THIS IS THE EDITED VERSION! THE ORIGINAL ONE NO LONGER EXISTS! EVEN THOUGH I ALREADY PUT OUT CH.1 AND AM WORKING ON CH.2 I FEEL LIKE THIS WAS CRAPPY AND HAVE DECIDED TO EDIT IT! Hey this is MY story and I have the power to edit it. So. WHAT. NOW.

I know I have other stories to update, but this idea's been stuck in my head for like...forever so I thought I'd publish it. Yes it's another Kane meets PJO story, but this one will be awesome. Oh and if you're into Maximum Ride I made one of those, check it out. Music, out.

Disclaimer:I'm not Rick Riordan, I'll tell you right now.


(Ami POV)

"Now, class for toay's lesson we'll be studying Egyptian culture. Turn your eyes to the board..." I sighed, last period is always the most boring. One interesting part of Mr. Boring's-that's his real name-(My mom works at Shands and had a patient named Mrs. Boring. Cool right?) lecture caught my attention.

"The Egyptians were at their height of power when the the Greeks (hint,hint) were. So as a result they were often confused. An example would be the eygytian god Thoth and the greek god Hermes. " Hmmm... I feel like I'm forgetting something. Oh! That's right. I'm supposed to go to work today. How mythology reminds me of work, you'll find out soon enough. Agh! When will class end?


"Hey Ami!" I turned, swivling my head like an owl looking for the source. My name is Amity(am-i-teh) but apparently that's too forgein for Americans so my friends call me Ami. When it got changed to that I have no idea. I saw Nico running down the hall and returned taking books and stuff out of my locker. "Yo." I raised an eyebrow at his position-bent down, his hands on his knees. The black backpack carelessly swung on his shoulder unhooked itself and slid down Nico's arm until it was stopped by the contact of Nico's hand on his knee, all while Nico tried to catch his breath. "Dude you do know that you still have to pant like a pathetic puppy?" He glared at me, "I bet you couldn't do better with you and your harshness."

I took out a bottle of spray paint-don't ask-and slung my backpack over my shoulder,"What do you mean? I call it a lack of pity. And I could actually."

"A souless lack maybe." Nico muttered, sulky, "What's that for?" he studied the spray paint bottle cautiously. I don't blame him, I mean the last time I got hold of spray paint I...never mind. But in my defense I WAS 4 I DIDN'T KNOW ANY BETTER! "Thank you for your flattering words and it's not for you. Unless you make me mad."

"Wh-"

"You're making me mad." I grinned at his confusion. I wasn't really mad at him; I just needed to get some exercise.

"What? Bu-I didn-" He stuttered.

"Better start running." I said sing-songingly (Yes that's a word. Shut up.)

Nico took off before I even finished my sentance. I smirked, sprinting to catch up with him.


Panting, we settled on the soft, springy grass, leaning our backs on a oak tree. I put the spray paint in the pocket thing meant for water bottles. Nico noticably relaxed. "Hey Nico." I nudged his leg with my foot, he was starting to nod off.

"Huh, what?"Nico started a little,"So as I was saying before you interuppted me, you want to know why I was out of breath?" I realize that you may think of me as a bad person from now on, but I snorted at his stupidity. Really, he almost fell asleep. What would he do without his friends?

I sighed, "Why?"

"I searched all over school for you." He said proudly.

I snorted again, "Why would you go everywhere when I'm obviously in one place? Seriously only idiots wold do that."

"Hey, I do that."Nico defended, "Point proven." I looked at him like, duh. Suddenly a Maserati Spyder pulled up, "Finally." I muttered. Nico raised an eyebrow skeptical, "It's still a Maserati?" I rolled my eyes, "It's always been a Maserati. Come on," I waved my hand, already walking towards the car. "Hey wait up!" He shouted.

Rolling my eyes, I yelled over my shoulder,"Make me!" I swung myself over the top, right over the door. Next to me a "teenager" was listening to an iPod, relaxing. "Sup, Polly. We have a problem." He opened an eye, lazily, "I told you to stop calling me that. What problem?"

"First, that is but a dream that will never come true Polly," I emphasized Polly on purpose. "And second-"

"I'm coming too."Nico bowed, "Lord Apollo." Then he hopped on the car right behind the seats. (Look at a Maserati Spyder and you'll get it.)

I grinned cheekily, which goes to show you Karma really does exist. The next words Apollo, or as I like to call him, Polly, said wiped the smile right of my face. "We don't have enough seats,...Nico you'll just have to share a seat with Ami-"

"What?" We cried in unison(unision?),"what" did not even begin to convey my feelings. I was a 15-year-old teenage girl and he was a 15-year-old teenage boy, did-for the sake of the occasion-Apollo not see this? "Or,"Apollo continued, undeterred, "one of you could get into the trunk."

"Or you could change the car into something that actually has at least three seats." I snapped. "Nope. I hate traveling out of sports car mode." Apollo shrunk away from the murderous look I was giving him. "You did it for Percy and the Hunters." I accused.

"Yeah, but Percy's the hero of Olympus. And I can't cram four children of the Big Three plus the Hunters into a sports car without getting yelled at by at least one god."

"So you'd put me in a seat."

"Yes."

"With him."

"Yup."

"Instead of changing your car."

"Affirmitive."(How the heck do you spell that word?)

"You-"

"Do it." He poked me.

