The PJOs Part II

By: xXxDaughteroftheKingxXx/Lex

ANDMusiclover99/Max

©-Rick Riordan for PJO

©-Someone for the Oscars

Wow . . . it's been a while, hasn't it? Really, couldn't tell. Yeah, sorry about that folks - we had this chapter done a LOOONNNG time ago, but never uploaded it. Uh . . . whoops? Eh heh.

Anyway, it really surprises me, the difference between Lex and I on our ANs when it's only been a few months! Mother of Zeus, was I always like that? . . . yes. *headdesk*

ANYWAY, here's a Christmas gift to you all for that extremely long wait! Oh yeah… Lex and I will be trying to update most/all of our stories (which is like, two in this account, a LOT on the other ones), and . . . yeah. Not. My. Fault. NO INSPIRATION. D: Enjoy! (I wish I took the name Jade instead of Dani now . . . =.=" Let it go.)

Disclaimer: We don't own a whole BUNCH of stuff in this chapter… Er, yeah. PJO, James Bond, HoO, etc.

"Good morning! Wake up, girls!"

Dani groaned, pulling the pillow over her head. "Five more minutes, Mom," she mumbled groggily. "It's the weekend! . . . I think."

Aphrodite raised an eyebrow. "Mom? You're far from my daughter, Danielle! Now wake up! You two need get ready for the Olympian Oscars! Chop, chop!"

Dani shot up out of her bed, hitting her head on the ceiling. She rubbed the forming bruise. "First off, ow! Secondly, it's Dani. Third, that wasn't a dream?" She looked around the room frantically, then shuddered. "Make that a nightmare, just for this room."

"No, it wasn't a dream," Aphrodite sighed. "What time did you two go to bed last night?"

"Like midnight," Michelle muttered. "W—"

"Around two for me, I'm more of a night person—"

"We were up trying to figure out the awards," Michelle continued, smiling and ignoring Dani. "Got 'em done."

"Oh, and before you ask," Dani added., "yes, we did add the—" she shuddered. "—Prettiest Goddess award. Happy?"

The love goddess nodded excitedly. "Of course! Did you add in the Hottest God award? I mean, Apollo will be mad if you girls didn't add that, I kind of promised him."

Michelle yawned, sitting up and rubbing her eyes tiredly. "Did we add that in, Dani?"

"How should I know?" Dani shrugged. "I have SAS[*], remember?"

"SAS?" Aphrodite asked.

"Short attention span," Dani said dismissively. "Until proven I have ADD or ADHD, I'm going with that. Anyway, Chelle, you can't expect me to remember this stuff!"

"Yeah, but you have the iPod, remember?"

Dani grinned sheepishly, rubbing her neck. "Ri-ight. I knew that!"

"Sure you did, Dani, sure you did." Michelle rolled her eyes, jumping out of her bunk. "So, Lady Aphrodite, what's on our agenda today?"

Aphrodite beamed. "Well, first is breakfast, of course; second, we're going to have makeover. Our hosts need to look pretty! Third, you're going to host the Olympian Oscars, where I will win the Prettiest Goddess award!"

Dani blanched. "No way, I am not going to allow you to get anywhere near me with a single thing resembling makeup! That stuff burns!"

"Haven't we been through this before?" Michelle sighed. "C'mon, Dani! It'll be fun!"

"Your definition of fun and my definition of fun are two very different, complex things, Chelle," Dani said, scrunching her nose. "My definition of fun is hanging out with the guys, playing sports, pwning at video games, etc. Your definition of fun is going to the mall, getting your nails done, and doing all that useless girly crap that I'll never understand."

"Well, whether you find it fun—which it totally is—or not, you're still doing it." Aphrodite said stubbornly.

"Says who?" Dani retorted.

"I do!"

"Wow," Dani said sarcastically. "I'm so scared."

Aphrodite huffed. "Fine, if you don't listen to me, then I guess I'll have to send you back. Then you'll never get to meet Percy or Annabeth or Nico, Thalia or Piper or Jason—"

"You're killing me here!" Dani groaned. "It sucks when someone makes a good point, especially about something I hate so much." She sighed reluctantly. "Fine, but I refuse to wear a dress."

Michelle grinned. "Then what about a tunic and some jeans?"

". . . dude, I don't know what the heck that is, so don't ask me. I'll approve when I see it."

"Fine," Michelle said. Then, Aphrodite and Michelle squealed, jumping up and down excitedly. "This is going to be so much fun!" Michelle said excitedly.

