Here is chapter 20!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Percy Jackson, Maximum Ride or He Who Should Not be Named.

Leto's POV

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

I kept hitting my head against the edge of the bed, fighting incoming boredom.

"How much longer am I going to be in here?!"

I needed to figure a way out of there. My son (my real son) was expecting me to come back and give him the video of this dimension. Plus, the idea of spending Olympus knows how long in jail wasn't that appealing. Perhaps I could convince King Apollo to let me go or maybe I could pretend I'm sick and jump whoever comes into my cell...

I suddenly heard someone pounding on the door. I froze.

The pounding continued for a few seconds more. Who could it be? Why would anyone be knocking on a jail cell? It's not like I can open it and let them in for a visit. Why, hello random stranger, have you come to visit little ol' me who's been thrown in jail for not singing? My, how kind of you! Let me try to open up this locked door for you.

A blue light suddenly began to surround the door, starting from the bottom and traveling up. What on earth?

The door dissipated into a pool of salt-water, and I was greeted at the other side by a very familiar face. It was a tanned god with dark hair and green eyes. His face had smile lines from years of being cheerful but at the moment though, his face looked very serious.

"It's time to go, Leto," Poseidon said. Then, without even waiting for me, he started to walk down the hall. It took a moment for my mind to process what was happening. He was breaking me out.

"W-wait!" I stuttered, running to catch up with him. I was by his stride in a few seconds. "Why are you breaking me out?"

"It's about time to get you home," Poseidon replied. Home? I couldn't believe it. Also, something seemed different about Poseidon. I studied him closely, trying to figure it out. Then I realized it.

"You aren't singing." I said in disbelief. Poseidon gave me a sheepish smile.

"Don't worry, Apollo won't mind as long as no one else figures out. That way, he'll be able to turn a blind eye," Poseidon said.

"I don't get it. Why are you helping me?" I asked. He shrugged.

"It's pretty simple really: you don't belong here. This is not your dimension and you belong back in your own," Poseidon explained. I nodded. I guess that made sense...

"Wait, how did you figure out I'm not from your dimension?" I asked. As far as I knew, I had only told King Apollo.

"Apollo told me. He said that the Leto I had encountered today was from another dimension and that she was spending time in jail for not singing," Poseidon took a right turn. "This is why I'm a bit concerned..."

"Concerned?" I asked.

"It's almost like... he anticipated me coming to rescue you." We turned another corner.

King Apollo was waiting for us.

Dozens of archers stood behind him, bows ready. I quietly wondered if those people were even real. They all looked exactly identical from their outfits to the triangular arch of their eyebrows. I set my jaw firm and took a step forward. Without even thinking, I reached for my sword only to remember they had confiscated it from me.

"Well?" I asked. Once again, I met his eyes with a challenging gaze. He held them, refusing to back down. Then, what he said next surprised me.

"You better get going," King Apollo said. "Before the other gods find you."

My jaw dropped. "W-what?"

"Well, when Victor said he was going to tell all the other gods that you were here, I decided to go ahead and throw you in jail for your safety," King Apollo explained. I couldn't believe my ears.

"Safety?!" I screeched.

"Yeah, you see, a lot of gods got angry with my dimension mom because she was rather rude to me during an argument we had." Apollo said.

"The reason this dimension me left?" I asked. He nodded.

"Yep. Also, they couldn't have known that you weren't the same Leto and they probably wouldn't have cared. Since you weren't singing, I decided to throw you in jail for that and because I threw you in jail, I knew you'd be pissed off enough to leave," Apollo finished explaining. He smiled, looking rather pleased with himself. I rubbed my temples.

"There's just one tiny flaw with your plan..." I said.

"What's that?" Apollo asked.

"How'd you expect me to leave if you took my Home Dimension device!?" I demanded. He gave me a shocked look.

"I never took it," Apollo said.

"...What?"

"I specifically left it in your pocket so you could go home that way." Apollo said, his voice rising a bit like it did when he was getting upset. He could be lying but... he's the god of truth. He can't lie. So, if that's true then...

"Where is it?"

Percy's POV

I love Camp Half-Blood. Even after traveling to Greece, Italy and all across America, nothing beats our good ol' camp.

Annabeth and I had been living at Camp Half-blood since the war had ended. Even though we had promised to start a family in Camp Jupiter, we decided that we weren't quite ready to settle down yet. For one thing, Annabeth was still the architect of Olympus and it made things a lot easier for her to be a twenty minutes drive away as opposed to an eighteen hours drive away.