"No."

"Do it." He poked me again.

"No."

"Do it." He poked me three times. This was starting to get annoying.

"Will you stop poking me if I do?"

"Yup."

My willpower crumbled,"Agh! Fine! Come on, Nico." I patted the free space on my seat, staring at Goode High's inhabitants like it was the most interesting thing on earth. I hoped I wouldn't have to look at Nico. Feeling the seat bounce was kinda fun, I remember doing it all the time when I was little, but now it was just awkward. The only thing going through my mind? Dear gods don't let anyone see us, dear gods don't let anyone see us...

I should probably explain some of the things going through your head.

(A) I am a demigod, a daughter of Poseidon, Nico is a demigod, a son of Hades.

(B) Apollo is a GOD. Quite literally mind you.

(C) We are going to Olympus, mainly because I go to work in a cafe on Olympus.

(D) Yup, I go to work on a cafe on Olympus.

(E) Yes, Olympus has cafes.

(F) NICO IS NOT MY BOYFRIEND! Nor will he ever be.

(G) I hope you know Greek Mythology.

(H), There's a lot of points. Hmph, stupid ADHD making me go off track...wait what were we talking about?

Anyways we were so close our sides were touching no matter how far we tried moving away from each other, right about then I wished I was small again so I could actually move away from him and get results. Then again, had I been little, I wouldn't think of the situation as awkward and uncomfortable. I don't know what Nico was thinking but personally, I couldn't help but curse the not-very-unfortunate-in-my-opinion-god who put us in this situation.

Turns out Polly was able to break the silence, "Ami it's not that bad, stop cursing." He smirked, amused at our situation. He looked way too happy for someone who was getting insulted every three seconds.

"If you don't take that smirk off your face right now I'll come over there and wipe it off for you Polly." I threatened, very irritated.

Let me teach you a quick math lesson.

I know what you're thinking, I didn't come here for math, I get/got enough of that at school. Well this is a short equation, so shut up. Here it is:Irritated Ami+smirking Apollo=Beaten and bloody Apollo.

So when Polly refused, I scrambled over Nico's lap awkwardly. I could have just hit Polly reaching over in front of Nico but my blows would have been weak then. Before I could beat the crap out of Polly, Nico wrapped his arms around my waist, effectively holding me down as well as hugging me. Struggling to get out of his grasp, I realized he had taken the whole seat so I was sitting in his lap now. The Fates hate me. What did I do to piss them off this bad? I mentally sighed, my life sucks.

"Nico let go!"

"No! I'm not letting you kill our driver!"

"Well I'm gonna! F-"

"In case you haven't noticed we are currently a couple hundred feet in the air! So I'd like to stay alive if you don't mind!"

I froze, "We're in the air."

"Yes. We are." Nico spoke like he was talking to a mentally retarded person.

I scowled, "Why are we not dead?" Yeah, our dear and loving uncle-Zeus tends to blast any other Children of the Big Three out of the sky.

He shrugged, "Don't know.''

"You're so helpful."


So long story short, after my shift was done, Nico shadow traveled us to Percy's house, which is where we crash during the school year, Percy's mom-or Sally as she makes us call her-was surprisingly willing to lend the apartment that Percy, Paul, and she inhabited to two more. Even if we have to sleep on the couches, we're still grateful.

We don't go to our own homes mainly because we don't have mortal parents. I mean Nico's mom died like 70 years ago and mine...she abandoned me once my dad left her. Yes I know, it's not cool for a mother to just leave her child like that. But it's the truth.

You may be wondering what I did to the spray paint. I graffitied Polly's car with it! No I'm just kidding. I decorated Percy's door in blue with it, even added that special Poseiden child touch to it. I did it because Percy has no artistict ability. Like none at all.

We ate dinner and me, Percy, and Nico spent three grueling hours doing homework. THREE HOURS. So as a result, Percy was seen stumbling to his room-poor high-school senior sucker. Meanwhile Nico decided to take a nightly stroll, I tagged along. Oh how I wished I hadn't gone with him.


We wandered around for a long time and got ourselves lost, eventually I dipped my fingers in a river to find out we were in Brooklyn. Inborn sense of direction indeed.

"Okay, we need somewhere to stay." Nico deadpanned. I glared at him, "No dip, Sherlock," I don't recomend getting lost late at night with me. I get really cranky. I looked up, there was a old warehouse. Above it through the Mist, I saw a mansion. A mansion. "Come on, let's see if we can stay in there." I pointed at the mansion. He squinted at it, "Uhh...I don't see it."

"Ugh, never mind! Just come on!"I grabbed his cold hand, and almost let go. I know that Hades's(try saying that)children don't generate as much body heat as regular people do, but it's still a shock to feel it every once in a while. I dragged him roughly up...and up...and up. By the time we got to the door we were more exahuasted than we have been in some time. After knocking on the door, a African-American boy opened up and let us in. Did I mention Nico and I were ready to drop by then? I dimly remember being rushed up to a room, showering, and going to bed in a oversized shirt some blonde girl gave me.

If only I knew what was going to happen next.


Whew, first chapter done. Good? Not good? I need to know. Tell me what you think. Construtive critisism and all that good stuff. I personally think I used the italics too much. But hey, italics are my thing.

Next chapter:Nico and Ami meet the gods they'll soon be hosting!

Um...that's it. Music, out. :)