I came up with this really stupid idea. It is a MoA beginning, sorta, but I seriously imagne it happening. It will be a short chapter story. Hope you laugh at the funniness of this and review. Thalia's POV. May be OOC. Also has Nico in it, but no Thalico. So it will not happen. Bye.

-SAVE THE NARGLES

I knew that the world could end in the next month or so, but I was used to that. But spying on the four main occupents of the Argo 2, who had no idea I was there, was disturbing. Jason was wearing a dress, um, toga. Piper was wearing make-up. Leo could be in The Jerk, he was twicthing so much while he was supposedly operating the ship, and Annabeth looked like she was about to cry her heart out. Never thought this day would come.

I snuck back down to Storage Room VI, where all the Camp Half-Blood stole-aways were. There were the Stolls, Rachel, Clairsse, Katie, Grover, Malcom, Pollux, Jake, Nyssa, Lou Ellen, Chris, Butch, Will and Nico. I was elected to be the spy, because of my hunter swiftness, of course.

"What are they up too?" Lou asked. All the others, who were doing random stuff, like playing poker with drachmas and Cokes or armwrestleing, came up to listen.

"Well, there was nothing serious. I think Piper is using her charmspeaking when we get there, and Jason was wearing a purple dre-toga, like the color of his shirt when he got to camp last solstice, so I think it has to do with making peace with Camp Jupiter. Leo was controlling the ship, and the navigator said that the ship is above the border between Colorado and Wyoming, which is about 3/4 of the way there." I reported. They were eager. And they had way too much soda.

"What about Annabeth?"

"Did they try to make friendly contact with the leaders of the other camp?"

"Are there anymore Cheetos?"

"Do they know about the prophacy?"

"Can we squirt whipped cream at Percy?"

"And aerosol cheese?"

"Is Gleeson Hedge on the ship?"

"Can we lock the Stolls in a closet until the sugar rush wears them down?"

"Would they try to attack the ship?"

"Did Leo paint Wazzap on the hull?"

"Is Tyson and Mrs. O'Leary there?"

"WILL EVERYONE SHUT UP?"

Everyone, inclding me, looked at the yeller of the comment. It was Nico. He had the firey look in his eyes and an annoyed expression. He was the only one who did not say anything at all when I finished my update, but he took advantage of the silence, and kept it with a glare. The Stolls took a vote, and he was in the Top 5 Death Glares. I'm on the list too, but I never really liked it. Boys. Tsk tsk tsk. But I was glad that it was quiet, I was about to shock everyone with lightning if they did shut up soon.

"Now," Nico continued, his face clear of the anger now. "We will get to the Roman Camp, and I know that Percy is there. Tyson contacted me, as well as camp, and all the campers searching for him, even if most of the campers were helping with the Argo 2. But we need to think up a plan. No plan, no organization. No organization, a big mess. A mess, trouble. Trouble, dead."

"Nico does make a good point." Rachel quietly said. Everyone looked at her. "Why don't you go back out, Thalia. And we should be quiet. Someone might hear us. And that will blow our cover."

"That is good idea." I agreed. "I will just go back up there. And maybe I will sneak off the ship when they land."

I turned around and walked otut of the room into the hallway. I saw a big dent in a metal door. Looks like Gleeson Hedge was on the ship, and he did NOT like being locked in a closet.I as about to open the door, but then someone grabbed my wrist. It was Grover.

"Make sure they don't kill you. And at least call Percy Kelp-Head for me. Just remember that no matter how much he has changed, make him realize how much he means to all of us. Make sure he kisses Annabeth too. It would nice to know that she smiled." Grover told me.

I smiled. I knew that I will do that. He needs to know. He needs to know that Camp Half-Blood misses him. I gave Grover a hug for a couple of seconds, then after he galloped out of sight, I opened the hidden trap door.

The sunlight was almost blinding. I knew we were in California. Sun was never this bright anywherre else. But even if with it's sunny deminor, I just want to bolt. I am afraid now, the memories are too close for comfort.

My mom breaking a wine glass over my back ,when I was five, I still have the scars. Jason skipping to Wolf House, not sensing any danger in it, and how tight I was clutching his hand, and the later terror of losing him forever, while my mother didn't care. The quest to save Lady Artemis and Annabeth. Ladon, the crumpled car. The maticore attacking me and my friends. Luke...holding a sword to Annabeth's throat; His weak voice begging me to join the Titans. His body falling off the cliff. It sprawled on the ground. And the fear now... of losing Jason again.

Three seconds. I will let myself mourn for three seconds, then get over it. I am a daughter of Zeus, and I need to be strong, no mater how weak I was in the middle.

One, a tear slides down my cheek.

Two, remember the unthinkable, when I truly loved someone, and kissed him.

Three, Move on.

I wiped the tear off, and pushed all memories out of my head. I viewed the scene in front of me. No one was looking at me, and all four demigods were in almost the exact same positions. Then I heard horns. I snuck ove to the edgr and peeked over. Looking down, I saw the Roman Camp. I did not take much time to look at it, I will get a better look later. I quickly ran back downstairs to the storage room. I ran inside.

"They are about to land!" I yelled. Everyone got up and started cheering. Misson acomplished. We have made it to the Roman Camp. And we have not been found. But I am wondering this. What will happen next?