A/N: Okay, okay! I'm SOO SORRY! Fanfiction went all spazey and I couldn't upload the next chapter. It's been done for-ev-er, and fanfic just wasn't cooperating. Anyway, what would ya'll think if I started doing seperate points of views? Just wonderin', cause I might. (This chapter as an example). Anyway, several of you agreed that the last chapter was a little confusing, but that it also inlightened the story. At least...I think ya'll did...oh well! To the *switches to french accent* dis-claim-er!

Me: Yes, yes, I can be very diabolical. I think we all can at times. Anyway, I couldn't really think of who to call, so I'm just gonna have Zirk do it.

Zirk: Sweetz! Alright, alright, she don't own a thing. I ain't even sure she owns me.

Me: I do!

Zirk: Show me the certificate and DNA test. Now, Di owns Ruby, Glen...and I ain't sure 'bout Zena either.

Di: Do so! I created her!

Zirk: Whatevs. Anyway, on to this chapter. Where's the coke!

Zirk's POV

South? As in 'the-home-of-country-music-and-coke'? That south? Ah, I must be in Heaven. This is everything that went through my mind as we stepped into the plane. (Oh, and while we're on the subject, I DO NOT like riding planes.) Anyway, Zember and I got a seat next to each other, and then it was Zena and Zeph, followed by Glen and Daniel. We stayed in each other's views so that we wouldn't loose each other say that maybe...I don't know. A super-mutant can of coke started gnawing on the plane? Which, frankly, would be pretty wicked. But, of course, you had good ole Mother Zember to make sure we didn't do anything stupid. So much for blowing up the gas tank.

So, I sat there, my arms crossed over my chest, soda in hand-(did you know they gave you soda on planes? It's totally awesome)-and Ipod jammed in my ears. I was listening to 'Little Moments' by Brad Paisley. I flipped un-pointedly through a free People magazine. You'd either a) be amazed by how many Hollywood couples are getting divorced, or b) not amazed at all and having a mother yapping in your ear. Mine, unfortunately, was both. Zember was trying to get my attention. She kept snapping her fingers under my nose, waving her hand in my face. She tried yelling into my ear, but decided not to, considering we were on a crowded plane.

Finally, she yanked the earphone out of my ear. "Aniah!" She nearly shouted. I looked at her, my dark eyes glinting in the dim light.

"Yeah?"

"Did you even hear what I said?"

I thought for a second. "Did it have anything to do with root beer and Tom Cruise?" She shook her head. "Then no."

"Look." Zember pointed to the seat before ours. It was two people who both had their shoes kicked off. At first I didn't see it.

"Could you explain what I'm supposed to be looking a-" and then I saw it. Hooves. Like Glen and Zephanie's. "Satyrs." I whispered. "Well, doesn't this day just keep getting better and better." I flopped back on my seat, closing my eyes, and rubbing my temples. "PS: That's sarcasm, Zemb."

"Hey! I know what sarcasm is, Zirk." I could tell she had to struggle to not say: 'Zirklyn'. I was thoroughly surprised that she didn't. Wow, I sure am using big words today. I mean, what's up with thoroughly or dim light. Glinting? Considering? Un-pointedly? I must be loosing my curve.

"Fine. Sorry. Can I have my earphone back, please?"

"Here," she dropped it in my hand. I grinned a little bit when I saw how flushed Zember's face was. Flushed=embarrassement, which meant I did what I was supposed to do.

I rolled my eyes. "Zember, it's a joke."

"I know that." She smiled a bit. "What's up with that Daniel kid?"

"Say what?" Sadly, I felt an in-vouluntary blush arouse in my cheeks. (There's those big words, again!)

"You know I know, right?" Zember smirked.

"Know what? What's there to know, besides the fact that we're on a plane heading for God knows where, and that we're surrounded by flippin' satyrs!"

"You like him, Zirk. Don't pretend you don't."

"Who've you been hangin' around with? There ain't nothin' going on between me and Daniel."

"Zirk, why'd you say something about a urine sample?"

"He wanted a collect call for Nico. I had to get some information." I shrugged, then turned back to the magazine. Another sip of coke. Another flip of the page. Another song. Another feeling of: What's Daniel doing right now. Note to self: Kill Zember when they land the freakin' plane.

Zember shook her head, then returned to whatever she was doing. Probably looking at the boys to make sure they weren't doing anything stupid. Wrong choice. I'm much more un-predictable. I mean, in a heart beat I could be hanging upside down from a tree, using a bazooka to shoot coke can grenades at by-passing monkeys. Did I happen to mention how crazy I am about coke? It's like, FanTard Syndrome deluxe.

"Guys. Do you hear that?" Zena asked, looking up.

"Oh God," I mumbled. "More sounds."

"We don't hear anything, Zeen. What does it sound like?" Zember looked at the seat behind us.

"Electricity...how do we get in contact with the captain?"

"Uh, I don't know. Maybe walk to the cabin and say: Hi, my name is Zena Forten, daguhter of Zeus and all that crap. Can I please talk to you?" Sarcasm was dripping off my toungue.

"Fine then. I will." Zena stood up, moved into the asile, and walked down it. I had to surpress a laugh.

I leaned over to Zember's ear. "I didn't really think she'd do it." I whispered.

Zember snorted, then covered her mouth to hide her huge smile. I looked down the aisle. Zena was at the door, talking to a bored looking blonde. Then har face switched to something of confusion. Then she nodded. My thoughts? What in the sam heck is going on?

Zena walked in, and in the next second the plane took a vivd right turn. (What is up with those big words!) Several people looked shaken, and I saw a triumphant looking Zena step out of the cockpit. She walked back, and before I knew it, an arc of lightning passed by the left side of the plane. I starred at her. She shrugged.

