Hola. Here begins the collection of one-shot-ish chapters that I'm doing based on my OC for the Percy Jackson series. If you've read The Devil's Angel, you should know (and hopefully even love) our little Clio. If you haven't, I suggest you go read that now. It'll help. Or, maybe not, but you'll be entertained by it. Promise.

Basically, these chapters are fun ideas I come across, that don't necessarily fit into the plot of Devil's Angel. There's no specific time frame, just general. These will include anything that I may happen to think of, and also anything... that YOU GUYS come up with. That's right, if you can think of a good short chapter idea involving Clio and/or (preferably and) Nico, you can PM it to me or post it in a review. If I like the idea and think I can make something out of it, I'll probably write it.

Have fun, dolls!

Annabeth and I sat talking in Percy's apartment, waiting for the return of the boys.

"You're kidding," I told her. "Even Percy's not that stupid!"

She shrugged. "I don't know. But I swear to the gods that's what this kid was doing."

I sighed, shaking my head. "Guys need to learn how to shop."

We sat in silence for a moment, contemplating.

"Hey," I said suddenly, 'You know what I heard from someone recently?"

She sat, waiting.

"You know how people have fandoms for your books?" Annabeth nodded, a little wary. "Some of them make fanart! They post it on, like DevArt. It's supposedly really cool."

She raised an eyebrow. "Why don't we check it out? I think we should be the judge of whether it's cool or not."

I stood and raced over to the computer, pressing the power button eagerly. As it booted up, Annabeth pulled a chair over. I scooted a few inches to the side so we could have equal views of the screen.

The computer finally turned on. I clicked open an Internet page and went to the DeviantArt homepage. When I got there, I asked Annabeth, "What should we look for first?"

She paused. "Um. Percy? Me? Grover? I dunno."

I typed in 'Percy Jackson' and hit enter. The page quickly filled with fanart.

"Oooh, look at this one!" I clicked on it. It was a digital picture of Percy, Annabeth, and Tyson on the Princess Andromeda, ringed by a huge circle of monsters. "You look fierce."

Wrinkling her nose, she clicked the next button. "My hair looks awful. Doesn't even look like me anyway."

I shrugged, and tilted my head at the next picture. This one featured Grover and Juniper snuggling.

"Awww," we both cooed.

"Still doesn't look like them," I observed, clicking next.

When she saw the next picture, Annabeth squealed in dismay and covered her face with her hands. "Turn it off! Turn it off!"

I just had time to see the picture before she pressed the monitor button. It was of her and Percy, a depiction of them as Greek god style statues. Meaning to say, naked in marble, clinging together. Like all the carvings on the outside of business buildings in New York.

"That one actually kind of looked like you two," I told her, eyes wide as I snickered.

"Don't say that!" she wailed. "Search something else!"

I turned the monitor back on and added 'Nico di Angelo' next to Percy's name. "Okay, you can look."

Annabeth slowly pulled her hands away from her face, just as I clicked on the first search result.

The piece of artwork that turned up was huge. I had to scroll sideways just to see the whole thing.

"That is awesome," Annabeth said appreciatively. I nodded my agreement.

It was a painting of Percy and Nico, and it looked like they were on the shore of LA. Well, Nico was. Percy was standing in the surf, zany kid of the sea god that he is. Surrounding Nico were hordes of undead skeletons pouring out of a crevice in the sand. Percy looked like he was in the eye of a miniature typhoon. They both wore wicked, determined grins, gripping their swords as they lunged towards each other.

"Who d'you think would win?" I asked after a minute of examining the details.

We looked at each other.

"Nico!" I burst out at the same time Annabeth blurted, "Percy!"

The two of us dissolved into laughter.

"Guess we'll never know," I giggled, clicking next.

We went through a few more Percy/Nico actions pieces, commentating the whole way.

"How many is this?" Annabeth wondered aloud as I pressed the next button yet again.

"This'll be the thirteenth," I informed her as the page loaded.

When it did, my jaw dropped open. Turning to glance at Annabeth, I saw that hers had done the same, and her face was quickly turning pink. We both sat staring, dumbfounded, at the picture, too shocked to move.

This one was a slightly sketchy pencil drawing of the boys engaged in a, may I say, very passionate kiss. And let me tell you, if the two of them actually did have bodies like that, we'd be chasing them like cats in heat.

We were still gaping at that page when the front door opened. I scrambled to click the next button as Percy came bounding in.

