Chaos is like gravity. All it needs is a little push. - The Joker

I've been sitting locked up in my cabin all day. Now it's nearly 11:30, and I'm nowhere near falling asleep. Why? Because I just saw the most disturbing thing ever.

...

Let me rephrase. Not disturbing like "your-mom-in-the-bathtub-disturbing" but more like "OMG-I-can't-believe-I-just-saw-that-disturbing." I just said OMG. I'm going insane.

Anyway, I just saw something completely mind-blowing. Annabeth. Talking to Aphrodite.

This normally wouldn't be anything unusual, but what with the recent goings-on, it was very unusual. Why would Annabeth be talking to the goddess of love, who was probably giving magic to an unknown demigod (who might be Calypso)?

Okay, I need to take a deep breath and calm down. The traitor can't be Annabeth. She might have her faults, but she would never betray the camp like that. It was one of the reasons I used to love her so much.

...I never said that.

"Perseus?" There was a knock at my door, thankfully interrupting me from my disturbing (a lot of things in my life can be described as "disturbing") thoughts.

"Come in," I called wearily.

The door opened and Calypso slipped into the cabin, looking as beautiful as ever.

"What is wrong?" she asked, her eyes wider than usual as she looked at me.

"Nothing," I mumbled, shaking the hair out of my eyes. Talking about Annabeth to Calypso was the last thing I wanted to do.

"Are you worried for your friend, the son of Hades?" she asked kindly.

"Yeah, I am. Uh, Connor and Travis Stoll, you know sons of Hermes?" I started out tentatively. Calypso nodded. "They, well, have this theory that Nico might be under the influence of love magic."

Calypso's mouth opened for a second, but then closed so fast that I was sure I must have imagined it. "Why would they think that?"

I shrugged, looking away. "I don't know," I said slowly. "But they seem pretty sure that Lady Aphrodite is giving someone in the camp access to magic."

"Do you know any person who would do such a thing?" she sounded so innocent, so oblivious. There was no way she could be the traitor.

"Nope." I stated carefully.

"Perseus," Calypso reached over to put a hand on my shoulder. "You can tell me anything. You do not have to hide anything."

When she touched me, I realized what she was saying was true. There was nothing to hide from her. "I saw Annabeth talking to Aphrodite." I blurted out.

Whoa. That was definitely not what I wanted to say.

Calypso's face was downcast. "So you believe that Annabeth has betrayed the camp?"

"No, no," I said quickly. "I don't think that at all!"

Her eyes hardened, and she took one my hands in hers. Again, her soothing touch cleared my mind, calming down my hectic, ADHD brain. "Then who do you think it is?"

"Annabeth." I stated. It suddenly all made sense. I couldn't believe I had for one second thought that Calypso was the culprit. It was obviously Annabeth. She had never done anything right. "You're right Calypso. It has to be Annabeth."

"I'm sorry," her hand slid up my arm, "She was a friend of yours, wasn't she?" Her voice sounded forcibly calm, border-line accusatory.

"No, no she wasn't!" The only thing I could think about was how terrible Annabeth was for doing something like this to the camp.

Looking at Calypso, I realized just how different she was from Annabeth. She was always there for me, whereas Annabeth never did anything but...she just wasn't nice. There were no redeeming qualities about her at all.

Come to think of it, I couldn't think of any bad qualities about her either. I couldn't think of anything at all really.

But none of that mattered, because the next second, Calypso pressed her lips to mine and I forgot everything.

Who I was, where I was, what I was doing. Everything.

And that made it kind of hard to stop what I was doing.

Sorry it's so short! Trust me, it's better this way ;)