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Chapter Eight: Remembering Stuff Sucks

Third POV

Mount Etna, Sicily

Annabeth's scream pierced Percy's eardrum's as he woke from his slumber, sleep still in his eyes, and look alarmed at Annabeth. He expected to see something that would make his heart wrench, like her being tortured, or his own power being used against her, but that wasn't what he saw. He saw the girl he loved...

...cringing away from a spider that was crawling by her feet. Percy couldn't help but laugh, despite the horrid situation they were in, it felt good, laughing.

"SPIDER!" she screamed at the top of her lungs as she tried to kick the hairy arachnid away with her foot.

"Scared of spiders still, Wise Girl?" he said through his laughter, recieving dagger's from Annabeth as she kicked the spider away and off the summit and into the magma chamber below.

"I'm ever so glad that I could be to your amusement, Seaweed Brain." she huffed.

"Remember the Tunnel of Love on our first quest?"

Annabeth scowled, "Yes I do." and then she muttered something under her breath that sounded something like, "iíthio, gamiméno aráchni."

Percy laughed, "Language, Annabeth!"

"Greek." she smiled

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New York Harbor, New York

"Are you sure?" Monique asked, apprehensive.

"Yeah! Come on, Mon. It'll be fun!" Alex smiled, practically jumping where he stood.

Monique crossed her arms stubbonly, "Yes, fun and dangerously stupid. Some random boat just pops up in the water and you instantly decide to board it? Is that suisidal or what?"

"That may be so, but how many boats have you seen just 'pop up' in the water?" Alex huffed, putting air quotations around the words 'pop up'. "It has to be for us. Who else gets a 'pop up' boat, huh? The president? Oprah? The queen?"

"Yeah, Alex is right," Josh agreed. Everyone looked at him and he realised he had just agreed with his enemy. "I-I mean, it could be dangerous, but what else is new?" he asked, trying to cover up his 'mistake'.

Monique looked between the two boys before rounding on Andy who had been silent through the entire argument. "This is your quest, Andy. What do we do?" she asked testily, still eyeing the boys angerly.

They were all looking at Andy now and she fought down the blood that came rushing to her cheeks. "Uh..." she said, rather intelligently. "I think we should...we should go on the boat. Like Alex said, we can't stay here and wait for another one."

Monique's nostrils flared, making her momentarily look something close to an angry Rhino, but she took a breath and frowned, "Okay, fine." she muttered, trailing beside Andy as walked up the bridge that connected them to the boat.

"I think we should search the boat. Just in case." Monique sauggested, but her tone made it clear that there was no arguing on the matter. "Josh, we'll check the stern. Andy, you and Alex check the bow and meet in the bridge."

Josh and Alex both looked confused at Monique, "Check the where?" they asked together.

Andy answered, "The stern, guys, y'know, the back. The bow, the front. Port, left, Starboard, right. The keel's the spine of the ship, the hull's the outside, bottom's the bilge and bridge is the place where there steer the damn ship." she said, pointing out each part of the ship as she said it. "Any questions?"

He didn't say anything but Josh had one question on his mind. Why the hades did Alex get to go with Andy?

Monique saw him about to say something, grabbed his arm and dragged him to the stern. Alex looked smugly at Josh, a look he thought Andy missed, when in all reality, both her and Monique had bet on who would do the stupidest thing first, here money was on Josh. Hers was on Alex.

Andy smiled inwardly and led Alex to the bow. As the combed all of the decks, they realised how messed up the boat really was. There was blood on the boards and on the carpet. One of the lounges was so horrible, Andy got a sick stomach from being in there so Alex had to check it out. The carpet was worn away, trails of slime coated the floor and the wallpaper was ripped and torn, like someone had taken to it with a hacksaw. Bones littered the floor, and Andy shuddered as she realised some of them were human bones. And then there was the stench. Imagine putting your sweaty, smelly gym socks into your locker after you just finished running a marathon. Then put in moldy cheese, rotten eggs, spoiled milk, rotting flesh, burning tyres and throw in all of the Newton Middle School's jock's colonge for good measure, leave it there to, do something for a month, then you'll have come close to how that room smelt.

Yuck.

They didn't find anything so they headed back to the bridge, and getting completely lost in the task.

"There's got to be a shopping plaza around here," Andy mused as they walked through countless corridors.

"Okay, I know girls like shopping and all, but is this really the time to see if they have a Prada?" Alex asked, slightly amused.

Andy looked over her shoulder at him, "No, Fly Boy, I actually hate shopping. In a shopping plaza, there should be a khiosk with maps."

Alex felt embarassed at his idiocy, but Andy didn't seem to see, or care, and continued. After a good five minutes, they found a shopping plaza, and like Andy said, there was a help khiosk with maps. Alex went over to the destroyed YOU ARE HERE model ship that was missing the ship, then stopped to look at Andy, who had frozen on the spot, looking at the plaza.