Another thing is that my mom and Paul lived in New York and I quite wasn't ready to leave them behind yet, despite my mom insisting that "it would be okay" and that "she understands." Besides, after being away from Camp Half-blood for so long, I kind of missed it.

"Hey, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth said. She sat down next to me and gave me a peck on the cheek. I smiled.

"Hey, Wise Girl," I said, kissing her on the lips.

"Man, I sure missed this place," I said, looking around. She quirked an eyebrow and had a look of amusement in her eyes.

"How? We've been here for about a month now—"

"Ooh! Look at Percy and Annabeth," One of the newer half-bloods shouted. A bunch of the younger kids all ran together to form a group around us. Here we go again...

"Percy and Annabeth sitting by a stream," they sang for what seemed like the hundredth time since we've been there. "K-I-S-S-I-N-G! First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the Cyclops in a baby carriage."

They burst out laughing.

"You got us," I said feebly. The kids huddled around us.

"So, when are you two going to get married?" asked Catherine, a daughter of Eileithyia.

"Uh—"

"How many babies are you going to have?" asked a tiny, floppy haired son of Hypnos.

"I don—"

"Will they be Cyclops because you are a son of Poseidon?" asked a bright-eyed child of Athena. I stood up.

"Time to go," I said. I heard a chorus of disappointed "aw"s. I gave them an apologetic smile.

"I'd love to hang out with you guys but, I kind of want to be alone with Annabeth now" I explained, wrapping my arm around her. A chorus of "ooh"s could be heard.

"We understand," a child of Aphrodite said, winking. All the kids giggled. With my face flushing a deep red, I lead Annabeth with me away from the crowd.

"So... uh, h-how's it going?" I asked awkwardly.

"Don't mind them, Percy. They're just kids," Annabeth reassured me, although her cheeks had a little color too. I remained silent for a while, thinking over their questions. When were we going to get married? Exactly how many kids was Annabeth planning to have with me?

"Uh, Annabeth..." I began. She tilted her head, causing strands of her golden-blonde curls to fall in her face.

"What is it?" Annabeth asked curiously. I felt my face go warmer. How do I ask this and not feel awkward...?

"I... uh... duh..." I said with the words of a genius, worthy of Athena herself. Annabeth's eyes narrowed in curiosity, possibly wondering why I was acting the way I was. I felt like I was talking to Aphrodite again. I felt like a big, slow, dumb cow.

CRASH!

We were passing in front of the big house when we heard something break.

"What was that?" Annabeth asked, her body tensed and ready for a fight.

"I don't know. Let's go check it out," I said, thankful for the distraction. We both ran to the big house, our hands on our weapons in case anything went wrong. Part of me was wondering if it was just Mr. D acting like an idiot again. But, what could he be doing? Also, I thought he had left to join the Olympians for a meeting of "utmost importance"?

Annabeth and I ran onto the porch and I knocked on the screen door.

"Er, Mr. D?" I called out. No one responded but I could hear things continue to crash inside. What was going on? Did Mr. D start hitting the happy juice again without his father knowing?

I knocked again but no one responded.

"Okay, then. We'll be coming in now," I said to whoever was in there. "Please don't kill us." I added.

We walked inside and had to duck to avoid a chair from hitting our heads.

The god wasn't Dionysus.

The god chucking the chairs in the middle of the room was a young, fit god with curly black hair and dove white bird wings coming out of his back. He looked like he belonged on a poster for a Maximum Ride book. He had a determined look on his face, as if throwing chairs against the wall could accomplish something.

"What did those chairs ever do to you?" I asked as he smashed one over the table. He paused for a moment to turn and look at us. He was curious for a minute but then he grinned. He lept/flew through the air towards us and shook our hands vigorously.

"Now, where are my manners? Let me introduce myself— I am Victor, minor god of muscular strength, endurance and speed," Victor introduced himself.

"Uh, hi. My name's Percy Jackson," I replied. My eyes wondered to the chairs. "Why were you...?"

He looked at what I had been staring at. He picked up on my unsaid question.

"Oh! I'm trying to piss off Dionysus," Victor answered. Before I could even begin to ask him why he would want to do such a thing, he started a conversation with Annabeth. "And who are you?"