"I know!" Aphrodite agreed.

"And I'm gonna die!" Dani moaned dramatically. "I'm so going to regret saying yes at all."

One Hour Later

"Hold still, Danielle!"

"It's Dani, and never!"

"You're going to ruin your hair!"

"Who cares!"

Currently, Aphrodite and Michelle were trying to get makeup on Dani, who, of course, was not making it easy for them.

"Get away from me with that . . . that . . . that thing!" she protested, turning the chair around so the back faced the "attackers".

"It's called blush," Aphrodite scoffed. "And it's helpful!"

"Is not!"

"Hold still!"

"Enough!" Aphrodite said. She snapped her fingers, and instantly, Dani had makeup on perfectly, and a lot of it. Almost as much as Aphrodite had. The younger girl's eyes widened.

"Get it off . . . get it off . . . get . . . it . . . OFF!" she yelled. "I feel like a clown! Or that I have a second skin!"

"Then will you just hold still and let us do it ourselves?" Michelle said, exasperated. Dani considered for a second.

"If you can get all of this—" she gestured to her face. "—off, then . . ." She trailed off.

"Yes?" Aphrodite inquired. Dani sighed.

"Fine," she muttered. "I'll allow you to put that stupid trash on my face. But first, you have to get this off me!"

Aphrodite smirked triumphantly, then snapped her fingers. "Now sit still." she ordered.

"Fine, fine," Dani huffed, crossing her arms. "But I still don't understand why the heck we're getting ready so freaking early! It's like 11 a.m., and the awards are tonight!"

"Yeah, why are we getting ready this early?" Michelle asked curiously, setting down the eyeshadow she was holding.

The love goddess smiled innocently. "Well, let's just say, there are more girls who are a lot like Dani that need to get ready for the awards tonight!"

"A lot of girls like me?" Dani raised an eyebrow. "You're not going to drag Artemis's Hunters here, are you?"

"Of course not!" Aphrodite scoffed. "Well, maybe a couple, but that's not the point. My point is, we have to get you girls ready first, then I'll zap those girls here to get their makeup and hair done."

"And do they know that you're going to zap them here?" Dani asked.

"Well... no, but that doesn't matter!" Aphrodite waved her hand dismissively.

"And how on earth are we going to make, uh...—how many awards do we have, Dani?" Michelle said sheepishly.

Dani pulled her iPod out of her pocket, going to the notepad. "Um... we've got forty-two awards."

"K, thanks. How on earth are we going to make forty-two awards by tonight?" Michelle exclaimed.

Aphrodite smiled innocently. "That's what Apollo is for, silly!"

"Wait," Dani said slowly. "You mean you can manipulate guys into doing whatever you want them to do?"

"Of course!"

"Just because you're pretty guys listen to you." Dani deadpanned.

"Pretty much, yes."

"Sweet!" Dani said, grinning. "What I would give to manipulate the boys in my class." She rubbed her hands together deviously, then sighed. "It's a shame I have to turn into you to do so."

Aphrodite raised her hands defensively. "Don't hate me because I'm beautiful, Danielle."

"DANI!" Dani said slowly. "Spell it out with me. D-A-N-I! Not Danielle, Dani. And second, are you calling me ugly or something?"

"You said it, not me."

"Gee," Dani said sarcastically. "That makes me feel so good about myself."

"Aw, Dani, you're pretty!" Michelle reassured. "You just have so much potential that you waste being a tomboy! If you just did your hair, put on some makeup, and got rid of those baggy clothes, then the boys will be all over you!"

"...I think I'll stick with being 'ugly'."

"Enough talk!" Aphrodite clapped her hands together. "Let's get her makeup done, Michelle!"

"Couldn't you just snap your fingers again and save me the pain?" Dani groaned.

"No, because it's much more fun this way!" Aphrodite squealed. "Now, let's get to work!"

"Augh, I feel like a Barbie doll," Dani groaned, looking the mirror.

"Relax, Dani," Michelle said, rolling her eyes. "You're only wear kohl, mascara, and really light lip gloss."

"Exactly! It's awful!" Dani cried dramatically, putting a hand over her heart. "I'm going to die!"

"Aphrodite is going to kill you if you mess up your hair," Michelle warned.

"Why does she even care?" Dani exclaimed. "I mean, it was straight already before she went and straightened it even more! How does that work?"

"Your hair isn't that straight," Michelle said, rolling her eyes. "It's just to keep it nice and straight for the Oscars tonight. Just be grateful she actually let you wear a tunic and jeans."

