A/N Sorry this isn't the next chapter of any of my other fics! Also, I wish that I was as good at writing that sarcastic humor that Percy has, but I'm not! Please try to put up with me! Finally, this fic takes place between the Heroes of Olympus series and the Trials of Apollo series. Except that Leo and Calypso made their way back already. Scratch that. It's more like Trials of Apollo never happened. Please read and review! And enjoy!

(Also, You already know I don't own Percy Jackson, because if I did, I'd be writing something a lot more official than fanfiction. But I don't)

(Percy's POV)

"You want us to WHAT!"

My day had been going great! It was finally safe for me, Annabeth and the rest at Camp Halfblood. No more murderous dirt ladies. No more Roman augari psychopaths. We could just exist. Together. And now this!

Since Annabeth and I were each the head counselors in our cabin, we headed up to the Big House together when Chiron called a meeting. Everyone sat around the pingpong table, Nico, Will, Travis, Jason, Piper, Katie, Leo, Calypso, even Mr. D, EVERYONE. (Yeah, there were more people, but with all the new cabins, I didn't go naming them all. Would take too long. In fact, it was starting to get a little crowded around the pingpong table.)

Chiron sat in his wheelchair form. "Okay everyone, I have called you here today because . . ."

A loud sound of dispensing Cheez Whiz could be heard, coming from Travis's edge of the table. The room turned to look at him.

"What? I was hungry!"

Chiron sighed. "Anyway. We just received news that several cyclops have started causing chaos in New York City. They are still young, and they were captured by mortals and sent to a male juvenile detention center. However, they are far from secure, and we believe that they could break out any moment. Along with some of the worst young delinquents in the city. We need 3 campers to infiltrate the prison and deal with them. I know this is irregular, but I have already chosen the boys, men, since we are lacking an Oracle; Percy Jackson, Jason Grace and Leo Valdez."

And there we are are. Now is the point where we all jump up in unison and yell,

"You want us to WHAT!"

Leo goes first. "Don't you think we've done enough to get a break? Because this Super Mcsnizzle Bad Boy Supreme needs a break. I died for this! I just got to be with my girlfriend! And now you want me to go running off to some jail cell!"

"Not that I wouldn't do anything to protect Camp Halfblood, but I don't think WE personally are necessary for this mission. Anyone can do this. And we're tired out!" Jason, loyal, but to the point.

And then there's me. " Ever since I was twelve, I've been the center of things. The Big Three Prophecy. Me. The Prophecy of the Seven. I wasn't the center, but I was in it. I barely had a break between those two things even! I had my mind wiped! I fell into Tartarus! What will I have to do to PROTECT THIS CAMP? WHEN WILL IT END?

I realize that I'm ranting, but I don't care. They need to feel it. My pain. My sorrow. My anger.

Then I feel Annabeth's hand on my arm. I slowly calm down and look around. Everyone is staring at me. Will's water bottle erupted in his face, so now he's soaked. Even Mr. D looks slightly perturbed. I moan and slump back into my chair.

Ever since Tartarus, I have these emotional swings, this need to be felt, heard. Usually, I can keep it in check. It's a lot easier to in adrenaline-filled circumstances, or with Annabeth by my side. But sometimes it isn't enough.

"That, Perseus Jackson," I whip my head in surprise towards Dionysus. He used my actual name! "That is exactly why we picked you."