"I'm Annabeth Chase, architect of Olympus and daughter of Athena." Annabeth said, barely containing the pride in her voice. I rolled my eyes at her when she glanced at me. Annabeth Chase, architect of Olympus and daughter of Athena? Seriously? That title is one step below He Who Shouldn't be Named.

"A daughter of Athena?" Victor said, his eyes lighting up. He gestured to himself. "I'm friends with your mom!"

"Really?" Annabeth asked conversationally although she gave me a This guy?! look. Victor nodded.

"Yep, we were real good friends," Victor replied. As he thought about this, his face suddenly took on a melancholy look. Annabeth and I looked at each other uncertainly, neither of us knowing what was going on. He held this look for a few seconds until he broke into a wide grin again.

"Well, nice meeting you all!" He flew off to Mr. D's fridge. Annabeth and I just stood there, trying to make sense of what had just happened. We were finally jarred out of our daze when we realized what Victor was doing.

"Hey, get out of his fridge!" I shouted. Victor had pulled out one of Mr. D's old pizzas from the fridge and had taken it out of it's Ziploc bag. He took a big whiff of it and reeled back.

"Woo-Wee! That's some bad pizza," Victor remarked, tossing it into the trashcan. Annabeth and I glanced at each other nervously. Dionysus wasn't going to be happy.

"Er, Victor?" Annabeth asked, taking a step forward. He stopped going through the fridge for a moment.

"Yeah?"

"Don't you think there is a... safer way to get Dionysus' attention?" Annabeth suggested. I really hoped he listened.

It seemed the Fates must be blessing us that day because Victor paused to consider the idea.

We held our breaths.

"Nope," Victor said. He continued to rummage through the fridge. I guess the Fates weren't happy with us today. In fact, they seemed to be giving us the finger.

"You sure?" Annabeth asked, sounding a bit more desperate now. "If you want something from him, you could simply ask—"

"Can't," Victor replied. "The Olympians don't like helping minor godlings born after the fall of Rome. Besides, if he figures out I— I GOT IT!"

"Got what?" I asked. I half-expected it to be milk but this is Mr. D's fridge we are talking about. So, of course, the beverage could only be one thing: Diet Coke.

"You know what?" Victor asked, sitting down on the counter. He opened the soda. "I'm kind of thirsty."

We froze.

Then, like a dream, we watched him take a sip of it and smile with satisfaction.

"He's doomed," I said. I quickly decided he was a lost cause and pretty much a goner. I looked at Annabeth. "Let's go before—"

At that moment, the worse thing that could happen did: Mr. D came.

The god's round cherub face was flushed red with anger and purple fire danced in his eyes madly.

Yep, Victor's doomed.

"Hey, Dionysus! I was wondering when you'd arrive," Victor said casually, getting up from his seat. Mr. D glowered.

"Y-You drank my s-soda?" Mr. D stuttered in absolute disbelief. Victor held out his arms.

"Hug?" Victor asked. Mr. D's lips pressed harder together. His face became so red I thought he was going to pass out. Well, at least he didn't seem interested in us.

"HUG?! How about I strangle you with my vines!?" Mr. D screeched. Victor waved the hand with the drink.

"Want it back?" He asked. Mr. D looked down at his drink, his neck also starting to color with anger.

That's when things went terribly wrong. With Mr. D distracted and looking at the soda, Victor summoned a mace in his other hand. Before, Annabeth and I could even call out, the winged god had smashed Mr. D on the side of his head. He went down like a pile of rocks.

"Mr. D!" I shouted. I uncapped my pen and it turned into a sword. I began to charge at Victor. He noticed me coming at him and kicked me back across the room. I slammed into the wall and felt the air get knocked out of me.

"Percy!" Annabeth called out. I slumped to the floor in a daze. I was vaguely aware of Annabeth being pushed to the other side of the room by the winged god. Then, he began to glow. With what little part of my mind that was working, I knew I had to close my eyes or else I'd burn to a crisp. When the light died down, I opened my eyes.

Mr. D and Victor were gone.

Alright! So, you know why Mr. D left now. Someone was drinking his soda! Gods forbid.

Also, that was my Percy POV. I hope it wasn't too bad. Like I said before, I can't write demigod points of views too well.

Also, I hope Victor wasn't too annoying. I know OCs can be obnoxious sometimes but he was necessary for the side plot of this story.

So, please review if you liked it. Also, if you want to see a demigod POV again, just tell me and I'll consider it.