Story of the Week: Chaos Theory by Cloud 1174196 (how did you come up with these numbers!?)

Hey guys, I'm back! Now our heroes are going back to Earth with their sidekicks! I know, FINALLY! I have recently heard of a mysterious group called "Critics United", who have been flaming and reporting stories because they bend the rules a little. I heard one story was deleted for "unkind language" and in their review "Critics United" used the same language to insult the author. So if "Critics United" is reading this, I DARE YOU DELETE MY STORY, I HAVE MULTIPLE BACKUPS AND I CAN KEEP POSTING FOREVER!

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or HoO, I only own the content from the depths of my twisted mind.

Percy's PoV

We were standing in our room on the Riordan, Chaos' ship. Since we were heading back to Earth (by the way, on Earth it's December 21, 2012), I was afraid people would be pretty scared at a giant black hole shaped ship heading towards Earth on Doomsday. Although it was also pretty funny, getting to scare the living crap out of scientists that think they know everything because they have three pieces of a five million piece puzzle. Anyways, all nine of us shared a room. I know, you're thinking something like "WTF?" or "gross", but it was a huge room. There were ten beds; on one wall, three on two walls, four on the other. There were even curtains so people would be more private. So everybody got into their natural positions and bunks. Clayton and Seth got as far away from each other as possible, Michaela got the bed in the corner farthest from them, Jenny and Griffon got beds right next to each other, I got a bed in between Alpha and Michaela, and Erica got the bed next to Clayton. Mark just passed out on the floor.. We put our stuff down and I spoke.

"Ok, we need ground rules. No stealing," I looked at the twins. "No fighting, or making odd or annoying noises when we're trying to sleep, and no… activity while we're sleeping." I looked at Griffon and Jenna, who were blushing furiously.

"I have a question," Clayton said. "What if we're trying to sleep and somebody ties to kidnap us or something?"

"Then use your freaking demigod powers! Vaporize them for all I care!" I said.

"What if it's one of us?" Seth asked.

"Then use your powers, and if they still overpower you, you're screwed so save your energy," I said, getting tired.

"But what if they-"

"Shut up!" I yelled. "No more questions!" I heard some muttering about my rules, but I didn't care. I needed my sleep, and I wasn't going to have Michaela's taser fly into my face at midnight AGAIN.

I arranged my stuff and left the room. The only other people on the Riordan besides my friends and I are the backup pilot and a maid, so Seth, Michaela and I have to pilot Chaos' prized flagship. I was NOT looking forward to that again. I walked into the cockpit and was surprised to see Chaos there.

"Lord Chaos, may I ask what you're doing here?" I asked trying not to sound disrespectful.

"I am just making sure you do not crash my pride and joy," he said. I nodded in comprehension.

"I was wondering, when I first woke up you mentioned another half-brother of mine. What was that about?" I asked.

"You will understand in time, Perseus. For now, let's focus on your decision. When you get to Earth, there will be a war, and your friends will be in danger. You have two choices. One, you can let this war unfold itself while you and your friends go on a quest to free the Fates. Two, you can help out with the war, letting whoever has the Fates decide how it will end. I trust you will make the right decision, even if it may not be the decision you would prefer," Chaos explained. I felt torn and confused. I wanted to help Annabeth, and see my friends again, but I also knew that if I didn't free the Fates, I wouldn't have any friends left to see. Chaos gave me a choice, I thought. So either choice is a decent one, right? He wouldn't let me die!

"Sleep on it, Perseus" Chaos said. "I will be back tomorrow morning to help guide the ship." Chaos teleported away and I walked up to the controls. Seth and Michaela walked in.

"Ready to fly?" I asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be," Michaela sighed. I pressed the ignition button and the Riordan roared to life.

"Ok Seth, flip the pussy-willow," I said exasperatedly. Michaela gave me a 'WTF?' look and I just shook my head. Seth flipped the switch and the Riordan lifted off. I sat down in the pilot's chair and steered us toward Earth.

Griffon's PoV

Wow. Percy really knows how to embarrass somebody. Does he really think I would do anything with Jenny? I haven't even asked her out yet because of our mission. Oh well. I left the room and wandered through the ship. I saw Clayton and Erica in the ballroom with the weirdest disco ball ever. The disco ball changed shape and size and seemed to flow with the music.

"Clayton, if Michaela kills you can I have your disco ball?" I asked sincerely.

"What a great half-brother you are," he replied sarcastically.

"Maybe you should have been more patient and waited until we got back to demand a disco ball," Erica scolded.

"You're lucky I didn't steal the other one," Clayton replied.

"If we're going to be friends, I'm going to have to teach you to be a decent person," Erica said.

"What? No!" Clayton panicked. I laughed. Clayton glared at me. "What's so funny bro? You find it funny that Erica is going to torture me? Is that it?"

"Well, if you think it's torture we don't have to be friends," she said innocently. Clayton got wide-eyed. I just stood there enjoying the scene like it was a play.

"You're really making me choose between you and myself? That's wrong!" Clayton said hysterically. I half expected him to start crying.

"It's not wrong, I just think you could learn to refrain from stealing stuff unless you half to," Erica said in a matter-of-fact tone. Clayton sat down in a chair and started rubbing his temples.

"Why me? Stupid Fates!" He muttered. Thunder rumbled.

"What the heck?" I said. "We're in space! They can't possibly have thunder in space!"

"Well there are storms in space," Erica countered.

"Touche," I said in a crappy French accent.

"Don't," she said. "Just don't." I stuck my tongue out at her and sat down next to Clayton.

Well guys... what do you think? Awesome, average, horrible? Either way, please review. I also need to know something. Thalia has been acting pretty... bad lately, so do you want her to come to her senses and help Percy and Annabeth, or should she keep being a b**** and disappear for reasons my sick mind haven't invented yet? Review your answer, please. - AssassinOfNeptune