Hey guys! Thanks for all the reviews last chapter! Again, sorry for the long wait! But I'm glad many of you said that you don't hate me for continuously changing the update days! I don't think I need to do that any time soon, but I'll let you know probably one chapter before. ;) Anyways, about homecoming! Yes, he did (finally) end up asking me, but only after I started the conversation. ;) And I didn't do anything stupid. And I don't plan on doing anything stupid until marriage. Cause I'm "old fashioned" like that. The homecoming dance itself sucked (there were too many people taking the term "inappropriate dancing" too far...) but i still kinda had fun because my date was really (uncharacteristically) sweet. He brought me flowers and everything. :) Anyways, on with the disclaimer! I own nothing but please enjoy this chapter! :)

Percy's POV

"Come in," Chaos called in a hard, emotionless voice. I gulped quickly before turning the door knob and walking into the room.

"You wanted to see me?" I asked nervously, cursing internally when my voice shook ever so slightly.

Chaos was sitting at his large desk. He was looking at a paper when i walked in, but he set that down and looked at me once I started speaking.

He nodded his head, then gestured to the chair in front of the desk. "Take a seat, Perseus."

I quickly examined the leather chair, making sure there weren't any hidden trap doors under it that send that person sitting to certain death. Or any stains in the leather that look like blood or urine. I didn't see any; hopefully before Chaos realized what I was doing, I sat down.

Given the amount of amusement sparkling in his dark eyes, he might've realized what I was doing. Or he found something else to make fun of about me. I'm not in not sure which would be more comforting.

"I'm surprised you arrived so quickly," Chaos said, the corners of his lips lifting up slightly. "Seeing as how you arrived so late to dinner, I thought you'd arrive later, not five minutes after I sent me messenger out."

I shrugged. "He showed me the way. And for a short man, he sure is fast. I was practically jogging just to keep up with him."

Chaos chuckled. "Yes, that was purposeful. I sent my faster messaged to fetch my slowest warrior, just to see which would prevail."

I chuckled too, until I realized something and frowned. "What do you mean, slowest warrior?"

The creator of the universe cleared his throat. "Yes, so, let's start talking about why I summoned you."

"Now wait a minute—"

"I have something very important to discuss with you, so if you'd please shut up... Thank you." He took a deep breath. "I have a proposition for you. One I hope you accept."

There was a moment of silence. Chaos was examining my face, no doubt taking in my expression of uncomfortable-ness. He sighed. "You can speak again, Perseus."

I breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank the gods. Do you know how hard that was? Geez, that took more self control than I thought i had!"

Chals rolled his eyes, letting out his own sigh. Except his was more of an exasperated one than a relieved one. I wonder why he was so exasperated.

Must've been that paperwork he was doing before I walked in.

"So, will you listen to my proposition?"

I shrugged. "Sure, why not."

Chaos smiled slightly. "Thank you. Now, don't interrupt. If you do, I don't know if I'll have the nerve to finish."

"Ok...?" By now, I was more than slightly suspicious.

Nodding, Chaos took a deep breath.

"Would you like to be my adopted son?"

I almost choked on my own spit. Even so, I was so shocked that I just sat there for a moment, jaw touching the seat of my leather chair.

Chals took my silence as rejection. "I mean, I know this is kinda sudden. But I've been looking for an heir for a long time, in case I fight a battle that turns out to be my last, or in case I need to waste a large amount of energy for an important reason. After i saw you try to sacrifice yourself to save the life of a woman you hadnt really known for all that long, including time in and out of Tartarus, I knew you must be the one I had been looking for."

The one. That's what Annabeth had called me when we first met, back when we were twelve. For once, I didn't feel a terrible pain in my heart when I thought about her. The rusty, dull sword wasn't digging into my body. How odd.

Chaos kept talking through my internal musing. I tuned back in as he appeared to be wrapping up the rant. "I know you must have questions for me, and I don't blame hou. Heck, I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to think this over for a bit. I mean, the betrayal you must feel about your father is probably fresh in your mind, and I don't want to step in and intrude. In fact—"

Scrap what I said a minute ago; Chaos didn't appear to be stopping the rant any time soon. So I did what any impatient teenager would do; I interrupted him.

"Chaos, stop ranting." He obeyed, turning his dark-yet-multicolored gaze on me.

"Did you just interrupt me?" He sounded incredulous.

I nodded confidently, although deep inside I was shaking, praying he wouldn't kill me or something for the interruption.

For or a full minute, Chaos and I had a staring competition. All my nerves screamed at me to look away, beg for mercy, grovel on my knees, but some foolish sense of trust or complacency kept me from looking away.

Chaos finally blinked. "Why did you interrupt me? Especially after I told you not to." His voice had a mixture of sorrow, disappointment, and anger.

I took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for what I was about to say and whatever reaction I'd get.

"If you're going to adopt a teenage boy, you have to know that we're pretty impatient. Especially me."