After the events of TLO

"Come on, Perce! Celebrate!" Travis whacked Percy on the back. Percy rolled his eyes.

"I am celebrating, Travis." It was Travis's turn to roll his eyes.

"Yeah, like sitting alone and drinking punch is celebrating. Come on, man! Unhinge! We won the war!" Percy glared at him.

"At the cost of many other lives, Travis." He said, referring to a certain daughter of Athena. Travis's mood went down.

"Look. I'm really sorry about Annabeth's death, ok? But be glad! We're still here." Percy scowled.

"I'd rather be alone right now, Travis." Percy walked to his cabin. Travis shrugged at his retreating form.

Percy laid down on his bed.

Annabeth had died. He couldn't forget that. The way the scythe cut her stomach, making a long, bloody scratch. It was horrifying. He put his face in his hands.

If Annabeth were here, what would she say?

Come on, Seaweed Brain!

Tears began to leak out of his eyes. But he smiled. He knew Annabeth would want him to live a happy life.

He wiped his face and walked out of his cabin to join the others at the pavilion. But first, he went to the beach.

The sea. It made him calm. He smiled.

A blinding white flash in front of him ruined that happy moment. And someone cussing in front of him.

Suddenly a bunch of teenagers popped onto him.

"FUUUU-" He was interrupted as they landed on his face.

Percy felt something soft. "Who is touching my breasts?!" He yelped. "Sorry!"

Percy used all his might to get them off him. "Oh fuck. I think I broke my back." He groaned and fell back on the ground.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" A stutter from a feminine voice in front of him. His eyes were closed.

He opened his eyes. Eight curious eyes stared him in the face. "Wh-what the?!"

He stumbled and had his back to a tree. "Who are you people?!"

Eight girls stood in front of him. They all looked battle worn. One was missing a shirt. Percy averted his eyes.

"Why are we here? Leah?" One with lightning blue eyes asked. A girl who looked elfish, with brown, oil-smelling hair that was singed at the edges shrugged.

"I think the device malfunctioned." One with sky-blue eyes (I like to think that's what Jason's eyes look like. FUCK. Spoiler.) groaned.

"Does that mean we're stuck here?" The leader, the one without the shirt, shook her head.

"There's got to be a way." They all started talking at once.

"SHUT UP. God, you guys are giving me a migraine." Percy held his temples. They instantly quieted down.

"All right. First things first. Who are you people?"

They started from left to right.

One with brown hair and kaleidoscopic eyes spoke first. "Okay, I'm Piper McLean. Daughter of Aphrodite."

The next one was the elfish girl. "I'm Leah Valdez! Hephaestus. Please to meet you!"

The one on her left was the one with the sky blue eyes. "I'm Janette Grace. This is my sister, Thalia Grace. We're daughters of Zeus." She said, pointing to her left. They looked nothing like siblings.

There were two who looked particularly close. The smaller one held the bigger one's arm. The bigger one spoke. "I'm Nicole di Angelo, This is my sister Hazel Levesque. Hades."

One who had a bow strapped over her shoulder nervously spoke up. "I-I'm Fran Zhang."

And the shirtless one. She looked unashamed. "I'm Persephone Jackson."

Percy blinked multiple times. "What. The. Fuck." The overload of problems and confusion made it to his head.

He fainted.

In the morning,

Percy woke up on his bed, with a start. He blinked his eyes to make sure that what he saw was a dream. He shook his head and stepped off his bed.

He stepped on something soft.

He looked down. It was the stomach of one still asleep, shirtless girl who was drooling.

He fell back on his bed.

He looked around. He was in his cabin. The eight girls he saw were in his cabin, decked out on several sleeping places.

Persephone was next to his bed, on the floor.

Fran was cuddling a pillow on one of the beds across him.

Nicole and Hazel were hugging each other on a couch. (Aw, so cute. Sibling love.)

Thalia was strewn about on one of the other beds, hair everywhere.

Janette lay on another bed, properly and comfortable.

Leah was just lying down on the floor, in the middle of the cabin.

Where's the other one? Piper, was it?

His questions were answered when he felt a soft figure lying next to him. Piper was hugging his stomach, and her breasts pushed against his back.

Percy mentally groaned, lying back down.

This was going to be a hard day.

What transpired that night,

"Oh, fuck. I think we killed him." Leah spoke up. They all stood in silence, as Percy's figure lay slumped against the wall.

"Whelp. The thing definitely malfunctioned." Persephone said. "Why do you say that?" Janette responded, still looking at him.

"We're obviously in an alternate dimension of sorts. That guy was a son of Poseidon. So, he was this dimension's me." Persephone grabbed his legs. "Help me carry him."

Janette nodded and grabbed his arms. "Wow, he's heavy." She grunted.

"If you're theory is right, Seph, then this is Camp Half-Blood. We should carry him to Poseidon's cabin." Thalia said.

They all participated in carrying him to the cabin, cautious in not being seen.

"It looks nothing like mine." Seph remarked.

They threw him onto the bed, and Fran immediately shout/whispered, "Dibs on bed!"

Janette and Thalia said the same thing and they both jumped onto different beds.

"Dibs on couch!" Nicole and Hazel said at the same time, and giggled. They took the couch comfortably.

Leah grinned and just dropped down on the floor before falling asleep.

"Well, crap. Piper, where are you gonna sleep?" Seph grumbled.

Piper giggled and took the other side of Percy on his bed.

"Hey, no fair! Why do you get a head start?!" Piper grinned at her, before hugging him close.

Seph grumbled.

"Why do we all have to compete for the same man, anyway?"

AN: Wow. Harem. Cool. Cool, cool, cool.