(A/N This is not a realistic story. I'm sure a woman…or man, would never be able to get away with some of the things Chloe does, and says. She also always runs into the middle of the war, to be where the action is, without ever getting hurt, which is extremely unlikely. But I wrote this for fun, mostly to express some of the thoughts I had while watching the movie. So I decided to post it, just in case any one wanted a giggle. I don't own Brad Pitt, Orlando Bloom, or Eric Bana, sadly enough. Hope you enjoy!)

Sixteen year old Chloe Gervais sat in social studies, at the back of the classroom, the very corner, surrounded by her friends. She was brushing her long, bleach blonde hair, and fixing her side bangs as her teacher droned on and on and on about some war.

Holocaust? No, not that one. Chloe heard the word Greek, and then decided to stop listening. She pulled out her Chanel compact mirror, and started fixing her lip gloss.

"Miss. Gervais, it would be lovely if you could start listening." Her teacher, Mr. Nichols, snapped at her, and Chloe rolled her eyes, dropping the lip gloss back into her tote.

"What war are we talking about?"

"The…one with…Greeks?" Chloe asked, and she could tell by the way that Mr. Nichols eyes lit up that he was surprised that she had been listening. Well…half listening.

"Yes, Miss. Gervais. The Trojan War DID involve the Greeks. Now, I think that you've all had enough of me droning on. I thought we'd do some thing exciting, and different."

"Go to Greece?" One of Chloe's friends, Brandon, joked.

"Not quite, Mr. Jay. We are going to watch the movie 'Troy.'"

A few people from the class cheered, and Chloe rolled her eyes. But the movie turned out not to be SO bad. Especially because of Brad Pitt, Eric Bana, and Orlando Bloom. Chloe was actually really intrigued, and never knew that history could be so interesting.

The next few days, in class, they watched the movie. Chloe actually did her socials homework, for the first time in ages. But then the movie ended, and Mr. Nichols went back to droning on, Chloe (and the rest of the class) went back into their norm. The A students sat up straight, and took notes, while every one else napped. Except for Chloe, today, she was admiring her outfit. She was wearing satin gold short shorts, a pink halter, and had on matching high heels, that wound around her ankles, and tied in bows in the back. Chloe loved this outfit; in fact, she just bought it at BCBG on the weekend. Some people would have thought she was spoiled…and she really wasn't. At least, she tried not to be. She just took great value in the way she looked.

She reached into her Chanel tote, and picked some body glitter. Casually, Chloe yawned, and swung her arm around so that it dusted all over herself. And then the wind picked up.

"What the…?" Chloe asked. She looked around at the other kids, but no one seemed to notice any thing. "Brandon?" She hissed, but he was asleep.

And Chloe was too far away from the window to notice a breeze. The wind picked up and picked up, and finally, picked Chloe up, squealing all the way. The only thing she could do was grab her bag, and scream.

And scream, and scream as she wound around and around. After what seemed like hours, Chloe finally crashed. She crashed on some thing hard, wooden. But she was too dizzy to stand up. She was going to wait until what felt like rocking stopped. But it never did. Finally, Chloe opened her eyes, and then quickly shut them again.

"Row, Myrmidons, ROW!" She heard a man cry.

She heard men grunt, and opened her eyes again. This time, Chloe stood up, and was face to face with a beautiful man, with shoulder length blonde hair. "BRAD PITT!" She squealed, in an embarrassing fan girl moment.

"My lord…I…I think we have a stow-away. An…odd looking stow-a-way." Said another man. Chloe gasped, and turned around. He was older-looking, with brown hair, and was wearing a head band. "Ew." She muttered.

"What are you doing here, girl?" The blonde haired man asked, and Chloe frowned.

"I'm not…really…sure." She said, and noticed that he was looking at her clothes in confusion.

"Achilles!" Chloe heard some one shout, and the man held up one hand, to signal them to wait.

"Uh…" Chloe was speechless. "You're…Achilles?!" She gulped. He looked exactly like Brad Pitt. Oh boy.

"My lord, should we wait for the others?" Said the man with the headband, deciding to ignore Chloe for the time being. Which was good, since a big wave knocked into the ship, and Chloe fell onto her butt with a screech. A man who looked just like Achilles, but with mousier hair looked at her with his eyebrows furrowed. "How's it going?" Chloe chuckled, nervously.

"They brought us here for war, didn't they?" Answered Achilles, in a cool tone.

"Yes, but Agamemnon's orders…" The head band man said, but Achilles cut him off.

"You fight for me, Eudorus, or Agamemnon." It was probably meant to sound like a question, but it came out like a statement, Chloe noted, as she hit her head on some thing hard. "Owie!" She whimpered, but everyone, except the Achilles look-a-like ignored her.

"For you, my lord." Eudorus answered quickly, almost sounding insulted.

"Then fight for me." Achilles smirked. "And let the servants of Agamemnon fight for him." Achilles turned back to the water, signifying that the conversation was over. It was just then, that Chloe tuned in to the word war. It echoed back and forth in her head as she struggled to stand up. "Eudorus?" She called, and he turned back, looking at her with big, blue eyes that Chloe knew matched her own.

And then Chloe tripped, and fell into him. He caught her easily, and she pushed him back, taking a big breath. "War? What did he…mean by war?"

Eudorus looked confused. "We're going to fight the Trojans." He answered. "And how did you even get on the ship?"

"Oh. My. God." Chloe screamed loudly, and this time, every one (except Achilles) turned to glare at her.

Chloe turned away from Eudorus, her eyes widening. "You mean this is the Trojan War? Oh no. Oh no, I can't be here!" It was one thing to learn about it, but it was a whole other ball game to experience it.

