Hey everyone, ShadowfireX13 here!

So I've been thinking about writing this Chaos PJO fic for probably over a year now (even though the idea is probably outdated now). PJO Chaos fics literally got me through middle school so here's one more to add to that list (also, I don't know if she'll ever read this, but thank you Blackjackxx for your amazing stories. You were my inspiration to write fan fiction).

Disclaimer: I don't own any Percy Jackson characters.

Warning: There will be OCs. Also, PJO characters made seem OOC.

This story starts after BoO but before ToA. Thank you for reading!

Percy POV

Percy had goals for his life. Most of them were basically to live past 30. But of course, the fates had other plans for him (again).

Percy knelt before the gods on Olympus. He stared at the glossy marble floor, seeing the tears that trickled down his face in his reflection.

"Perseus Jackson, do you deny the accusations made against you?" Zeus's booming voice filled the room. Percy lifted his eyes to look at the gods. Most of them were impassive, but a few eyed him with disbelief and disgust. Apollo, on the other hand, looked sick to the point of green, weird. Poseidon was glaring outright, his face churning with hate, anger, disappointment, and denial.

In the corner stood almost all the campers from Camp Half Blood. They looked at him in disgust and revulsion. Percy swallowed as he saw the seven, or six now, looking at him in horror and anger.

Percy turned his attention back to the gods. "Yes," he rasped.

"Really Seaweed Brain!" Annabeth's voice cut into the air. She glared at him, her grey eyes stormy with loathe. "After what you did, you could have at least a shred of dignity left to admit it!" She screamed the last part at him, tears forming. Piper and Jason grabbed her arms, probably to stop her from punching him. "They were like parents to me!" she shouted.

Percy felt his heart crack even more. "It wasn't me!"

Annabeth laughed in disbelief. "So you just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. They just decided to destroy the plumbing and choke themselves. They just wanted to stab themselves with Riptide." She clenched her fists. "You tortured and murdered Sally and Paul, and if you still have a tiny shred in you that even cares about them, you would admit it."

"I didn't do it," Percy said mutely. He had gone to visit his parents. Then the world went fuzzy after that. All he knew was, he woke up in a pool of his parents blood. Riptide was impaled in Paul's stomach. Water and blood was everywhere. Annabeth came though the door. Then they were whisked away to Olympus.

"You have to believe me," he coughed. He felt like he was living a nightmare. The taste of blood, his mother's blood was in his mouth, the air he breathed. . .

"She doesn't have to do anything," snapped Piper. Her eyes flashed. "If you hadn't done it, then swear it on the River Styx. Swear it if you dare, you bastard."

"I swear — I-I swear o-on," Percy broke off coughing. Why couldn't he do it? The words were on his lips. They just didn't come out. More tears streamed down.

Annabeth's fist slammed into his stomach. "You don't get to cry," she sobbed. Percy doubled over, groaning. The image of Annabeth's teared-stain face glaring at him spun. He didn't know what hurt worse, the fact that his mom was dead, or them believing he murdered them.

"Enough!" Zeus's voice roared. He turned to Percy, eyes unmerciful. "Perseus Jackson, the evidence against you is immeasurable. In addition, the spirits of Paul Blofis and Sally Jackson had given a testimony to Hades," Percy sagged at that part, "You killed your parents using your demigod gifts."

"NO," Percy yelled. He refused to accept it. This is only a nightmare. This is only a nightmare, any second now, I will wake up.

Zeus ignored him. "The council has mercifully decided to spare you from death. However, you are banned from Camp Half Blood and Camp Jupiter." He paused as his Roman form flickered in before vanishing. "You are now exiled from the Greek World. Demigods caught aiding you will be punished. If you are found trying to enter the camps or seeking out demigods, you will be killed."

Percy felt himself shatter, before the light even got to him.

Months Later

Percy slashed through the monsters. He held them off as he watched the kid's distant figure reach the camp. Gathering the last of his strength, he vapor traveled away.

Popping out of a river, he collapsed. The water strengthened him, but not as much as it use to before. Percy gulped down as much as he could.

It was months since he has be exiled from the Greek world. They had dumped him in the middle of nowhere. He had considered ending himself right then and there, if not for the words he could say out.

"I swear on the River Styx I did not harm my parents," Percy whispered. Thunder rumbled in the distance. It was only those words that kept him going.

