Hey PJO and/or HoO fans! It's been a while since I posted a fanfic, and I kind of missed it. What you're about to read is a short fanfic, it'll probably only be a one-shot. Today my friends asked me what I would do if Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Nico di-Angelo and Leo Valdez were in my room in the middle of the night. This is the result. Enjoy! ^^

Percy's P.O.V.

It was the Minotaur's fault.

Maybe that isn't the best way to start explaining, but I just wanted to let it be known. It was the Minotaur's. Stupid. Fault. Now I'll start over.

Annabeth and I were riding Blackjack, who was carrying a flying chariot with Nico and Leo in it, over Jamaica. The four of us were on a quest to get the golden crack (don't ask). Let me start by saying that Jamaica is a wee bit over-rated. I always hear people talking about how they'd love to go on vacation here, but it isn't that great. Sure, they've got white sand beaches and I guess the place is green and forested at some places, but it isn't the perfect tropical island that some people assume it is. The violence here is awful. The people are plain rude. Half the time, you couldn't even tell what they're saying. The sun is always swelteringly hot. There's a Hades of a lot of littering and smoking. In short, it's anything but perfect.

Anyways, it was getting late, close to midnight, and we decided to land and find a hotel for the night. But, of course, things never go quite as planned for demigods.

Just as we were about to land, we noticed a dark figure on the roof of a fairly large house. The figure looked a lot like the Minotaur, with coarse brown fur starting at its belly button and working up to a large bull head. The only difference was that it had flaming eyes, as in literal flames, and a thick chain around its neck, and it had darker skin.

"Is that…" I squinted at it, "the Minotaur?"

Annabeth looked down at it. "The Minotaur? No…but…" Her eyes widened and she gasped with recognition. She cursed in ancient Greek. "The rolling Minotaur! I've read about it! It's a hybrid of a Greek Minotaur and a Jamaican Rolling Calf! Percy, That thing's more powerful than a regular Minotaur! We have to stop it before it hurts somebody!"

We have to stop it. Of course we do. The life of a demigod.

Blackjack landed on the roof of the house, and we all hopped on to it. The 'Rolling Minotaur' swivelled to face us the moment we landed on the roof.

"It has very acute hearing. I've heard that the only way he can be defeated is with Jamaican swears." (Authors Note: I didn't make that up entirely…there really is a 'rolling calf' myth in JA, and the only it can be stopped is with loud Jamaican cursing.)

I stared in shock at my crazy girlfriend. None of us knew any Jamaican swears. We had been too horrified when we were being cursed at to really try to learn any.

I took a deep breath and tried to think. Nobody moved and the Rolling Minotaur looked around in confusion, as if trying to figure out where we had disappeared to. It couldn't find us as long as we didn't make any noise, but we couldn't just stand there forever. A thought flashed into my mind. We were standing on a Jamaican house. A Jamaican was probably inside. A Jamaican who probably knew how to curse. It would have to work, because if it didn't…we were dead.

I concentrated all of my energy, hoping I knew what I was doing, and the earth began to shake.

"Percy," Annabeth hissed, "What are you-"

The Rolling Minotaur locked in on her voice. It charged towards her, but just before it could reach, the roof of the house caved in.

Annabeth's P.O.V.

My boyfriend is an idiot.

The dirt and debris took a while, to settle, but when it finally did, we saw a girl sitting bolt upright in her bed. She was holding what seemed to be a kindle, which was gently illuminating her face.

She had dark brown hair, and tan skin a bit darker than mine. Her eyes were a greenish brown colour, hazel, and they seemed a bit ghostly. She was wearing her pj's, a pair of white shorts covered with Snow White's 'Grumpy' and a black shirt, with a large picture of Grumpy and the words: I'm grumpy, deal with it. I couldn't help but think of Mr. D when I read it.

She looked around in shock, as if not knowing how to respond. For a moment, the room was absolutely silent. Then the girl's mouth dropped open and she took a deep breath.

The string of words that flew out of her mouth afterwards was unlike anything I had ever heard before. It was a mix of several languages, but only curses. I heard a few in Greek, a bit of Latin, and one or two in Spanish. But for the most part, she was saying words that I had never heard before arriving in Jamaica.

