*Disclaimer: I own nothing of Rick Riordan's.*

*Chapter 10*

(Frank)

Frank felt like he was about to throw up.

He was sitting behind Hazel, holding on for dear life as Arion sped to New York, going so fast that the world was just a colorful blur. He could tell Hazel was enjoying the ride, though. Her expression was calm, a small relaxed smile on her face as she tilted her head up to the sun, the warmth pouring down on them.

When they reached the outskirts of New York Hazel willed Arion to slow, trotting on the concrete. Frank was glad for this; he was feeling nauseous, and riding on the edge of the sattle was uncomfortable. He'd gotten to hold Hazel, though, with his arms around her waist, so he wasn't complaining too much.

"Nico said that Chiron and the others have gone back to Camp Half-Blood, so let's stop by there first and find out what's going on," Hazel told him over her shoulder.

Frank nodded, and soon they were speeding off again. They didn't go nearly as fast as before though, so Frank could look around at his surroundings.

New York really was beautiful, he thought, with it's tall buildings and noisy crowds walking along the streets in the latest fashion trends, trench coats, and even jump suits. He could see famous clothes stores, jewelry stores, and an ice cream store that he definitely would have stopped at if he weren't lactose and tolerant. At the end of the street he could even see a movie theater. No wonder Percy loved it here.

Pretty soon they were in Long Island, stopping in front of a hill with a pine tree at the top of it. Frank started when he realized that there was a dragon curled around the tree, but as they hopped off the horse and drew nearer the dragon lazily opened one eye, recognized them as demigods, then went back to sleep.

Hazel peered at something shiny and gold hanging on the lower branches of the pine tree. "Is that . . . the Golden Fleece?" she asked.

"I think so," Frank said, though his eyes barely glanced from the sleeping dragon, watching the steam blow from his nostrils. "Come on."

They walked through the camp to find Chiron, Frank feeling self conscious as some of the campers and satyrs turned to stare at them as they passed. Frank felt like an outsider, an intruder. Him and Hazel didn't belong here. He knew Hazel felt the same when she took his hand and squeezed it nervously.

Both of them spotted the ruined car at the same time, and they both froze, stopping in their tracks.

Chiron saw them and trotted up to them, back in his centaur form. "Horrible, isn't it?" he said softly, watching a bunch of campers with rough hands and grease stained fingers taking apart the car. One of them was Leo.

When he saw them, he marched over. "We're fixing the car," he explained.

Frank saw a look of horror cross Hazel's face when the inside of the car door that was covered in blood was taken off, and he was pretty sure his expression mirrored hers.

"It must have been so bad," Hazel whispered, squeezing Frank's hand.

"It must have been," Chiron agreed quietly, his eyes on the car.

"Where is the hospital?" Frank asked. "We want to go see them."

Chiron put a hand on Frank's shoulder. "If you can be patient, we will all go soon."

Frank nodded, and Chiron squeezed his shoulder gently before letting go.

Then Jason, Thalia, Piper and Grover joined them.

"Hi," Thalia said. She hugged Hazel and nodded to Frank.

"Hi, Thalia," Hazel said. "Hi, guys. Anything new?"

"Yes," Chiron said.

Everyone turned to him in shock.

"Annabeth informed me that Percy's pulse is picking up, so we can only assume that he will awaken soon."

"That's great," Thalia breathed.

"It is. And Athena was successful in reaching Percy. He should-" Chiron was cut off by the sound of his cell phone ringing. He peered at the screen. "Hold on a moment, I need to take this. Hello?" He turned away. While the others waited, they saw something in Chiron's face change. First to shock, then surprise as he listened to whatever the other person was saying.

"I see," he said. His expression was unreadable. He paused. "I-yes. Yes, I'll tell them. Yes, good-bye."

He hung up.

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(Poseidon)

Poseidon was staring into a stone basin of blurry images when he saw the flash of light.

"Did you succeed?" he asked without turning, already knowing who was behind him.

"Yes," Athena answered. "I have talked to your son."

"And?" he said impatiently.

Athena paused. "You and Father both have such a temper," she told him, her eyes narrowing.

"Athena." Poseidon finally turned and gave her a hard look. Athena returned it with a malicious glare.

"He has chosen to return," she finally said. "His is on his way back to his body now as we speak. It would not surprise me if he were already awake."

Poseidon nodded. "Then I must go to him."

"You know Father does not like us to interact with our children. He has forbid it."

"Like you haven't broken Zeus's rule yourself," Poseidon told her, raising an eyebrow. Athena pursed her lips but didn't respond as Poseidon disappeared in a flash of green light.