Percy had stolen, hitchhiked, and ran all over the country. Monsters chased him all the way to Vegas, where the Lotus provided the only refuge. Needless to say, that unlimited credit card was handy.

Percy knew he was framed, but what could he do? He was banned. So he decided to keep moving (mostly so monsters couldn't track him as easy). He helped campers he came across and bought them time to get into camp, though he had to keep several miles away form the borders. He didn't die, so maybe the gods didn't mind him helping out their kids. Or they were too busy to notice.

Percy got up. He had rested enough.

Then, he heard the yells and roars. He sprang up, grabbing Riptide and ran into the trees. A lone figure fought a huge pack of hellhounds with an Imperial gold dagger. Percy could see that the traveler was weary. The figure swung his sword weakly and his cloak was dusty like he had traveled days with it.

Percy dove into the battle, slashing through the ranks of the monsters. Quickly, the pack diminished until the trees were covered in mounds of monster dust.

"Are you ok," asked Percy, turning to the person. Suddenly, a hellhound launched itself at the person. It drove its claws into the person's calf. Percy quickly stabbed its side, killing it.

Percy ran to the figure who collapsed onto the ground. The cloak had come off, revealing messy black hair like Percy's. "Are you ok," repeated Percy. The person turned around. Percy gasped.

"Triton?" Percy stared at the other godly son of Poseidon. They had only met once, and let's just say, first impressions were not good. Triton had black hair, and sea green eyes, almost making him look like Percy's twin. He didn't have the duo fish tails from last time and he was bleeding heavily.

Do gods decide to play demigod when they're bored? That had to be it, other wise, why would he be here looking like a mortal and only holding dagger.

"Perseus," said Triton coldly. He struggled up.

"What are you doing here?" asked Percy.

"None of you concern," Triton snapped, limping away, "Leave."

"Fine," said Percy, irritated, "whatever." He watched Triton stumble off, and then walked the other direction.

Percy jogged for several miles in the next few hours (he had gotten much better at running). He found the main road and walked into a small diner.

"What do you mean this is not money?" Percy looked around the diner. He saw Triton, sitting at one of the tables. He was arguing with the waitress. "This is money," said Triton, waving around three sand dollars.

Percy stifled a laugh and walked over. "Here, I'll pay for that," said Percy, handing the waitress the Lotus credit card. She smiled gratefully at him and hurried off. Percy sat opposite of Triton.

"You know, if you try to pay with sand dollars, mortals will call the police on you. This isn't exactly Atlantis." Percy leaned back and grinned. Triton glared at him.

"I thought I told you to leave me alone," he said.

"Well, I did, until I came here for lunch to see you try to pay with a sea urchin." Percy smirked. "Besides, what brings the godly prince of the sea to a lowly mortal diner? Don't tell me Olympus finally sent someone to kill me," he said.

Triton glared at him stonily, though there was something else in his expression. Percy sighed. "Here," he said, sliding a packet of ambrosia across the table. Triton stared at it, then quickly grabbed half of it and shoved it into his mouth. Your welcome, Percy thought. He mentally made a note to stock up on ambrosia. Thank gods the Amazons could deliver to him.

"Seriously though, why are you here? And what's with the runaway outfit and fighting monsters? You're a GOD. Can't you just poof it away or something?"

"Why is Olympus sending someone to kill you?" Triton questioned.

"I meant — never mind."

"Tell me," Triton insisted.

Percy stared at him. Was he serious?

"I was accused of killing my parents," said Percy, "or have you spent so much time underwater you don't listen to demigod news. I seriously thought the fish would gossip about it or is my named banned under the sea huh." Percy said sardonically. He smiled wry. "However, I swear on the River Styx I'm innocent, so take that little bit go news back to gods when you go back."

Triton's eyes slightly widened at his oath. "The Styx does not —- how are you still alive?"

Percy rolled his eyes. "Maybe the Styx decided she would rather watch Hephaestus TV and left me to live a nice life of joy and rainbows." But the same question had bothered him for months. Why was he alive? Doesn't that mean he was innocent? Why could he just say it before? Percy pushed aside his thoughts.

Triton bristled. " No need for sarcasm. Have you considered Olympus's intentions of killing you are due to your lack of respect to the gods?"