"What are you two looking at?" he asked, peering over our shoulders.

I turned to him, sighing in relief that the page had changed in time. "Nothing important."

"Well then, let's see it."

I glanced at Annabeth and discreetly passed a hand across my forehead. She nodded, telling me she agreed. I saw Nico in the corner of my eye heading for the bathroom, and turned to look back at me.

The image that greeted me made me want to puke. Annabeth could barely get a surprised squeak out. Percy just stared open-mouthed like he couldn't think of a reaction.

This extremely detailed digital image featured the two boys once again, only this seemed to be a picture of them when they were younger, say the age they were supposed to be by the last book. And, can I say something? They were butt naked. Yes. One hundred percent, completely clothes-free. The sheets were glowing around them like moonlace, pillows scattered everywhere. Percy was holding Nico ever so gently, his face soothing, reassuring. Nico was hanging on to Percy's shoulders for dear life, and his expression was one of childish innocence, anxiety and fear, and excitement. His eyes were half-closed, and there was a fierce blush painted on his cheeks. Okay, now I probably was going to be sick.

"I'm not gay," Percy said finally, sounding faintly shocked and confused. He repeated the statement. "I'm not gay."

"What the hell are you guys looking at?" I heard Nico say. I turned to find him standing behind me, his face the polar opposite of the one in the picture. Actually, he looked like he might puke, too.

"Uh..." came my intelligent reply.

"I'm not gay," Percy once again informed us, turning imploringly to Nico.

"I sure as hell am not," Nico said, turning to respond to him and instantly regretting it. The moment their eyes met, they both glanced away and took a step in the other direction. "I must've missed some sort of memo here," he continued, looking critically at me. "Is this something you guys are into?"

Annabeth's face was glowing red, and I'm pretty sure mine matched as the two of us spent a good couple of minutes sputtering various versions of 'no'. Even after that, Nico was still looking at me strangely.

"Anyways," he said finally, sounding awkward, "in light of this... yeah, um, I'll be leaving. Clio, you can stay with Annabeth as long as you like."

Immediately, I sprang up, almost knocking the chair backwards. As he moved towards the door, I latched onto his arm.

Annabeth got up to see us off, still blushing madly but trying to act like things were normal, like we hadn't just seen what was basically an 'artistic' version of porn involving two members of our group, and the reason we were leaving had nothing to do with the fact that it was just too indescribably awkward to stick around. Percy followed her in a stupor, repeating his mantra of "I'm not gay".

Annabeth opened the door, mumbling, "See you later, guys," and staring at her feet. The last things I heard before the door closed were the familiar words, "I'm not gay," and her responding kindly, "I know you're not."

"Well," Nico said way too casually as we went down the stairs, "that was interesting, to say the least."

"Interesting is a kind way of putting it," I murmured, hand over my fretful stomach. "I think I'm gonna hurl."

"Now tell me. What I saw, was that it an unlucky coincidence that I saw it, or was it just unlucky?"

"Unlucky," I said hurriedly, clinging to him to try and prove my point. "So unlucky. We were just looking for fanart; we didn't think things like that would pop up. There was one of the two of them, too..." I shut up, realizing that I was rambling.

He laughed, hugging me closer as we stepped into the November chill. "Well, I'm only a little screwed up. Nothing a few... years of therapy can't fix."

"What was that?" I asked sharply.

"What was what?"

"You said something between the words 'few' and 'years'. What did you say?"

He shrugged. "Hundred."

I groaned and leaned my head on his shoulder. "Better make it group therapy. How much do you think I liked seeing that? I wanted to punch Percy's lights out, and it wasn't even his fault."

My comment elicited more laughter. "Note to everyone – don't look up anything from a fandom that you're involved in."

"Fandoms are dark, evil things." I shuddered, and there was a partly awkward silence.

We walked the rest of the way home in it.

Well. What an episode. It's gonna take a bit more that a couple hundred years of therapy to fix that, darlins. Percy's IQ definitely took a hit of a couple thousand points. Annabeth... really doesn't know how to react. Poor thing. Embarrassed out of her wits. Who knew a moment of relief could be so brief? And Nico is just very, profoundly screwed up. Much more so than he lets on.

No hard feelings to those who do Perco stuff, but I don't go for it, personally. Doesn't work with my images of them. And as far as I know, none of the mentioned art pieces actually exist, so by all means, take em and run with em. DeviantArt needs more PJATO fanart anyway. I especially like the Percy Nico epic battle scene.