A/N: Hi! So I finally decided on doing a short sequel to my first story Convention Chaos. This is supposed to take place shortly after; I left exact timeline to your interpretation I think this will probably be around the same length as CC, but not to fear! I have many more ideas for these two. Please read and enjoy!

Long brown hair whipped like a vicious halo around Colt's head as she hummed along to the radio. She loved rolling the windows down on her Camaro and letting her hair become a tangled monstrosity. It's not like there was anyone there to tease her on her life choices while driving.

The reminder had her glancing to her right. Yep, nobody was there. Colt half expected Percy to vault through the open window on the passenger's side while she was driving, especially on a long, empty road like this one. Besides, it isn't like he hasn't landed on the roof of her car in the middle of the city before.

"Idjit."

She pulled over to the side of the road. There was no one else on it now, but it never hurt to be careful.

"Idjit," her phone insisted as it vibrated in her bag.

Colt's lips curved into a smile. If Bobby ever found out she recorded him to set as her ringtone for unknown callers, he'd probably have a fit—a funny fit, but an angry fit nonetheless.

"Id-"

She cut Bobby off (the only time it ever happened), answering with a chirpy, "Hello." Police hardly ever suspected criminals to be cheery she found.

"Is this Colt Jaiketski?" A woman's voice floated quietly through the speaker. Colt started logging facts about the woman, trying to place her, since she seemed to know Colt. The woman was definitely older than her, probably somewhere between Bobby and Dean's age. She was a native New Yorker and, by the tone, probably a mother. No combination of any of those theories rang a bell in her mind.

Ah, well, best just to be direct. "May I ask who is calling?" Colt leaked a bit of her southern accent into the question. She usually tried not to let her roots show, easier to blend in and be forgettable when conning to not have any type of accent, but if this woman knew who she was, who cared?

"I'm Sally Jackson, Percy's mother."

Colt froze.

Why was she calling? They had never met, never spoken. How did she get Colt's number? Did something happen to Percy? Why wasn't he calling her? Did the monsters finally overwhelm him? She had told him not to travel alone! Sure, she traveled alone, but she didn't have some special scent that attracted monsters to her. Or at least, she hoped she didn't.

Suddenly, the open windows weren't enough. She had to get out. She threw open her door, not bothering to see if there was traffic. She swept around the car and shoved herself onto the trunk. It was too claustrophobic in the car. The car that'd always been safe, always kept her safe, just like Percy.

That was rather counterproductive, Colt decided, forcing herself to take a deep breath and smile. Mrs. Jackson was still waiting for a response.

"What can I do for you, Mrs. Jackson?"

There. That was simple. Easy. No one needed to know that she was worried. It might not even be about Percy. If Sally didn't mention him, that was fine. Completely. Percy was a big boy. He didn't need her to hold his hand.

"Please, call me Sally," she insisted, taking a slow, slightly shaky breath. "Percy's told me about the kind of work you do. I believe I may need a person with your skill set."

Colt sat patiently for a few moments, swinging her legs back and forth in a monotonous rhythm. It soon became obvious that Sally was not going to continue, so Colt gently prompted, "Why do you think that?"

"I-I think I may be haunted by a… Well, a ghost of all things." Sally let out a quiet, shaky laugh. "I'm so sorry. I'm not usually like this, but what's been happening is nothing in the realm of Greek or Roman pantheons. I'm afraid it has me a little shook up."

Colt nodded sympathetically. Despite not being able to see the woman, Colt could easily imagine the look on Sally's face. She'd seen it enough on other people. From what Percy had told her about his mother, not much could shake her, so if Sally Jackson said she was being haunted, then Colt knew that was where she needed to be.

"Where are you?" Colt asked, sliding off the trunk of her car and heading back around to the driver's seat. "What does Percy think?" If there was a threat to his mother, Percy wouldn't be far away from her. Colt relaxed, he probably didn't want monsters to be attracted near his mother. That's why he didn't call her himself.

"I'm at my apartment," Sally replied, hesitating slightly before adding, "As for what Percy thinks, well, I haven't exactly told him yet. He's away at camp, visiting his friends. I didn't want to disrupt his time there, and he'll be home in a couple of days. I thought maybe, if you could, we might finish this up before he gets back."

Colt paused in midst of buckling her seatbelt. "You don't want him to know." The similarities between the two Jackson's were obvious. They never wanted to let the other one know they were hurting. It was both admirable and stupid. However, Colt could respect a mother's wish to protect her son, especially if Percy was actually having fun with his friends. "Alright," she said before Percy's mom felt the need to defend her choice. Colt snapped her seatbelt into place. "Give me your address I'll be there as soon as I can. I'm near New York already."

Rummaging around her car, she produced a paper, noting the address and directions Sally gave her before hanging up, tossing her phone aside, and revving the Camaro's engine.

Checking the road to make sure no one was coming, Colt sharp turned her car completely around in the middle of the road and soared back towards New York.

She could do a ghost hunt in her sleep. Colt could be in the apartment, kill the ghost, and driving away before Percy got home.