Disclaimer: I do not own PJO.
"Who are you?" Thalia asked suspiciously, moving to the front of the chariot as it stopped for a red light.
"I'm Apollo. Want to hear a haiku about me?" He asked excitedly.
"No!" Thalia shouted.
Nico sighed in relief.
"Nicko?" Percy tugged on Nico's leg. "I go Annabeth."
"Annbeth's not here right now, Perce. Do you think you could wait for a little while?" Nico practically begged.
"Hey, quit calling him Nicko." Thalia seemed to notice Percy. "He's Papa, remember?"
"Oh yeah." Percy nodded in agreement. "Hi, Papa."
"No. I am not 'Papa.' I am Nico. Let's get that straight." Nico automatically directed. "Understood?"
"Whatever you say, Papa." Thalia rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Ooh! Shiny button!" Percy shouted in excitement, pointing to a silver button on the side of the chariot.
"Don't touch that, Percy!" Apollo shouted in horror.
He was too late. Everyone watched in shock as Percy pressed the button, and a fireball flew from the side of the chariot. It rammed into a brick wall, and instantly, a warehouse was on fire.
"Get out of here!" Nico shouted, grabbing Percy to keep him from pressing the button again.
Apollo pulled at the steering wheel – or whatever it was, – and the sun chariot lifted off the ground and flew into the sky.
They continued in silence for a few moments, everyone (besides Percy and Thalia) contemplating the problems that warehouse was going through.
"I really hope that warehouse wasn't important." Apollo declared.