The place was a mess. Shop windows were smashed and cracked, merchandise was everywhere and the fountain in the centre of the plaza was smashed and leaking all over the tiles. But there was a definated path of destruction. It seemed to start at one of the far left shops, then moved to the right before going into the middle and destroying the fountain. Andy wondered what did that. Maybe a giant bulldozer? Or a monster? (A/N hint, hint, wink, wink, LO)

"Andy, I've got the map. Come on." Alex urged, he was getting uncomfortable by the way Andy stodd staring out into the water of the fountain.

Andy heard sounds, voices, yell, clangs of sword and slices of metal through flesh. Then the voices, or voice, became louder, but still onlt the ghost of things that had been.

"Hey, crabby." a voice said, "I'm just gonna scoot around you so-" Then there was the sound of glass shattering and clothing racks falling to the floor. Someone drew a sword, she heard the metal cling against a type of armor, and then there was a squeal, like the one you get when you play basketball and your sneakers rub on the floor. A shout of triamph, then new yells.

"There!" someone called, "Intruder!" Andy couldn't explain why, but she felt paniced, if she got pinned down in the middle of the ship, she'd be crab chow. But there wasn't a crab! Or a fight! No one else was here except her and Alex. Then there was a rumbling deep in the ship and green flames burst into existance being with them amazing heat. Every inch of her body seemed to be on fire...

"ANDY!" Alex yelled, dragging Andy out from her thoughts.

"Oh, yeah, umm...sorry, Alex. Blacked ou' th'air for a sec, y'know." she said, her speech slurred as if she'd just recovered from the worst hangover in the world (not like she'd know...)

Alex sighed. He knew Andy was lying, she was a horrible liar and she was shaking madly, he thought for a moment she might have a fit or somthing. He put an arm around her waist (YES! he thought when she didn't protest) and helped steady her. Some colour returned to her face as they walked down the steps.

They went back out into the sunlight to meet Josh and Monique, not bothering to ask why Josh had a red mark on his arm. Instantly, Josh glared at Alex, whose arm was still supporting Andy and Alex moved closer to her to ask if she was alright. Josh almost had steam billowing out of his ears at Alex's smug expression, but as Andy's faces paled once more, he forgot his rivraly and went over to help her.

"Andy, Andy!" Monique squeaked as she litterly clawed Alex's arms off her friend and laid her down on the couch. Josh ran a simple check over of her.

"Muscle spasmns. Caused by large amounts of stress and trauma. Your body thinks something should have happened but it didn't." he informed Andy.

"After effects of the fight?" Monique suggested.

Andy didn't answer. She hadn't thought about the fight with Alphito since it ended, no, the boat...triggered something...something...old...something that should stay hidden.

Andy rose from the couch (ignoring Josh's protestes that she needed to rest) and started to the bridge. Andy had no idea how to steer a boat, let alone a freakin giant cruise ship, and even if she did, the bridge was in such a mess every janitor in the world wouldn't have been able to clean it up.

Why can't this stupid thing sail itself! she thought angryly, kicking a console and immediatly regretting it.

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Mount Etna, Sicily

Why can't thins stupid thing sail itself! Percy heard his daughter's distress from countries away.

"Annabeth, Andromeda needs help." Percy told Annabeth, as she looked up in worry.

"Why? What happened? Is she hurt?" Annabeth bombarded him with questions as he closed his eyes and tried to find his daughter again. He found her.

"She's on the Princess Andromeda." Percy told Annabeth, who gasped but let him continue. "She's with three other demi-gods, which is strange 'coz it's usually only three, not four..."

"Get on with it, Seaweed Brain!"

"Okay, okay. I think they've just been in a small fight, I'm not sure, and now they want to sail the Princess Andromeda but it's kinda' impossible seeing as me and Beckendorf blew it up." Percy's words turned solom at the memory of Beckendorf.

"Well?" Annabeth asked. "Can you help her or not? Don't gods generally do that?"

"I'm sorry, Wise Girl, but it is kind of hard to sail a ship from 4,000 miles away."

"You can do it, can't you."

"Yeah..."

"Then do it!"

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Princess Andromeda, New York Harbor

Even with the Princess Andromeda sailing smoothly, the four demi-gods were paranoid, that is, even more than usual.

As Andy dipped her feet in the pool, she saw Josh walk past in the opposite direction not even glancing at her (which in itself was odd) and keeping a hand on the bow that was slung across his back, notching an arrow with lightning speed at the slightest noise.

Andy could see Alex was pacing up and down the starboard deck, stopping, looking back at the Empire State Building in the distance, muttering, then pacing again, all the while, his hand gripping the sword that was resting in it's scabbard until his knuckles were white and looking quite sea-sick.

