A/N: Aloha! Second chapter!

Anyway, onto the chapter! P.S. Make sure to read the bottom author's note. It's important!

Disclaimer: I wish I owned Percy Jackson.

No POV

The time-travel Iris Message system barely fit on the coffee table. All of the demigods and Chiron leaned their heads in to see it.

"Now, to figure out which of you will cause the least amount of trouble on the quest, I will use this to see a memory from when you all were five. Then, we will decide who gets to take the pills." Chiron explained carefully. "How many pills are there?"

"Three," Travis and Connor said in unison.

"Okay. Who shall we see first?"

"Just get mine over with," Clarisse muttered.

"Ah, Clarisse. This should be….interesting." Chiron stated.

He asked Clarisse what the year was when she was five, and told the disc. The demigods could see their reflection in it only for a moment, as it started to shimmer, and a little girl was in view.

She had choppy dirty blonde hair and a small, petite figure. There was an adult there that was probably her mom. They both were standing in an aisle at a store.

"Now sweetie," Clarisse's mom chided. "You can't have that nerf gun, it costs too much. Plus, don't you think it's more for boys than for girls?"

The girl stamped her foot in aggravation. Then turned to her mom and screamed. "IT'S NOT FAIR! It's not fair—it's not fair—it's not fair!" She repeated every time she jumped up and down angrily. "I want it!"

"No, Clarisse." Her mother said gently. "You already have enough toys,"

"They're NOT TOYS! They're weapons!" Clarisse protested. "One day I'll have real weapons! That I can hurt people with—"

"Clarisse!" Her mother scolded. "Weapons are for defense! Not for hurting people for no reason!"

Clarisse sneered at her mom and turned away for a moment, put on the puppy-dog-eyes, and turned back to her mom. "I'm sorry; I just want it so I can practice to be in the army." She said innocently as she fluttered her eyes.

"No."

Clarisse's eyes flashed with anger. "I HATE YOU!" She screamed as she ran away from her mom, carrying a nerf gun package with her.

The image fogged up, and they all could see their reflections again.

Annabeth pointed out the obvious. "Well, Clarisse isn't turning five,"

"If she did, we would have to buy her all kinds of nerf guns. And she has a big chance of running off. If she runs off…" Travis trailed off. "Let's just say she'd have to be a five-year-old for a while."

"Good. I didn't want to be a five-year-old anyway," Clarisse said. "If I'm not five…"

"You will watch over the ones who are five," Chiron proposed. "Okay, next!"

"I'll go," Percy volunteered.

Chiron did the same thing for Percy as he did for Clarisse, and the disc's surface shimmered once more.

Little Percy was sitting in front of a TV, watching SpongeBob. He had a bag of potato chips in his lap, and was eating quietly. His mom was at the kitchen counter, chopping up cucumbers.

Percy giggled when Squidward got locked in the freezer. His mom smiled at him, but stopped when a blue Camaro entered the driveway.

She rolled her eyes as she walked to the fridge. She pulled out a bowl of guacamole and turned off the TV.

"Percy, go to your room. Gabe's here,"

Little Percy turned sharply and scrambled out of sight. He took his bag of potato chips with him.

The door was slammed open and Gabe plopped on the couch—where Percy had recently been sitting.

"Where's my guacamole?" he yelled angrily at Sally Jackson.

"Right here," she handed it to him, looking like she was trying hard not to strangle him.

Percy peered from around the corner. You could see he was terrified of Gabe by the look on his face. He tried to stay unnoticeable, but it didn't work.

As soon as his mom had left the room, Gabe motioned Percy over.

"Come here, kid," Gabe said. "Why are you spying on me!"

Percy trembled. "I-I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to!"

"I outta beat you for eavesdropping! You do know what eavesdropping is, don't you?"

Percy shook his head fast. Tears were streaming down his face.

"You're not very smart either. You're just a stupid, lying, evil, little brat who deserves—"

"GABE!" Percy's mother scolded as she ran back into the room. "He's just a kid! I told him to stay out of your way, I'm sorry."

"You don't look like you're sorry!" Gabe muttered angrily.

Sally Jackson scooped up Percy. He sobbed into her arms, saying how he didn't mean to cause harm and was sorry.

"Get that kid out of my sight!" Gabe called to Percy's mom as she headed towards her son's room.

Sally turned sharply. "He never did ANYTHING to you! He's never stolen or anything! I can see why he's scared of you, because you're a—"

The image fogged up on the bronze disc, and everyone was silent.

"That's Gabe for you," Percy murmured. "Stupid, abusive step-father."

"We should let Percy turn five," Annabeth suggested. "He probably had a hard time with Gabe and all."

"Yeah,"

"Good idea!"

"Sure, why not?"

"So Percy gets to turn five," Chiron took a note on a piece of paper. "How about Annabeth next?"

