Okay, first I don't own PJO. Second, I know that in the last chapter, I put dyslexia as a disease, but then I switched to a disability. I just wanted to let everyone know, I have nothing against dyslexic people, and I'm super sorry for writing that. I just needed another word to fit in, and since disease was the first one that popped up, I wrote it down. I'm sincerely sorry, and I hope that no one took offence to that. Also, I think that dyslexic people are really cool, and also much stronger than people who can read normally. Please overlook my mistake.

Travis

The bus stop was in view, and they were grabbing their things. Well, Connor grabbed the backpack, and Travis grabbed Katie. Under normal circumstances, he knew she would never allow him to carry her, especially in front of a bunch of people, but she had fallen asleep during the car ride. He couldn't help but marvel at how quickly her sweet eyes began to droop, and even Connor had gently shifted in his seat to make more room for her to sleep comfortably.

"Come on, bro." Connor slung the backpack over his shoulder and waved good bye to Argus.

"Bye, Argus. Thanks for driving us." Travis told him softly, keeping his voice down for Katie's sake.

Argus winked at him from his eye on the tip of his nose, and carefully backed up.

They took their places on the benches, and Connor read the map. Well, he squinted until the map looked blurry and Travis snatched it away from him.

"Twenty stops until Greentown!" Travis bit his bottom lip and looked up despairingly at his little brother.

Connor dropped his jaw. "Twenty stops? You have got to be kidding me!"

Travis shook his head, pointing to the map, from "Uoy Rea Rehe, (You are here) to Tonwgerne (Greentown.)

Katie shifted slightly in Travis's arms, and he handed Connor the map to readjust the way he was carrying her.

Connor glanced around, and saw that there were only four other people at the bus stop, one elderly couple, one man that looked ancient, and one other much younger man. They were all staring at the trio.

"Maybe we should keep it down." Connor nervously suggested to his brother.

"You think?" Travis glared at him.

They sat back down on the benches, and Travis pulled the backpack nearer to him. Years of being a pickpocket, (and being the child of Hermes definitely helped) had given him the distinct impression that the young man was a pickpocket himself. Travis wasn't giving him the opportunity to snatch away his one hundred dollars. That was more that he had ever had in a year, much less a day.

They waited quietly and stayed still, which was a very hard thing for two ADHD demigods to do. They kept expecting a monster to come crashing into the wall, and Travis was practically going over every possible outcome of every scenario that he could possibly think of. What if monsters found him at that stupid boarding school thing? What if Katie got hurt? What if Connor got hurt? What if the kid they were rescuing got hurt? What was his name? What if he refused to come with them?

Katie began to stir just as the bus came rolling into the station. Travis knew he was in trouble the moment he saw it. It was a puny, smaller-than-a-school-bus puny, little orange bus. And it was packed with people.

Some of them got off at the stop, but it wasn't enough.

Travis could feel Katie start to freeze up as she woke up and realized just where they were headed. He squeezed her hand reassuringly as he swung her up and wrapped his arms around her. It didn't matter how much she complained or protested. He was not letting go of her. Connor put the backpack so that just one strap was on one shoulder. He knew from years of experience, too, that pickpockets tended to go for the backpack that was securely in place, rather than the one that was flying all over the place.

They climbed aboard along with the rest of the people.

Katie

Katie took a deep breath before entering the bus. She knew that Travis was slightly surprised that she hadn't tried to escape from his hold, but she wasn't stupid. She would get lost. And, she would never admit it to anyone, but she was also slightly claustrophobic, and having Travis hold her was helping to ease her nerves. Barely, but it was still working.

"After all, a plant needs space to grow and to thrive. Put it in a garden overstuffed with other plants, and it would die." Katie could almost feel that quote running through her veins, as though it was poison.

She whimpered, hoping that no one could hear her. Travis did, though, and he turned her so that she was facing his chest. She buried her face into his shirt and breathed deeply, pretending that she was just at home, and his shirt was her pillow.

Travis

Well, Katie woke up.

Travis stepped into the crowd, and then at the last minute, turned and grabbed his brother's hand.

Connor looked at him, surprised.

"I don't want us getting separated." Travis mouthed. Connor nodded in agreement. He didn't tell Travis, but he'd been debating whether to grab Travis's hand or not, himself.

The crowd thickened as the flattened themselves against the side.

Connor pushed his way forward, so that he was standing in front of his brother. He pushed the backpack into the side, so no one would be able to grab for it. Then, he let go of Travis's hand, as much as he didn't want to.

Katie turned at the last minute, just before the bus lurched forward. Travis had steadied himself before it had started, so she didn't feel too much of it.

"On to Greentown." Connor murmured, his eyes meeting his brother's.

"On to Greentown." Travis agreed.

"On to Greentown." Katie added her own agreement.

The boys smiled down at her, and she felt a rush of warmth. She quickly buried her face back into Travis's shirt so that they couldn't see her smile.