The Rolling Minotaur seemed even more horrified than we were. It bellowed loudly tried to cover its ears. It didn't seem to work, as the Rolling Minotaur continued to bellow in pain as it slowly crumbled to dust.

"Calm down!" I yelled at the girl.

She fell silent as she looked around at us. She gasped as something seemed to register in her mind.

"Percabeth!" she screamed, looking back and forth between me and Percy. "Percabeth is happening! Percabeth is happening in my room!"

Nico's P.O.V.

"Excuse me?" Percy asked, clearly confused and blushing slightly.

"You're Percy Jackson," she said slowly and clearly, as if that explained everything. "And that's Annabeth Chase. She's your girlfriend. Therefore, your couple name is Percabeth. Perc as in Perc-y and abeth as in Ann-abeth."She lowered her voice. "For the record, I've always supported Percabeth. I never really cared for Prachel, Preyna, Annuke or Lukabeth."

"What are you talking about?!" I yelled, confused.

"Nico!" she yelled back. "Nico di-Angelo! That reminds me of even more terrible pairings, like-"

"Stop!" I screamed at her, my head spinning. She finally clamped her mouth shut. "One step at a time."

"Right." Annabeth agreed, blushing alongside Percy. "First of all, how do you know all of this?"

"Oh," the girl grinned impishly. "I know a lot more than that. I have my sources. My name's Leann."

"What else do you know about us?" Annabeth demanded.

The girl shrugged. "Everything. I know about the teddy bear in your trunk, Percy's kiss with RED-that's what I call her, Rachel Elizabeth Dare- at the beach that one time, I know Nico's past obsession with Mythomagic, and Leo's crazy babysitter, Hera. I know all about all of you."

I stared at her, feeling a bit unnerved. I had never seen this girl before in my life, so how did she know all these things about us. After looking around at the others stunned expressions, I saw that I obviously wasn't the only one.

"But…" Annabeth started. "How…"

I noticed a large shadow towards the corner of the room. "Uh, you guys," I interrupted, "We have a visitor!"

Everyone turned their gaze towards the shadow, which I now realised was a giant black spider. Annabeth and Leann screamed in unison.

"S-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-sp-s-s-sp-sp-sp-sp-sp-sp-sp-SPIDER!" Annabeth shrieked, clearly horrified. Percy put his arm around her supportively.

"Claude!" Leann yelped. "It's Claude!"

"Did you just say Claude?" Leo asked, clearly lost.

Leann nodded. "His name is Claude. He's a demon spider. He's going to eat my soul!"

I'll admit, I found it hard to believe that this was a demon spider named Claude, which had come to eat the soul of a crazy girl. Then again, it clearly wasn't a normal spider. When you're a demigod, you've got to learn to expect the unexpected.

Percy stepped in front of Annabeth and drew riptide. I pulled out my Stygian Iron blade. Leo reached into his tool belt and pulled out a wrench. Leann cowered behind her pillow, wielding a stuffed grey elephant. Terrifying.

Claude made a series of hisses and clicks and lunged at Leann, who shrieked and threw her elephant at him. Immediately afterwards she called, "Sorry, Landon!" Seriously?

I got over my annoyance with her quickly, since Landon nailed Claude in the eye. Claude reeled back, hissing and clicking and hissing some more. Percy and I lunged towards him in unison, and thoroughly ended Claude.

"Bye, Claude." Leann said, sounding a bit sad. "Please don't come back to play again, I don't like your games."

I stared at her in annoyance for a bit before sighing and sheathing my sword. "Anyways, Leann, sorry about destroying your roof and all, but we have to get going. See, we're on this quest-"

"To find the golden crack." Leann finished. "I know." I had almost forgotten that she knew everything. "I also know that you all need sleep. Maybe…" she grinned devilishly at all of us, "you could spend the night?"

And the all lived happily ever after, the end! Psh, just kidding, we all know it doesn't end like that! Anyways, that's it! If you think I should continue, leave a comment saying so, okay? Thanks to all my readers, I'll remember you in the Grammies! Bye-bee!