of my big plan…

And so, future celebrities and teen idols Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase prepared to make it big in the very big and nasty world of fame and fortune. Which brings forth the questions; which songs will they sing to enchant their fans with? What lengths will Percy go to make Annabeth fall in love with him? Will Thalia be at all amused by Percy's choice of music or his antics? Will Grover approve of the massive corporate and capitalist campaign being forged? And what will become of Camp Half-Blood while our stars are away to make their mark? Stay tuned, and that harpy just might not eat you!