"Yeah," Dani muttered. "Grateful." She paused, then added, "Speaking of Aphrodite, where'd she go?"

Michelle shrugged. "She said she had to go get those girls. Whoever they are."

"Good! Then I won't be stuck with two makeup-obsessed lunatics!"

"You know, I wouldn't call the love goddess a lunatic if I were you," Michelle said, glancing around worriedly. "You never know what she might do to you."

"Psh, she does that, and she can say bye-bye to Apollo and her conceited self!"

Dani grinned. "Gods, I love the River Styx." Thunder rumbled.

"You should seriously shut up about that," Michelle warned. "You'll get yourself killed!"

"Until someone seems to have found a loophole in the oath, I'm good!"

Michelle sighed in response, and changed the subject. "So, what jewelry are you wearing?"

Dani's eyes widened. "You never said anything about that!"

"It was implied!"

"It's retarded, that's what it is!"

"Aw, come on, Dani! You're wearing jeans to the Oscars! The least you could do is wear a necklace or something!" Michelle exclaimed.

"Hey, I didn't ask to be dragged to Olympus!" Dani defended. "Though, it is fun to see Olympus and it'll be fun to see Percy and Annabeth and Thalia and Leo and everyone else, you know. Not to mention—"

"Is there a point to this ramble?"

"Probably not," Dani shrugged. "But hey, neither of us asked to be dragged here, right?"

"Right." Michelle answered hesitantly.

"So, there you go! Me not wearing fancy clothes is payback for practically being kidnapped by a pedo!"

"Apollo is not a pedo!"

"Dude, he has kids with mortals, and he's like thousands of years old," Dani pointed out. "If that's not a pedo, then I don't know what it is."

"Dangit. When did you become so smart?""

"Oh, it's not that I'm smart, it's just that you're stupid."

"Hey!"

Dani shrugged. "I speak the truth, my friend."

Michelle opened her mouth to retort, but before she could, Aphrodite flashed in

with seven familiar girls.

"Not cool, not cool, not cool!" Rachel shrieked as she crashed to the ground with the other girls.

"Huh," Dani muttered to Michelle. "She's a lot like me."

"Told you so."

"Shut up."

Annabeth quickly stood up, unsheathing her knife. "What are we doing here?" she demanded, analyzing the room carefully. Her eyes stopped on Michelle and

Dani. "And who are they?"

"One awesome person, and one . . . "she looked at Michelle. "Uh . . . no comment."

"Hey!"

"Kidding. Kinda."

Aphrodite smiled somewhat innocently. "Now, now, Annabeth dear, put the knife away. We're all friends here." she said.

Annabeth glared at the love goddess. "Tell why we're here. Now."

Aphrodite opened her mouth to angrily retort, but Sally Jackson hesitantly spoke up. "Annabeth, Lady Aphrodite, I think we all just need to calm down and talk this out . . . "

Annabeth sighed, sheathing her knife. "Fine," she muttered, still glaring at Aphrodite. "Let's talk."

The love goddess took a deep breath. "You seven are the living mortal women that are needed tonight for the first annual Olympian Oscars!" she said excitedly.

Piper stared at her mother blankly. "The what?"

"The Olympian Oscars, dear," Aphrodite repeated. "And these two girls—"She gestured to Dani and Michelle, who were bowing dramatically (Dani) and waving (Michelle). "—are your hosts."

Clarisse stared at the goddess in awe. "You chose two mortals to be the hosts?"

"Hey!" Rachel said defensively. "There's nothing wrong with mortals!" She grinned proudly. "This mortal nailed the Titan Lord with a blue plastic hairbrush!"

"And that's why," Michelle muttered to Dani.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it!" Dani muttered back. "Yeesh, you're annoying when you're right. Boy am I glad that doesn't happen often."

"Hey!"

"I speak the truth, my friend," Dani repeated. Michelle glared at her.

"To answer your question, Clarisse, yes I did choose two mortals to be the hosts," Aphrodite said. "Well, actually, Apollo did . . ."

"You mean he kidnapped us?" Dani said, raising an eyebrow.

Sally gasped. "You kidnapped two girls for your own purposes? That's terrible!"

"Well, I wouldn't say kidnapped," Aphrodite waved her hand dismissively. "Never you mind."

"That doesn't answer why we're here," Annabeth pointed out.

"Yeah!" Katie Gardner chimed in. "I need to get back to working in the fields!"