Monique on the other hand was meditating in one of the lounges, every five seconds or so reaching for the dagger that sat on one of the small tables beside the small, white lounge she sat on.

Andy felt very uneasy as she sat by the pool side. She kept hearing noises around her, but not normal ones, it sounded like a whole group of people were on board around her.

"Traitor!" a boy yelled. "You tricked all of us! Even DIONYSUS at CAMP HALF-BLOOD!"

Andy shuddered, screwing her eyes shut as if it would block out the sound.

"Who poisoned Thalia's tree, Luke?" the boy asked angerly.

"I did, of course." a young man snarled. Andy's blood ran cold at the tone of voice he was using, she couldn't explain it, but something in his voice sparked something in her brain, a memory, but not a memory.

"You were going to heal Kronos!" the boy yelled.

"Yes! The Fleece's magic would've sped his mending process tenfold. But you haven't stopped us, Percy."

And then she heard the sound of fighting. Swords and shields clanging against each other. Then the sound of hooves galloping onto the deck, the whoops of what sounded like partying horses (however weird that might sound) and the blast of...a paintball gun...? She felt chaos around her, the sound of war cries, screams, her mother's voice.

"Come on, Percy! We've gotta go!" her mother yelled over the fray. Why would her mother... wait, Percy. Percy... Percy... Perseus, as in Lord Perseus of the Atlantic...as in dad.

Andy had had enough. She pulled her legs out of the water to get up and instantly the noise stopped, the voices and the gallops stopped. Curious, she dipped her toes back into the water and the noise started again, this time different.

"You're late, Percy. We've been expecting you for days," the man said, but then something in his voice changed. His voice became heavier, ancient and powerful, it sounded exactly like the man in Andy's dream- the Titan lord Kronos. "Come, bow before me."

"Like that'll happen." Percy muttered and Andy only then realised that he was next to her, or, he used to be. A sword fight broke out, the sound of metal against each other was the only noise, then there was one, swift slice that seemed to be louder then it really was.

"A poor performance, Percy Jackson. Luke tells me you were never his match at swordplay."

"Luke had a big head," Percy said and Andy gasped at how weak his voice sounded. "But at least it was his head."

Andy couldn't help but let out a snort at that comment, but then she realised, she probably would have said something along those lines. Talk about creepy.

"It seems a pity to kill you now. I would love to see the terror in your eyes when you realise how I will destroy Olympus." Luke, no, Kronos said.

"You'll never get this boat to Manhattan," Percy said, stubbornly, getting a smirk from his daughter, still immersed in the sounds she was hearing.

"And why would that be? Perhaps you are counting on your friend with the explosives?"

There was the sound of footsteps and someone struggling, probably someone being led by another.

"No!" Percy yelled. I guess they were friends, not close, but still friends. So another demi-god on Kronos' ship? Andy thought, maybe theye were on a mission, or just being really, really stupid.

"He was going towards the engine room, my lord." another person said and Andy couldn't help but scowl at the last two words of his sentance. Blagh!

"How do you know that?" Kronos asked, now so close to Andy she shuddered. "Did you, perhaps, send someone to actually CHECK THE ENGINE ROOM?"

Andy laughed, burn, she thought.

And then, a voice that Andy hadn't heard before, "What isss he doing? What isss that on hisss wrissst?"

There was a rumbling deep in the ship. There was hundreds of yells from monsters and weapons flying in Andy's general direction. There was a great SPLASH! then the ship blew. It felt like the entire ship was being blast apart by 50 nuclear bombs, the heat was unbearable, the screams, the death, the destruction...

"Andy! Andy!" her friend voices bought her back to Earth as they crowded around her.

"Are you okay?" Monique asked, uncertainly, putting an arm around her friends shoulders. Only now, did Andy realise she felt freezing cold, but was drenched in hot sweat at the same time. She was shacking slightly again.

"I-I'm fine, guys." she said, rather unconvinsingly.

"Don't say that, Andy. This is the second time today you've started shacking and screaming-"

"I was screaming?" Andy asked, suprised.

Alex crouched down next to her, "Yeah, really horrible stuff like 'traitor' and you kept saying 'no' alot."

"I'm fi-"

SLAP!

"Andromeda Jackson! Don't you dare ignore our help." Monique growled and both boys instantly inched back a bit, away from the angry daughter of Athena. "You are obviously going through something. Let us help. At least tell us what's going on."

"I'm-" Andy was about to finish that sentance with a 'fine' but the look on Monique's face made the words dive back down her throat. She put her head in her hand and closed her eyes, trying to organize her thoughts. Finally, she found her voice.

"I-I keep having these, well I don't know what to call them. Memories? Visions? No, not visons. Like, ghosts of what's happened on this boat. Right here." she said, gesturing around the top deck. "Monique, why was this boat so important?"

