Sorry that I'm such a horribly irregular updater. I know exactly where I'm going with this-thank god almighty!

I started a community-YAY! its for funny and short PJO fics. Anyone have any suggestions?

NO?

So here's... hmm who isn't in this chapter?

Grover! Grover is eating tin cans with Juniper.

Hey Grover, could you do the disclaimer?

Grover: Uh... okay. The plot is Em's, the Gang is Em's, but everyone else is Rick Riordan's

GREAT!

PS: This may have a cliffie. Maybe.

Here lies Nico Di Angelo.

He died of surprisitization. (Sur-pry-sit-i-za-shun)

It happens when you get so utterly stunned that you just drop dead. XP

It was very sudden.

There was really nothing we could do.

"Say-freaking-WHAT?" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

Val jumped back at my sudden exclamation.

Dixie giggled a bit.

Probably from my face. I was doing the whole eyebrow thing again.

I do that more than I thought.

"I SAID 'We were all a gang back at the Lotus Hotel and Casino!'" Val yelled back at me, at the same octave as me.

No one mimics Nico Di Angelo.

NO ONE!

And yet I let her get away with it as I sat down on the hardwood floor, hugged my knees to my chest, and placed my forehead on my knees.

"Val?" I asked, not looking at her. For a moment I was afraid. "What year is it?"

Val looked at me and smiled. "2011. DUH."

I sighed. "Who is president, Val?"

She looked at me like I was crazy. "Barack Obama. I'm not stupid."

"One more question," I still hadn't looked into her eyes. "Who was the last president?"

The answer wasn't immediate. There was hesitation. "Uhm... Reagan?"

I flinched.

She was from the Lotus alright.

I raised my head and looked at her, changing my legs to indian style. She looked nervous. Dixie had this look on her face...

...what was left of her face, at least...

that was sadness. Her eyes were tired and mournful.

Dixie came over and sat on my lap. I looked down at her.

My pointer finger ignored my brain and went up to trace a scar extending from her forehead down to her chin.

She flinched away. I felt a warm tear fall to my calf.

"Nico, do you remember Dixie before she was like this?"

I frowned slightly. "No."

Val looked at her shoes, her long hair falling in her eyes.

"You always told me not to take pictures of us. You said that pictures spoiled memories. When Dixie... well after she... I felt horrible for not taking them. There were fourty billion photo booths there. But you said that you remembered her just fine. Now that you're... like this... you don't remember anymore."

"Who did this to her, Valerie?" I glared up at her and stroked Dixie's back.

"Dad did."

I blinked in surprise. Who?

"Our Dad, Nico. Hades did this."

Sorry Future! ;)

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