Percy snorted. " If the gods want to smite me because of my attitude they would have done it years ago. I was banished for my parents deaths, and yes, I'm over it thanks for asking," Percy said pointedly. "I'm just a demigod running all over the country avoiding monsters, generally trying to live until the gods decide to kill me. So when an ex family member happens be near me I wonder why?"

Percy flickered his eyes over to his half brother. He didn't really look like he was here for a-try-to kill-Percy-sesh, but hey, gods are weird. Triton chuckled darkly. Percy widened his eyes; that was unexpected.

"Two sons of Poseidon fallen out of favor, the fates are rather cruel," Triton murmured.

"Huh?" Percy looked at him.

Triton slumped in disbelief. "This is unbelievable."

"Wait— so —"

"Yes, I'm not in a much better situation than you actually." Triton eyes stared off in the distance. "My mother is dead. I watched father take her life and he took my immortality." He gestured absent at his leg, which Percy now noticed, bled red. "I was chained in the prisons 'til Delphin freed me. And father's minions hunted me to land. In fact, they are most likely still out there."

Percy stared at him. What in Hades was going on in Olympus? Amphitrite was dead? Triton was mortal?

Wait, he shouldn't care. They were his old life. But now . . . Percy could see a plan forming.

Percy smiled. "So you and me are on the same boat. Except you're hopeless as a mortal."

Triton's eyes flashed dangerously. "What—"

Percy laughed. " Trust me, even if you survive all the things the gods throw against you, you'll never pass as a mortal."

"How dare you speak to me like that?! I shall drown you —"

"Told you," Percy grinned.

"I am more than a millennia older than you," Triton hissed. "I know things that your mind will never grasp or see."

"But you probably have never left the ocean in the last few years." Percy said, "Which is exactly why I want to make you a deal."

"A deal," Triton said skeptically.

"Yup, you gods always call the shots. Well, my turn," Percy grinned, "it's actually more of an alliance. With all that godly 'knowledge' in your head, there's bound to be fighting techniques. I know being a son of Poseidon means you have power, but I don't know if I'm even using my full abilities. And you, well, I can show you how to live like a mortal. Plus, you have no money, while I," Percy picked up his Lotus card, "have unlimited cash flowing."

Percy stood up. "So, what do you say?"

"Done."

Flash forward several months —

Percy stood back to back with his brother in the field of monsters.

"Can you vapor travel?" Percy asked. He was out of energy. The monsters had chased them several miles, until they were ambushed in the clearing.

"Nope, guess this is the end," Triton sighed, "Got to admit, it was fun while it lasted."

Percy grinned, eyes never leaving the monsters. The last few months, Percy and Triton had gone from grudging helping each other to keeping each other alive. Guess their bonds of loyalty were to each other now. (Yeah, sorry if this transitioned a little to fast).

"Hades is gonna be pissed," Percy mumbled.

Triton smirked. " Two of his dearest nephews showing up in his realm to annoy him for all eternity."

Percy shrugged. "I'm still taking these down with me." He readied himself.

"Of course."

Before either of them could move, all the monsters exploded into black dust. Percy blinked. What in Hades? Then, he was tackled by a flying blur. "Oof," Percy slammed into Triton, who shoved him steady. Percy stared at the tiny girl now clinging to him like he was a teddy bear.

Triton was staring at him, probably not knowing whether to laugh or attack.

"Eeek!" the girl jumped off him, "I can't believe I'm finally meeting you!" Percy stared at the girl. She was probably 7 or 8 wearing a pink dress. Her blue eyes looked up at him eagerly.

"Umm," Percy looked at Triton for help.

"Come on Perce, we need to talk," she tugged on his hand. "You too big bro," she said, beaming at Triton, "You can trust me, I'm not from the gods."

"Where are we going?" Percy asked.

She waved a hand, and a swirling window appeared. "A portal," she explained. "Come on."

"But where are we going," Percy asked. She didn't look like a monster, but little girls did not open portals. They usually don't look like they were about to blow up. And they most certainly do not tackle people in hugs.

"My favorite cafe," she exclaimed like it was obvious, "and we have to hurry."

"Or what?" Triton remarked dryly, "The tea and biscuits will get cold?"

"Exactly!" she said. She grabbed his arm and shoved him into the portal. Percy widened his eyes. She was strong, way too strong. But then, he was flying into the portal too.

"Who in Tartarus are you?" Percy yelled. He shut his eyes.

Her voice was far away. "Don't worry, you're safe. The next part of your life is about to begin."