"And Artemis is probably wondering where I am right now!" Thalia snapped.

"Speaking of which," Dani mumbled. "Can you ask her about me joining? I—"

"Girls, girls, relax," Aphrodite said, rolling her eyes. "The fields can wait, Katie, as can Artemis. And as much as it pains me to say this, your boyfriends—err, husband, for Sally—can wait! You need to get ready for the awards tonight!"

"But you said this was the Olympian Oscars," Clarisse pointed out, glowering at the love goddess. "Last time I checked, none of us are Olympians."

"Olympian is short for Percy Jackson and the Olympians," Michelle explained.

"The best damn series in the world!" Dani added.

"Language!" Sally scolded.

"Once a mother, always a mother," Dani muttered. "Yes, Miss Sally . . ." Then she blinked. "Sweet!" she said to herself. "I just got scolded by the awesomest mom in the world!"

"So, when we say the Olympian Oscars, that includes you!" Michelle finished cheerfully.

Piper stared at the girls strangely. "Since when does Percy have his own series?"

"A little before you got your own series," Dani answered. "Okay, a few years before that, but whatever, details, in the book time, it's barely a few months."

Piper blinked. "I have my own series?"

"Well, it's technically shared with a few people," Michelle corrected. "For example, Jason and Leo. And as for the rest of you, no, you don't have your own series, but you are main characters. Freaking awesome characters, lemme tell

you that! Soon, I should get your autographs!"

Thalia shook her head disbelievingly. "I can't believe Kelp Head has his own series," she muttered.

"I can't believe people actually like the series," Clarisse corrected.

"Hey!" Dani said defensively. "It's like the best series ever written!" She grinned.

"It has humor, adventure, mythology, and romance." She smirked at Annabeth and Rachel. "Sigh. Greek mythology, nonetheless! Freaking awesome!"

"And it's very funny and cute to hear all about Percy's crushes!" Michelle added, giggling.

"And first kiss!" Dani grinned at Annabeth. "That was great timing, you know. Mt. St—"

"Okay, we get it!" Annabeth interrupted. She turned to Aphrodite, then asked,

"Couldn't you just zap us into dresses or something like you did to Piper when you claimed her? I mean, we're way too early this thing is happening tonight."

Aphrodite beamed excitedly. "But it's much more fun this way, Annabeth!"

"Great."

"Now," Aphrodite said, clapping her hands together. "Let's get started!"

"You guys are screwed if you have to go through what I went through," Dani confided. "So can I get your autographs now?"

"I can still gut you with my knife, you know."

"Yes, but you do realize that I'm mortal—as far as we know, for now—and that it'll go through me—theoretically—right?"

"Dang. We can always test that mortal theory!"

". . . I'd like to be claimed instead, thanks."

"Clarisse! Quit moving, and let me put some makeup on you!"

"Annabeth, stop being so picky and just pick a dress!"

"Katie! Stop fiddling with your hair!"

Michelle and Aphrodite were trying to get all the other girls to wear some makeup, fix their hair, pick a dress, shoes, etc, while Dani was watching the scene with amusement and some pity.

"Run, Annabeth!" she rooted. "Run like the wind! This is a very bad sign right now! Aphrodite's going to pick your dress for you!"

"Dani!" Michelle said. "Quit doing that, and help me!"

"Dude, if I had my say, I would be wearing a shirt and some jeans," she replied.

"Do you really trust me with that?"

" . . . no, not really."

"See?"

" . . . I hate when you have a point."

"Clarisse!" Aphrodite said. "Just a little blush, mascara, some eyeliner—"

"No!" she protested. "I am not wearing that!"

"Clarisse, dude," Dani started, "I said the same thing. They will find a way, I swear it. If they manage to get it on me, they'll probably get it on you."

Clarisse scowled. "I'm a daughter of Ares. You're a mortal—"

"That is still debatable!—"

"I have more will."

Dani waved it off. "Yes, I know, you had that blessing of Ares and defeated a drakon with no armor, and just an electric spear, but that doesn't mean they can't find a way!"

After a few more hours of chaos, pandemonium, and maybe a bit of destruction, the girls seemed to be ready. Mostly.

"Dani!" Michelle said. "Everyone's wearing their stuff! Clarisse barely got anything, but that's totally understandable, you're the only one wearing pants!"

"Okay, there are some people wearing tights and leggings—"

"No there aren't!"

Dani paused. "Okay fine, so what's your point?'

"You need accessories!"

