A/N: So, I don't even have an excuse this time. I've been on summer vacation for about two weeks now with plenty of time to write this, and I just didn't. You can thank my little sister for this embarrassingly tiny filler chapter. Without her giving me pointed glares every time I did anything on my computer that wasn't typing, you wouldn't even have this much. I apologize in the humblest way possible for this boring filler chapter, but I wanted to give you guys something. I'll try to get back to my one-chapter-a-week schedule now and will be picking the action back up next week.

I got one question asking when Barry died for twenty-four hours. And technically, he didn't die. I was referring to the end of season two where they built the second particle accelerator explosion in an attempt to restore Barry's speed after Zoom stole it from him. And I got one question asking why the cat hit by Barry's lightning didn't die, since lightning is technically a natural cause. The answer to that is that I've always thought of Barry's lightning bolts as being artificial since his electricity is produced by friction he creates when he runs. There was also the matter of that being way too convenient for them, but the first one is the real answer.

I hope you enjoy this sorry excuse for a chapter and stick with me until next week. Things should get more interesting then.

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Hm. So, I'm not even going to try to explain what happened with the whole Barry-going-into-the-Speed-Force thing. That was...weird. I don't fully understand it. Like, at all. Let's leave it at this: Barry went into something shiny and three hours later found us all bored out of our minds. Or, at least my fellow demigods and I were.

After I introduced the other demigods who hadn't met them, Team Flash had kinda shut down in the absence of their leader. At first, it wasn't that bothersome. It gave everyone a chance to sort out who was who. But all Team Flash was doing was standing or sitting around staring worriedly at monitors, except for Jesse, who had wandered off a while ago to do...something. This meant that after Annabeth and I gave our friends the tour, there was nothing left to do except sleep or something.

But everyone was too excited to sleep. We were all gathered in the Cortex (except for Nico, he had shadow-travelled off again).

Given the fact that most of the demigods didn't know Team Flash at all, most of us stood in one large, awkwardly silent group on the other side of the Cortex. That is, until our ADHD kicked in. I mean, it started innocently enough. We just wanted to see how zoned out Team Flash actually was, so we started doing...odd things in the background to see if they were noticed.

I would also like to go on record saying that it was not my fault that it escalated from making silly faces at them and doing cartwheels across the Cortex to flooding the med bay and building a huge, fully functional paper biplane (complete with functioning turbines) to launch into the hallway, no matter what my friends told you.

Let's just say that by the time Team Flash did notice, they were not very happy. Except for Cisco, who seemed pretty impressed by the biplane.

It was the other members of Team Flash who were less than thrilled, namely Iris and Caitlin.

"Now is not the time to playing practical jokes," Iris had growled. "We are undertaking a very serious operation and do not need to be distracted right now.

Frank, Hazel, and Jason immediately apollo-gized (see what I did there?), saying that they should have realized how serious the situation was (even though they had no idea what was going on). I had noticed this in the other Romans as well. They were more willing to own up to something that might not even have been their fault. Probably something to do with the highly structured leadership over in New Rome. Us Greeks, though? We're more like You got a problem with that buddy? Too freaking bad.

As a result, when Iris turned expectantly to Leo, looking for another apollo-gy, she didn't get one.

Leo raised an eyebrow as Iris stared at him. "What? I'm not gonna apologize for being bored. Did you just miss the fact that we came over here to take a break and work on controlling our powers? This-" he gestured around the room in an all-encompassing gesture- "is us working on controlling our powers."

Iris's nostrils flared angrily. "Yeah, well in case you missed it, our team wasn't exactly thrilled about hosting a bunch of nukes waiting to explode on us if they get their feewings huwt."

Leo's eyes sparked (not literally, thank the gods) with anger at Iris's mocking tone, but before the two of them could really get into it, Annabeth stepped in between them, hands raised placatingly.

"Let's all just calm down," she suggested coolly. "Leo, Iris is right to be worried. Both her ex-fiance and brother are currently trapped in an endless alternate dimension that they might never return from. And Iris," she turned to stare at the slightly older women, her gray eyes even more piercing than normal, "none of us really like to be thought of as unstable. We're doing our best, okay? Okay," Annabeth answered her own question. "Great. We're all friends again."

Both Leo and Iris backed off, deferring to Annabeth's logic like the intelligent people they were.

Suddenly, Nico shadow-travelled back into the room casually leaning against the doorframe leading into the Cortex. "Did I miss something?"

All of Team Flash jumped.

"Seriously, dude, stop doing that!" Cisco exclaimed.

All the demigods, including myself chuckled softly.

Hazel gave Nico a deprecating look. "Nico, how many jumps does that make for today?"

Nico shrugged. "Lost count a while ago."

"You really need to be more careful about that," Jason admonished. "You do realize Will will murder us if we bring you back and you're in the same state you were in after the Giant War, right?"

Nico rolled his eyes. "Yeah. I'm fine. This little boost in power apparently does have some upsides." He turned his head towards "Although, what the Hades is wrong with your earth? There are no McDonalds. How the Hades am I supposed to summon the dead if I can't find a Happy Meal anywhere?"

Iris frowned. "What the hell is a Happy Meal?"

"Ah, yes," HR put in. "We too have McDonalds on Earth-19. I do miss the occasional Happy Meal, but I've found Big Belly Burger to be a suitable substitute. Actually, it's quite a bit better than McDonalds."

"I was wondering though," Piper broke in, "if you could help us out. How did you guys learn to control your powers?"

Cisco and Caitlin exchanged glances before Caitlin asked, "Um, shouldn't you already know? I mean, you guys mastered your powers before they got boosted. What's different now?"

"All demigods are born with their powers," Jason explained. "It takes us a while to master them and conscientiously use them, but they were already in tune with our emotions and desires when we were little kids. The sudden boost means that we're kind of floundering."

"It's like we just got our powers," Frank added. "We figured that since you guys went straight from human to metahuman, you might have some ideas."

"You should probably ask Barry or something," Cisco suggested.

"Why? I thought you and Caitlin had powers too," I checked.

Caitlin blushed. "We do. It's just that...we don't really control them yet."

"Oh."

HR tapped his drumsticks against the metal railing (what was the deal with those anyways?). "Well. I'm gonna go make some coffee." He ran off to some secluded area of STAR Labs.

"It is literally the middle of the day," Leo said in wonder. "Why does he need coffee?"

"Does this happen often?" Piper asked.

Team Flash just nodded wearily.

"About five to seven times a day," Caitlin said.

"All I know is I won't be drinking any," I said. "Have you ever seen me on caffeine?" I shuddered. "Scary."