Monique sighed, "This was the main boat Kronos used to transport his army during the Second Titan War. Beckendorf and Jackson, I mean your dad, blew it up at near the begining of the Battle of Manhattan."

"Did...did Beckendorf die?" Andy asked, pale as a sheet.

Monique was silent for a moment before answering with a soft, "Yes."

The four were silent for a minuted until Josh asked, "What do you see?"

Andy looked up at the clear blue sky and took a calming breath, "I don't see it as much as I hear it. I heard the a fight between my dad and Kronos and I heard, and felt for that matter, the ship exploding. And earlier today in the plaza I heard my dad fighting a monster and breaking everything in there."

Josh nodded as if he understood what she was talking about, which he most liekly did, seeing as his dad was also the god of prophecy.

"Andy, you should get some sleep." Josh advised, as he helped her to her feet. "And don't argue with me. I'm a better healer then all of you put together. Go and find a room to stay in."

Andy would have argued (and probably would've won) but she realised she was ready to drop dead on her feet. She sighed and walked into the sleeping quarters of the boat, ignoring the concerned looks from her friends.

She chose to stay in a beautiful stateroom, with huge windows curved along the back wall, looking out over the stern of the ship. A Persian rug covered the floor. two plush sofas occupided the middle of the room, with a canopied bed in one conrner and a mahogany dining table in the other. But there were marks on the carpet, like the once you get when something heavy has been there. (A/N hint, hint, wink, wink SoM)

She walked over to the bed and collaped onto the soft matress, and was instantly asleep.

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Rome, Italy

Riley liked Rome.

He made a mental note to ask his father not to destroy the city, well, only the parts that linked it to the gods. Sorry Trevi Fountain, but Poseidon would just have to go. Something Triton mightn't be to happy about, seeing as he is also featured in the stupid fountain but, really, who cared what that big-headed, egoistic son of the sea god thinks?

That's right, no one.

There were two reasons why Riley was in Rome. One, was he needed to be close enough to Mount Etna to make sure Braises didn't screw up (again) and two, he needed to be far enough away so he wouldn't need to listen to Braises' complaints, and he needed his involvment to be at a bare minimum.

But avoiding Braises was more important to his sanity then to his plan.

Everything is going along perfectly, he mused, sipping his coffee as he watched the Trevi Fountain from a cafe across the street, I must have over looked something. He huffed in frustration as he tried to think of what he had forgotten...

The incentive centaur was out of the way for now, along with that fat, drunken god who directed that filthly pot-hole of a camp.

The four demi-gods were on their way, Riley had personally watched them board the ship. He'd been slightly concerned about the Athena girl (Molly? Madison? Monay? Monqiue?) when she stopped Andromeda and the other two (John and Aaron, or, something like that), but his nephew's natural stupidity changed her mind, he had predicted that.

Perseus and Annabeth were secured, there was no chance they would be escaping without help. And that was exactly what he was hoping for.

The gods were being themselves, y'know, getting in the way and being general [CENCERED]. Riley hadn't been found out yet, something he wanted to keep the same until the right time came to revel himself as the person behind the plans, and in turn open up the next war his father was going to win. Poseidon and Athena were going to visit Andromeda and the other three, something Riley had predicted, again.

The only thing that was upsetting the plan in the slightest was his stepmother. Rhea was trying her best to interfere with his plan. Next thing you know, she would send Andromeda a dream. Ha! Like that would-

Riley sprang up from his chair so fast he knocked over the chair and his coffee. A waiter came to tell him off in rapid Italian but Riley was already running. He pushed though the crowd surrounding the Travi Fountain.

"Mossa! Fuori dai piedi, idioti!" he growled at the people blocking his way as he reached the main road. He kicked his motorbike into action and sped off at incredibly reckless speeds. He sped past several poliziotti but he drove to fast for them to even register his precence, that and time was slowing down to make it easier for Riley to navigate the traffic.

Rhea was either going to pay for interfering, he would make sure of it.

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I'm very upset. I am losing my muse on this story. I am trying my best to finish it because, well, I've already written most of the final scene and I LOVE IT so I must finish this. I have ideas and stuff, but I just can't write those stupid filler chapters and the in-the-middle bits. ARGH! :(

Anyone want to request a place for Riley to be evil at next? I'm thinking of getting requests for him and writing him there, because there is a, like, 80% chance that I have been there or a family/friend has. Anywhere in the world guys :)

You would not believe how many maps I have printed out to draw routes and stuff on. I even downloaded Google Earth. Then I realised my sister had an Atlas and she had never touched it. Damn. :)

I was going to include Andy'd dream and Poseidon and Athena's visit in this chapter, but I wanted to get it out sooner so I'll leave that for the next chapter.

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~Emily

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