"Wait…we're going to…go to the beach…and you're going to fight…Oooh." Chloe turned to Eudorus, who blinked a few times, and then shouted to Achilles, "Don't you think you should wait for the others? You have like, sixty men, here."

"Fifty." Eudorus corrected her. But Achilles ignored her.

And just like that, every one started bustling around, shoving Chloe out of the way, grabbing spears and shields, and helmets.

"Eudorus!" Chloe heard Achilles yell, like he had every time he needed any thing. This time, though, Eudorus laced one of his hands around Chloe's tiny arm, and dragged her to the front of the ship.

"What's you're name?" Achilles asked her, although his tone was far from polite.

"Chloe." Chloe answered slowly.

"And how, Chloe, did you get on my ship?" Achilles asked through clenched teeth.

"I honestly don't know!" Chloe exclaimed, and Achilles sighed. "I'll deal with you later. Patroclus!" His look-a-like came to the front of the ship, looking eager.

Chloe inched out of the way, more towards the front of the ship, to give him room.

"Put down your spear." Achilles ordered.

"But…I'm fighting the Trojans, cousin!" Patroclus sounded insulted.

"Not today." Achilles sounded grave.

"But I'm ready…you taught me how to fight!" Patroclus' voice cracked, and Chloe giggled, but was silenced, because Achilles gave her a look that would probably have killed her if that was possible.

"You're a good student. But you're not a Myrmidon yet." Achilles explained. "Look at these men." He gestured to the rest of the ship. "They are the fiercest soldiers in all of Greece. Each of them has bled for me. You will guard the ship. And you can look after Chloe."

"But this is a WAR." Patroclus insisted.

Achilles then pulled Patroclus close, and said some thing in his ear. It must have made Patroclus mad, because he then threw down his shield in frustration, and walked as far away from Achilles that he could get.

"Can I guard the ship, too?" Chloe asked sweetly, and Achilles glared at her.

"Taking that as a yes." Chloe muttered to herself, and followed Patroclus to the back of the ship, still lugging around her tote.

Achilles then proceeded to give a big speech about immortality at the beach, and lions. Chloe's attention was lost…and she was just excited to land…so she'd stop falling over (totally wasn't her fault, her heels were high and the boat was rocking. A lot.) and so she could work on her tan. That is, if they decided to let her live.

"Oh my god, they are totally pointing at us with arrows. That's really rude." Chloe said to Patroclus, hoping to make him smile, but he didn't even look at her, he was messing around with the sail.

Chloe rolled her eyes, and then fell forward as the ship hit the beach. "Ah!" She screamed. The men all leapt off the ship; and Chloe starting hearing lots of sounds. She heard arrows, hitting wood. She heard cries of pain. She heard the splashing of water, and hoped that was just the waves.

Chloe crawled to the front of the ship, and got up, to get a closer look, but then some thing heavy was on her, holding her down. "Stay down." Said a voice in her ear.

"Get off me!" Chloe squealed, and wiggled a little bit, but the man – Patroclus, she was guessing – was way too strong for her. "I want to see!"

"You'll be hit." Patroclus' voice was completely void of emotion.

"Fine, I'll stay down, but get off me!" Chloe whispered. She was almost out of air.

Patroclus did as he was asked, but kept a firm hold on both of her upper arms, hovering over her as he watched the war. Finally, every one was off the ship, and the arrows were no longer being shot at them.

"Stay down." Patroclus warned, but Chloe didn't listen to him. In seconds, she was standing beside him, watching the war unfold. Men were dropping like flies, and Patroclus held himself stiff, obviously worried for his cousin. "He'll be fine." Chloe assured him awkwardly.

And then, suddenly, the remaining Myrmidons formed all of their shields together, and made one big one, where they would all stay protected. Patroclus cheered, but Chloe's eyes remained wide. She had no idea that war was this awful.

The Trojans started throwing spears at the shield, but the Myrmidons were completely covered. They even made a space, and shot an arrow through, killing a Trojan.

All of a sudden, they broke off, and Chloe cried out in horror as Achilles shot a spear right through a Trojan man's head.

The Myrmidons started kicking butt, Achilles especially. "Wow, he's on fire!" Chloe said to Patroclus, who just sort of stared at her. "He's…an amazing warrior." Chloe explained, and Patroclus' eyes narrowed. "I should be out there." He muttered, and Chloe patted him on the back, awkwardly, again. She was very short, and he was very tall, so she had to extend her arm almost all the way to reach.

A few more boats pulled up next to theirs, just as more Trojans started arriving.

"Oh my god, that's King Ajax!" Chloe squealed, pulled on Patroclus' sleeve.

Patroclus smiled, but he was more focused on Achilles.

Chloe watched in fascination as the Greeks ran the Trojans up the hill that Chloe assumed led to the actual city of Troy. And then, she watched in horror as Ajax snapped an arrow that was sticking out of his leg. "Fricking tank!" Chloe exclaimed, pointing at Ajax, who kept running, the arrow still embedded in his leg.

The battle continued, and Chloe saw Achilles running up to what looked to be a temple. He was unbeatable! Achilles took on two or three men at a time, and didn't even seem to get a scratch! Men beaching in ships beside the Myrmidon's ship, chanted his name.

"Achilles! Achilles!"

Finally, the Trojans retreated back to the city, and the Greeks roared with joy. Chloe jumped out of the ship, despite Patroclus' efforts to grab her. Once she hit the sand, she knew that he wouldn't follow her…he was under orders. Orders that she didn't have to obey. After trying to get through the sand in her heels, Chloe finally whipped them off, and shoved them in her bag.

And then, she ran up to be with Achilles. Because, really, she wouldn't feel safe beside any one else. HE hadn't tried to kill her, but who knew what the other warriors would do. And if she were under attack, well…she'd be safe then too.

(A/N I hope you guys enjoyed! Review, it would make my life!)