Summary: Rock band Singer Thalia Grace and Metal Guitarist Percy Jackson meet at a gig in Amsterdam. How will things go when they wake up together after a drunken romp in the sheets?

I'M SORRY! MY MIND IS RESTLESS WITH IDEAS!

I don't own anything but the names of Percy's and Thalia's bands. The songs should be fairly recognizable. If not, I'll make a list at the bottom.

Percy sighed as he sipped on his Heineken, wishing oh-so-desperately he could be sleeping right now. At home, at least, with the girl he'd been dating for the past six months, Annabeth Chase.

They'd met at a gig last summer, and began talking from that point on. Ironically, his dad and her mom were business rivals.

"JACKSON, you're on," came the voice of Percy's manager, Luke Castellan. Percy sighed again, and grabbed his Gibson Flying V guitar, before he walked from backstage and in front of the roaring crowd. He was joined by his bassist friend, Nico Di'Angelo, and his drummer cousin, Jason Grace. Behind him was Charles Beckendorf, was their vocalist. They were a thrash metal band that went by the name of Nekrofoni.

Percy tapped his feet as he plugged his guitar in and got ready. Charles stepped up to the mic and tapped it three times.

"Who's ready to lose their fucking minds," he yelled. The crowd roared, and Percy took a deep breath.

"This is... I, Dementia, motherfuckers!" Percy looked at Jason and Nico, and exhaled into a downstroke, and the music began.

In the crowd, Thalia Grace's eyes never left her little brother's friend, and her VERY secret crush, Percy Jackson. Her dad owned their record label, so she got to go see the world while Jason and Percy rocked out.

She had her own band, but they were much softer than Nekrofoni. Her band was called Voxmortis, a punk rock band with her older sister, Artemis, her niece, Zoë, and her best friend, Reyna. But those three were back at the hotel, sleeping.

Idly, as she sipped on her whiskey, Thalia noticed she was bobbing her head to the music, and her vision was slightly blurry.

An hour later found Percy in the back of his tour bus, far too drunk to walk. Holding him up, and sitting on his lap, drunk herself, was Thalia. Jason was passed out in the floor a few feet away. Charles was in the back with Silena, and they were getting loud, much to Percy's dismay.

And then, Thalia kissed him, instinctively acting on her crush and the sounds of sex in the room next to them.

Every thought fled Percy as he responded. Small tingles ran up and down his spine, and he smiled stupidly as clothes found their way to the floor.

Thalia moaned as she felt something warm and soft move beneath her, and a small shock ran through her system.

Then she opened her eyes, and found out that her warm and soft pillow was her brother's friend, Percy.

Her eyes snapped open, and she saw that she was atop him, and he had several bite marks on his neck. His lips were swollen, and they were both naked.

Thalia shifted and gasped as she felt Percy inside her.

At that moment, she had two thoughts.

'Fuck,' and 'Artemis is going to kill me.'

Percy woke up, but spoke instead of thinking.

"The view totally makes up for the hangover..." Thalia blushed, and fell backwards, off the bus couch, and Percy slipped out.

"Did we actually do that," Thalia breathed, her eyes wide.

Percy rubbed his face, seemingly uncaring of his nudity, while Thalia clutched the blanket to herself.

"Everything points.. To.. Holy shit! Thalia!?" Immediately after shouting, he clutched his head.

"Hang on..." Percy wobbly got up and hobbled to the bathroom.

Later that night, Percy was sitting on his couch, holding a phone to his ear.

The phone clicked, and another voice, a gruffer version of Percy's, said, "Percy?"

"Dad! Hi.. I've uh... IsleptwithThalialastnightandnowI'mconfusedbecauseIdon'tregretit, (Breath) ButIdoregretbeingdrunkbutnowwe'reconfusedaboutwhatweare."

Percy's dad was Poseidon Jackson, Co-CEO of Olympus Boat Makers. Big name in boats. If you didn't own an Olympus Streamliner, you were obviously missing out.

Poseidon laughed, and you could hear his smile in his voice as he yelled out to Percy's mom.

"Sally! Get the photo albums ready," he boomed, before he returned his attention to Percy.

"Our family is extremely fertile. Us males especially. So, on that note, don't be surprised if you and her get a tiny bundle of joy and agony in the next year. Look, I gotta go. Athena and Freddie invited us over for dinner, and we're going to sign another business deal. And hey. Might wanna break the news to little Anna soon. Love ya, kiddo." The phone clicked, and Percy groaned.

"Fuuuuuck! Annabeth!" But before anything else happened, the door opened, and admitted Artemis and Thalia. Her glare gave Percy an idea about why they were here.

"Uh... We were drunk," he asked timidly, all bravado gone in the face of Thalia's older sister.

"If my little sister gets pregnant and you even TRY to ditch, I will cut your fucking balls off and fucking feed them to you. And then Dad will get a turn, and you know how much he likes science. Remember, Percy, what happened to Zoë's dad? Same thing will be happening to you, only worse." To accentuate her point, Artemis drew her ten inch long silver combat knife, and stabbed the seat right in front of his dick.

Percy was sweating nervously.

"My... My couch," he stammered, scooting back and raising his arms to protect his head.

"Shut up. This is your fault. You know damned well I mean business! So you get your fucking act together, and read this manual." Artemis smacked his face harshly with a thick book that read "Parenting for Dummies."

Then she left, leaving Thalia, and taking her knife back.

"D-Do you really think I might be p-pre-pregnant," Thalia asked, pulling a chair up.

Percy sighed and stood up.

"Maybe... D'you want a sandwich? I have turkey.." Thalia nodded, and he made her a turkey sandwich.

"I called Dad... He said that our family is extremely fertile," Percy said. Thalia was eating her sandwich with her knees drawn up to her chest, biting her lower lip.

"Look... If you are, I'll be there to help.. Your sister was right... I was more sober than you were, and I could have-" Turkey sandwich hit Percy in the face, shutting him up instantly.

"You were as drunk as I was, Percy Jackson. And this means you've got to break up with that Anniebarf girl, and be a man," she said.

Percy sighed, and cracked open a can of Nos.

"You know as well as I do that coming up with an excuse isn't gonna be easy."

"We'll go to London. Tell her that Dad booked us a tour over Asia."

She pushed Percy's Iris cellphone to his hand.

"Wipe the turkey off your face, too. You look ridiculous." Percy sighed, and pressed four on his number pad.

"Speed dial? Really?"

"Shut up."

The phone rang, and clicked, to a sound Percy never wanted to hear sober.

He immediately yelled, "BITCH! THIS IS A BREAK-UP CALL," and hung up the phone.

Thalia was laughing and rolling around on the floor.

"What? I lost it after hearing that. It sounded like four people going at that. And she was the only chick there..."

Percy closed his phone, and tossed it on the couch.

"So you resolved to yell 'Bitch, this is a break-up call,'" Thalia asked, smiling.

"Well, now I have no moral obligations out there. So freedom for me." Thalia smiled, and bit her lip again.

"Percy? Come here," she said, standing up. Percy narrowed his eyes in suspicion of the sudden command, but stepped closer to her.

Thalia huffed, and gripped Percy's collar, and slammed her lips onto his.

She gasped when she felt a powerful shock fill her body and smiled when Percy's hands gripped her hips.

Percy pulled back, grinning and dazed.

"Wow," he breathed.

Thalia licked his lips and then hers.

"Oh yeah. That was what I was looking for," she said.

The two smiled, and then kissed once more.

"DUDE. THAT'S MY SISTER!"

The song mentioned was I, Dementia by Whitechapel. They own it.

My favorite Whitechapel song :3