Sunshine Riley Archen wished she could revise time.

Of course, that was impossible.

Her mother, Elizabeth Lyn Archen, died in a car crash, and Sunshine herself had ended up in foster care for a while.

Until she fell-into Tartarus.

Luckily for her, the goddess of night, Nyx, had been passing by and had slowed the demigod's fall.

Sunny knew she was different; she just never knew how different.

Her father...well, she knew her stepfather; her stepfather had been a drunkard, to say the least. Another person could say he'd been extremely violent and abused Elizabeth, and when Elizabeth was gone and Sunny was thought dead, he tried to seize all of their money but was arrested.

Not that Sunny would know that until later, of course.

She spent what seemed like a hundred years in Tartarus. Tartarus and Nyx seemed to actually like Sunny, but they pushed her out after Percy Jackson and his girlfriend ran through Nyx's palace because it was too dangerous for her.

Still...Sunny had liked it down there. Her eyesight was now the sharpest that it could ever be, and her hearing could beat a hawk's. Her sense of smell was sharper, too, so she knew when something was done cooking (and it had its drawbacks as well). But she was homeless and monsters were after her all the time.

In other words, she was exhausted of living on the surface. She much preferred the Pit.

Which was saying something, since she'd told Nyx many times that she'd wanted to leave...and she'd gotten her wish.

She couldn't open her eyes during the day-the sun was too brilliant for that. She acted like she was blind. The sun beat on her skin, her skin having become so sensitive she'd taken to wearing a jacket over her clothes. Her nose had to be plugged to escape the smells.

And her ears? She almost always had a headache now. She wished she'd stayed in the country, where she'd popped up. At least there a lot of people were nicer and willing to give to her.

She sighed and got up from her bench, each step showing where things were...like Toph on Avatar: The Last Airbender.

She stopped at a light and waited a few seconds before crossing.

Hearing a car, she thought nothing of it until she saw it was headed straight for her.

She panicked. She couldn't light-travel-she was still tired from last time she'd done that. And Nyx had told her that shadow-travel wasn't an option for her until she proved herself worthy...

She resigned herself to getting hit. Hopefully it wouldn't kill her or anything.

By the way the car was racing, about to hit her any second...she absolutely doubted it wouldn't.

She flew over the car and played dead as the car raced over her again. This time, she should have been dead.

Thankfully Nyx's blessing must have protected her.

"Ouch," she grumbled, lying still as she assessed the damage done to herself.

"Gods, why?" she muttered, as her entire body felt sore.

She opened her eyes a crack when she felt shadows fall over her and saw electric blue eyes before she lost consciousness.

~:~

Bumblebee had been in recharge when his sensors picked up a Decepticon...and he saw a human femme who had blonde hair.

Her eyes were closed, and she stopped for a second (using human time) and stomped her foot.

Then she crossed the street.

Then she faced an oncoming vehicle...which was a Decepticon. Barricade.

What was Barricade doing out here?

His silent question was answered when the 'Con hit the femme human and the femme flew over the hood...and then Barricade ran over her. Why would he kill a single human at a deserted intersection? And out of all the human femmes of the world, why the Pit would anyone go after this harmless-looking femme? Seriously, she looked completely harmless to Bumblebee.

The 'Con escaped as Bee activated his holoform and heard, to his extreme disbelief since no human had survived a car running over them (well...that may or not be true; Bumblebee didn't want to know) her speak.

"Ouch. Gods, why?" she moaned. She had a pretty voice, Bee thought.

Then he bent over the femme, who cracked her eyes opened.

They were a startling blue.

Then she seemed to go limp, her breathing even.

~:~

Will, his wife, one of his oldest friends from camp, and his daughter were all hanging out at Will's house, Ironhide-an Autobot-was also there. Ironhide was their inhuman guardian. Those who were major players that had been at Mission City all had guardian Autobots. Jayla was actually learning how to bake a pie, and Ironhide was playing with Annabelle, Will's daughter, which had made Epps snicker when he'd seen that. Ironhide had told him what he'd do if he ever spoke a word to the other Autobots of his 'soft spark'. Epps had been visibly cowed.

"I think it's burning," Jayla called to Sarah.

"No, it's-holy sh-"

"Language, honey," Will said, smiling a bit as he walked into the kitchen-and slammed his face into his hands as Jayla was holding a burning pie. If it'd been anyone else, she'd be in the ICU. The fire seemed to recede, going back into Jayla. She swallowed before setting it onto the potholder. It looked black, but Annabelle loved burnt things for some reason.

And Jayla seemed to secretly like burnt things, too.

Jayla looked at Will, and Will looked awkwardly away.

Sarah frowned.

"I should go," Jayla said, smiling at Sarah. "I have a mission I have to do with Optimus."

"Is Ironhide going to drive you to the airport?"

Jayla opened her mouth, then her expression darkened. "Will, your dad's here."

This time, Sarah was the confused one as Will whirled around and saw a Maserati Spyder.

He cursed in Greek.

"I'll be back," he told Sarah. "Jayla-"

"I'm coming," she said, shoving past him.

Sarah sighed, but shooed him out of the kitchen.

"I don't like the secrecy in this house," she said, her eyes flicking to the door, which had just slammed shut, "which means you are going to tell me everything, got it?"

Will knew she didn't just mean the missions he had to go to in the middle of the night.

"All right," he agreed. "Ironhide, please don't think that the man in the Spyder is a threat."

Ironhide nodded, still playing with Annabelle.

~:~

"What do you want, Dad?" he asked his father shortly.

Apollo grinned, seeming a little nervous, which was new.

"Just wanted to tell you about another kid I didn't know I had." Jayla snorted. Will knew that she thought of the gods as absentee afts, and really, most demigods did. Will hadn't exactly met anyone but Percy and Meda Jackson that had seen their dad more than a handful of times, and according to Meda seeing them was worse than never knowing them.

He believed her. Besides, all gods and goddesses kept track of their children, including Zeus, despite the Oath before the Second Titan War. Shockingly, only Hades had not broken the Oath. But that was probably because Nico's-Nico was Hades' son-mother had died when Zeus had blown up their motel, and Bianca, Nico's full sister, was dead. Hazel Levesque, a child of Pluto, had died in the 1940s, with her mother, in Alaska.

It was mostly the children of the Olympians-the 12 major goddesses and gods-that weren't aloud to see their parents. The minor gods were…well, minor, so the demigods could pray and their parents answer in a visual sort of way. Most of the children of minor gods and goddesses held resent against their parents when they had to leave-not because they weren't ever there.

"Her name is Sunshine," Apollo said, breaking Will out of his thoughts. "Sunshine Riley Archen. She went off my radar years ago, after her mother died. She was gifted with unique powers."

"Isn't everyone these days?" Jayla demanded.

Apollo sighed. "Just promise me you'll find her."

Will rolled his eyes. "Promise."

Apollo nodded, apparently satisfied.

"Okay. Thank you." Will smiled sarcastically. Apollo turned to Jayla. "Need a ride?" Jayla nodded.

"No flirting," she warned him as she got into his Maserati.

Apollo held up his hands. "Poet's honor! Oh, I feel a haiku coming on-"

"Actually, please flirt. Just do not say any poems."

Okay, even Will knew Apollo's flirting was way better than any poetry.

He also had a feeling that Midas had gotten the donkey ears for no good reason, seeing as Dionysus could probably make poems waaay better while drunk.