Yes It's a PJO/HoO fanfic. Feel free to state your mind in your reviews. But you must be warned! Should you be arrogant, snobbish, jerktastic, or in any way a snarkmonster in your reviews, I will not hesitate to murder every single character in the story with a ferocity one hundred and tenfold of what you showed to me! Ooh PS at least five chapters a week so don't get to bored waiting for me. And hey I'm really new at this so get over it.

Chapter one: Uneasy

Leo POV

I felt better than I had in days. Percy and Annabeth were back from Tartarus finally. Finally our efforts had started to amount to something! The doors of death are closed, so Gaea wouldn't be able to call on her big army of baddies back there anymore. I mean sure we have no idea what to do or where to next but at least we've done something right so far. Right? Oh shoot! I almost forgot, the rest of the guys wanted to call a meeting this morning. They all probably down in the mess hall right now! Caramba Leo, hurry up and get down there before they think you died! Wait did I just talk to myself? I did and I'm still doing it! Shit I'm loco! And with that I ran to the meeting, but not before I told Festus to take control of the ship.

We were sitting at the table and everyone was eating breakfast. Wow! The last time we all ate breakfast together was, well at the beginning of the quest. Anyway, so we were all there and Annabeth wanted to come up with a plan and discuss each other's and stuff. I could help but notice that there was a sharper edge to her voice when she spoke. Like broken glass, I was seeing and hearing it in everyone recently. I had noticed that everyone looked exhausted, but that's probably because we were all dead on our feet anyway. Nobody was caring so much about their appearance either. Piper's hair looked kind of wild, it was just thrown back in a sloppy braid that, from the look's of it, she'd slept in, Frank's shirt was on backwards like he hadn't bothered to look when he put it on, Jason looked like he was going to fall face first into his breakfast any second, Annabeth had huge bags under eyes, I probably didn't look much better, Hazel's hair was all over the place, and for some reason she was blushing furiously and she looked really flustered, I followed her gaze to see what was embarrassing her, and then I realized that Percy was only wearing pajamas. I remembered that she was from the thirties and that this must have been downright scandalous to her and chuckled. I also realized that all of the food on Percy's plate was completely blue. Even his drink! I was busy coming up with theories as to why that might be when Piper yelled my name, and I realized that everyone was looking at me funny. Damn ADHD! It does that sometimes. What? I croaked. "We were going to share our dreams Leo," Jason explained. "Annabeth wanted to see if we could find anything useful." Oh well, I didn't really sleep last night, so I don't really have anything to share, I said. "I had a dream about Camp Halfblood," Hazel piped up, "the Roman forces are very close now, they're in New York and Octavian's stirring them up into a frenzy. He's gotten them to start planning for battle without Reyna!" "That's not good, like really not good, If the Romans attack, then there will be no way to avoid all carnage," Percy replied. Then everybody started looking at Percy weird and Annabeth blushed. "You know your still in your pajamas right Percy?" Annabeth asked. "Oh yeah, I knew that."

After that little episode we went right back to trying to arguing about what the prophecy meant. And I started to notice that tenseness in the air. The one that meant we were trying not to snap at each other. I started to wonder if it was just the grumpiness and the pressure that was causing this or if we had starting to forget our friendship.

Piper's POV

I'm worried about Annabeth and Percy. I mean they are still Annabeth and Percy judging by that little PJ stunt that Percy pulled, but they seemed a little off. I know that Tartarus affected them and I knew that Percy was putting on a brave face for Annabeth, and the rest of us, but what if Tartarus affected them in some way that we don't know? Oh who am I kidding, we're all out of it. I mean we were arguing over the prophecy this morning. There's this feeling of uneasiness, like any minute we'll forget that we're friends and start killing each other! All right it probably isn't that drastic but, it almost feels that way. We've all been snapping at each other recently. It's probably only a matter of time before we really hurt someone with these comments. Right now is probably an example of how insensitive we are being toward each other. "Hey superman can I have some help over here?" Leo yelled. "I just got off my shift, I need some sleep," Jason snapped, "Go ask Frank or Percy." "But Frank is already helping Hazel and I have no idea where Percy is," Leo replied. "Well go find him!" "I can't let go of the rigging the whole thing will collapse come on Jason it'll only take a few minutes!" "Fine," Jason mumbled. "Hey Pipes, can you go find Percy and tell him it's his shift, Jason asked, obviously annoyed that Percy wasn't up on deck. "Sure," I said.

Okay Percy's not any where on deck and he isn't in any of the cabins, not in the mess hall or the stables. I was just coming back from checking the engine room when I saw him crumpled on the floor in front of the infirmary. It looked like he had passed out. I immediately ran to him to try and shake him awake and see if he was okay. "Percy, Percy! Are you alright!?" I was incredibly relieved when he started to moan and wake up. I heard Jason and Frank's voices behind me. I looked up and shouted to them "Jason, Frank, get over here! I think there's something wrong with Percy!

CLIFF HANGER! Uncle Rick would be proud! Don't worry I can't deal with cliffies either so the next chapter will be up super soon!