"Oh, the joys of being the daughter of Zeus." Zena said, then sat down in her seat.

"How'd you get in?" Zeph asked.

Zena's eyebrows furrowed. "Uh...I really don't know. It was like...I asked, using persuasion in my voice, and boom. I was in."

"You just saved everyone on a freakin' plane. That is too cool." Daniel said. I looked at him from across the aisle. His dark eyes were glinting like mine.

"Yeah," I said. "Too cool." Except, when I said it, I was in my own little world. I'm sure my voice sounded deep in thought and dreamily. I knew Zember was starring at me. I knew she knew. Of course, like I was going to admit that.

"Percy" POV

The "Percy" was flying high over-head, keeping a shere distance from the plane. He knew not to get too close. Then the girls would suspect something. And he could not let them know. He had to dispose of his prey.

You okay, Boss?

Great, it was that annoying horse again. Yeah, he replied. Everything's fine...uh...uh...He'd forgotten the horse's name! Now he knew the mission was close to being found out.

Blackjack, Boss. How come you're actin' so weird? How come youi forgot my name, Boss? Why do you feel so different. You've never forgot my name before, Boss. Are you sure you're ok-

Yes, Blackjack, I'm fine. Forget it, would ya!

Oh...sorry, Boss. Blackjack knew something was up. This wasn't Percy. He could tell. Percy would never yell at him like that. Even on a bad day. When normally, Blackjack would've flipped over and sent the fake "Percy" to the ground, he resisted. He wanted to know where the real Percy was, and he figured that the only way to do was to keep this one. And when he found out where Percy was, this guy could expect a hoof up his butt.

Annabeth and Percy's POV

Percy prayed silently that Zeus wouldn't shoot him out of the sky for this. Heck -he prayed that he wouldn't die for this. Percy knew how extremely dangerous and stupid this was, in Annabeth's words, but he also knew it was faster than any car could take them. Faster than Mr. Chase's fighter plane could travel.

And, on the inside, Percy missed Blackjack. His favorite form of transport was that great and amazing pegasus. And now he didn't have him. It made Percy fill terrible on the inside, but it was quickly replaced with fear as Annabeth grabbed his arm and led him unto the plane. She could feel how tense his arms were. She hated it.

"Everything's going to be fine, Percy," she whispered. "Don't be afraid."

Percy nearly snorted. "When have I never been afraid, Annabeth? When I was eleven, maybe, but then I think I was afraid for Mom getting smacked around by Gabe. So, can you acurately say not to be afraid, and that everything will be okay?"

"Acurately? Have you been reading the dictionary again, Perce?"

"No. Just saying."

"Well, you're right, but when things have to be done, things have to be done. And when it's half-blood life, that happens pretty often. Now, get your butt in your seat." Giving him a gentle push, he sat down in his seat, hands immediately clamping down on the armrests. He couldn't calm down, no matter how many times Annabeth would kiss him, or tell him everything was okay. He just couldn't. Without seeing another solution, Percy made a quick decision.

"Annabeth," he started. "I want you to knock me out."

"Percy, have you lost your brain!"

"Not yet, but I will if I don't sleep!"

"It's gonna hurt," she warned.

"Really? I never could'a gues-" he didn't finish his sentece, because Annabeth gave one sharp hit to the head. He was off the dreamland, where nothing was scary. In his mind, he prayed that he wouldn't wake up in the Underworld.

Nico and Abby's POV

"Oh my gosh, Nico, I can't believe we're actually doing this!" Abby whisper squealed. They stood behind a tree in its shadow, watching the girls get on the plane.

"Yeah," he admitted, staring off into the distance, his eyes narrowing. "Me either."

"Where are they headed?" She looked around the tree with him, cranning their necks to see the place.

"I think," Nico murmured, "they're headed to...California?"

"California? As in, where your dad lives?"

Nico nodded. "Exactly. C'mon." Nico started walking out of the shadow, puling Abby with him.

"Where're we going?"

"Well, I mean, it's not like they'll be in California seven-teen seconds from now like we would. Let's give 'em some time. I know a great place for food." Nico smiled, and Abby did too.

"Uh...okay."

...

Minutes later they were seated at a particular 'not-too-fancy' joint. A Huddle House.

"Seriously, Nico?" Abby asked, picking up a menu. "Huddle House?"

"What?" Nico smiled and shrugged. "It's a great place to eat."

"Yeah, if you're three with your parents."

"Oh, shut-up and enjoy it." Nico said playfully. She sighed, smiling, and nodded.

"Okay. What're you get-"

And, of course, a monster just had to attack. Enchida, in all of her ugliness, slitered out from the kitchen, people screaming and pointing and fleeing the resturant. Nico and Abby immediately sprang into action, Nico pulling out his Stygion Iron sword, and Abby her spear. (Yes, that's right. They gave the energetic girl the spear.)

With one flick of her scaly hand, Abby flew back, crashing hard against the wall. She didn't move.

And Nico didn't know if he could stop Echidna himself.

Thalia's POV

Thalia crowched low on her tree branch. The girls had just borded the plane, and she had seen two figures move. She'd been following them, only to find out the it was Nico and Abby.

Good, she thought. They're on schedule.

Jumping down from her branch, she landed effortlessly on her feet. Then she heard screaming, and a loud crash! inside the Huddle House. Swift thinking and a second later, Thalia was by Nico's side, Aegis and her bow and arrows ready for action.

"Where's Abby!" She shouted, dodging an attack from Echidna.

Nico pointed to the wall, where Abby lied, unconscious. A new fire fueled in their eyes, as Echidna attacked once again, flinging Nico back as well.

"That tears it." Thalia said. "For The Big Three!" And, shouted, she rammed towards the beast.