Me: Hi guys. :)

Thanks for the reviews, as always. I love them. And YES! I finally achieved having this story be in a C2. :)

Anyway, this is kinda a prequel to 'The Chicken Has Achieved Liftoff' By my faithful reviewer HecateA who has kindly allowed me to write this. No spoilers for it.

To Terri M and Musicismyblood this is actually not a "Death to Percabeth!" chapter. It's.. well I don't really know, but it isn't depressing. I was going for more of a chapter that brings out laughter.

This is: Sacrifice

I don't own 'The Chicken Has Achieved Liftoff' by HecateA nor PJO by Rick Riordan.

Percy, Travis, Conner

Summary preview: Watching others sacrifice their pride was... amusing.

I watched Travis completely freak out over the message, whilst debating with Conner over whether Travis should let the code, "the chicken has achieved liftoff' become public or not.

Conner sighed. "Bro, just tell them. I mean, if Percy can tell that you like her, she knows." he threw a sheepish glance at me.

"No offense."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not that oblivious."

The Stolls snorted.

I ignored my growing irritation with the entire thing and ran a hand through my hair. "Travis-"

"What if she laughs? Gods, that would be worse then if Mr. D suddenly got all inspired and turned into a director for some sort of camp musical!"

I blinked rapidly. "Where the Hades did that come fro-"

"No! It would be worse then if Chiron decided to become a party pony! Or if Nico had a sudden urge to sing Christmas carols! Or if Leo goes through with his popcorn-turned-into-ice cream-machine idea!"

We all shuddered at the last one.

"Travis-" Conner tried this time only to be cut off as Travis went off again.

"What if the hippo dies in surgery? What then, Conner?" he rounded on his brother.

Conner paled and I looked on with a morbid sense of fascination. Did they have codes for everything?

"Hippo-?"

"Gah! Even Jackson can see the horrible-ness of the situation! The sacrifice of my pride is at stake here!" Travis said, once again cutting me off.

"Travis!" I yelled finally cutting off his ranting and standing.

The Stolls blinked up at at me, owlishly.

I sighed. "Just tell her that the chicken has achieved liftoff."

A sandy blonde head of hair suddenly made itself know along with a child of around thirteen. The kid grinned hugely, making the elf features more noticeable.

"The chicken has achieved liftoff? Finally! Wait until I tell... everyone!" he- who's name is possibly Robin- cried and raced out of the room, as we looked on with objective horror.

"The cow has dived under the rocket, Conner. The cow has dived under the rocket." Travis said, an almost relived tone in his voice despite his expression.

Conner laughed, lifting the mood, and walked out of the room, most likely deciding to help the younger child of Hermes in the rumor of a flying chicken.

I shook my head, and walked away, hoping the whole 'Chicken Has Achieved Liftoff' wouldn't cause any... Mr. D 'accidents' to happen.

A stray though made me smile.

This was going to drive Annabeth insane.

Me: I love that story. I really really do. You should totally read it.

Seriously. This will make so much more sense if you do.

Thanks again to HecateA for letting me use her story!

Next chapter: Kicked In the Head.

Thoughts?

~ Anna/ Booklover98