Within minutes, a memory of Annabeth showed up on the screen.

She had her blonde curls in a small ponytail, and was crying in what looked like an attic. It was very dark, except for one source of light from a window.

Her step-mother climbed into the attic. "Come on, your dinner is ready,"

Everyone had already known that Annabeth's step-mother treated her like an outsider, but not why.

Little Annabeth ran down the hallway and into the dining room to see her father, step-mother, and two younger step-brothers already at the table.

Her step-brothers were sitting in highchairs and throwing food at each other. Annabeth sat down quietly and ate her food. Occasionally, she would rub her eyes from the crying she had done previously.

"I'm sorry about what happened yesterday," Annabeth's father said.

His daughter didn't respond.

"It wasn't your fault," He tried to convince her, but Annabeth's step-mother cut in.

"It was her fault! She put our family in danger!"

"Annabeth did nothing wrong," he protested. "Life is hard for her. It'll get better eventually,"

"Eventually?" she screeched. "She almost set the whole house on fire! She could've killed everyone! We were cleaning out the basement and what did she do? She decided to use the stove. After I repeatedly told her not to—"

"I wanted to make you all some lunch! As an apology for yelling at you earlier!" Annabeth stood up out of her chair, and ran off.

She ran up to the attic once more, and pulled a piece of paper from a drawer.

"I hope this will work," Annabeth muttered to herself. "I'll do it soon,"

On the top of the paper, the title read 'Run Away Plan'.

The memory faded away.

"Annabeth should turn five too." Nico said.

"Will they remember what happened after the quest is finished?" Clarisse asked.

"Probably not," Connor answered, glancing towards his brother. "There's some amnesia dust in these pills, so we'll have a second chance to make an impression. But don't worry," He added as he saw the look on Annabeth's face. "You'll still remember everything from before—like your name and stuff, but you won't remember this quest."

Percy nodded. "So we will remember the second titan war and all of our other quests?"

"Yep."

"Okay…Nico?" Chiron asked.

"I want to go last," Nico said. He was staring at the time-travel Iris Message system, wondering what would pop up as his memory. Especially since he didn't have one.

"Travis and Connor," Chiron rolled his eyes. "Let's get this over with,"

"Why do you hate us so?" Travis put a hand to his heart. "You're our role model,"

"No he's not! Chuck Norris is, remember?" Connor recalled.

"Oh yeah! Sorry 'bout that Chiron."

Chiron sighed as the memory of the Stolls came up on the disc.

Little Travis and Connor were bouncing up and down on a couch, laughing and singing.

Travis threw a pillow at Connor, which immediately started a pillow fight.

"Why would Mom ever leave us alone at the house?" Connor yelled cheerfully.

"She thought we were responsible…whatever that means! Why are we screaming anyway?"

"Mom never lets us scream inside the house!"

They hopped down from the couch and turned on the television.

"Let's watch Mom's soap operas!" Travis suggested.

They sat on the carpet and stared at the TV with their mouths open for three minutes. Connor almost cried when the girl's boyfriend cheated on her. It was only the beginning of the soap opera

"This is BORING!" Travis complained. "GASP! I know! We should eat candy!"

"Mom put the candy on top of the refrigerator, remember?" Connor recalled.

Travis shook Connor's shoulders. "Who cares! Who are we?"

"Connor and Travis—superheroes!"

"And what are we?"

"Awesome!" Connor took a look around and his eyes widened. "And in a lot of trouble!"

"Exactly! Why should the trouble stop there? Let's go!"

Minutes later Connor and Travis were on top of the kitchen counter, one holding the other, while trying to reach a bag of candy.

"Can you reach it?" Connor struggled to breath. He was holding his brother up—and unfortunately—Travis was very heavy.

"Almost there!" Travis reached his arm out as far as he could. So close…

"Boys!"

Connor lost his grip and both brothers fell, tumbling off the counter, without the bag of candy.

The memory faded and the Stolls looked towards Chiron.

"No," Chiron said quickly. "You two are not being five-year-olds. You'd cause too much trouble.

"So, Nico, you are going to turn five. We do not need to see a memory. It is final." Chiron grabbed the pills and passed one to Nico, Annabeth, and Percy. "You can swallow them."

Annabeth and Nico swallowed theirs, but before Percy could, Connor grabbed the pill and swallowed it himself.

"CONNOR!" Chiron yelled angrily.

That was the last thing that Connor heard before he passed out, along with Annabeth and Nico.

A/N: That was a twist! Make sure to check my profile to see links of what Nico, Connor, and Annabeth look like as kids! Percy, Clarisse, and Travis have to be babysitters. This should be good. Anyways, please review telling me what they should encounter. I've already got god encounters, but I need shop encounters and stuff, like them going to McDonalds and getting angry at the Happy Meal toys they get. Or Nico wanting to go to Toys 'R' Us. Stuff like that.