". . . no thanks."

"Aw, come on, Dani!" Michelle whined childishly. She grinned. "Dontcha wanna look hot in front of the PJO boys?" Every single girl that was dating, married to, or had feelings for one of those 'boys' shot a warning glare at Michelle, who smiled sheepishly. "I mean, the ones that don't have girlfriends, that is. Like... uh... Nico!"

Dani scrunched her nose. "Awesome character, but I wouldn't date him. In fact, I wouldn't date any boy."

Michelle shook her head. "Someday you'll understand," she muttered.

"Hey, speaking of the boys," Rachel said curiously. "Where are they?"

Aphrodite smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Well, I do believe that Apollo was supposed to look after them until the awards tonight..."

Annabeth paled. "This cannot be good."

"Remind me why we have to wear these stupid suits again?" Leo grumbled, pulling at his tie.

"Yeah!" Travis agreed. "These things are retarded!"

"Even more retarded than Travis!" Connor chimed in.

"That's ri—hey!"

Apollo rolled his blue eyes, then grinned at the younger teens. Instead of a guy in his early twenties, he was now in the form of a teenager about Jason or Leo's age—about sixteen or seventeen. "Come on, guys! The ladies love a man in a suit."

"Not our ladies," Jason scoffed.

"Yeah," Percy agreed. "Our ladies would probably rather have us covered in monster crap than in a monkey suit."

"That . . . . is very true," Apollo admitted. "But still! Instead of being covered in monster crap—which sounds pretty dang awful—getting all fancied up, will definitely get their attention. It helps!"

". . . so in other words, Aphrodite forced you into wearing the monkey suit?" Will concluded.

". . . pretty much, son, yeah." [1]

"Of course," Chris said, facepalming.

"But anyway," Apollo said, changing the subject. "It's still true, annoying or not. You see, with an expertise with the ladies as I am, I know exactly what they like! You gotta be all nice and junk, and look pretty suave doing it."

"Suave," Travis snorted. "Yeah, right. Suave. That stuff only happens in crappy James Bond movies."

"Not true!" Apollo protested. "For example, I'm suave. A real smooth operato—"

"Hey, has anyone seen my shoes? The red sparkly high heels, with the straps?" Aphrodite said, barging in. Every boys' eyes widened, and their jaws dropped.

"Uh . . . ." Pollux stuttered.

"I . . . uh . . ." Leo said. "Hi!"

"Oh, never mind, I found it!" she said, running over to the corner. "Thanks, boys!

Oh, and I would suggest closing your mouths before you get drool over you nice tuxes. See you tonight!"

All boys were still dazed for a while in silence (minus Tyson's comment of, "Pretty lady . . . " and Grover's of, "Wow . . . ), Percy was the first one to actually snap out of it.

"Yeah," he said, patting Apollo's shoulder. "A real Casanova." Apollo gulped, but came to his senses (if he has any.)

"Yeah," he agreed. "Smooth."

"Very," Jason added.

"Totally," Connor said in mock-seriousness. "I wonder why girls aren't knocking down your door right now."

"Anyway . . . " Pollux said. "Is it time yet?"

"Not yet," Percy said. "I think. And where's Paul?"

"I think he's in the other room," Grover said. "I think."

"Pretty lady . . . " Tyson said.

"Yes, Tyson," Percy said slowly. "Very pretty. But we have to fix your bow tie."

"Alright then, girls!" Aphrodite said, grinning, some time later. "It's showtime!"

At the same time, Apollo grinned and said, "Come on, dudes. Let's make an entrance!"

[*] SAS? My invention/idea! I had the idea when I was bored and my mom said I didn't have ADHD or ADD, but it really seems that way, so I thought of, "short attention span," and then shortened it, and I'M A GENIUS. WHOO! XD Go me!

[1] I imagine Will about Percy's age... Meaning, Apollo is in a form that's younger than his son... O.O… good gods.

So, if you wanna know the outfits, well for the demigods and gods, imagine their colors in dresses/ties and such. WAY too hard to find, smh. As for the girls, well, we HAD links... But they're long gone by now. Oh, totally.

Thanks for reading! Merry Christmas! 8D

In OTHER news, Max and I have begun yet ANOTHER collaboration, along with larkgrace/Callie, bubble drizzles/Gigi, Eleos/Emily, and bookluva98/Janae under the penname LegendsofLit. Check it out, because we already have a story posted up, with some possible spoilers. (; LINK ON MY(LEX'S) PROFILE!