Hi guys, thank you so, so much for your encouraging words. I really appreciate them, and I'm so happy that you all seem to be enjoying it. I'm also very, very sorry that it took so long for me to update but school has been a lot more stressful and time consuming then I thought it would be, and I've had to focus on the musical I'm in and it's just been a lot.

I also want to let you know that I might not be able to update for a while again after this. I'll try, I really will, but things also aren't going so great at home, and I feel really cruddy all the time and writing is just not on my list of things to do.

Again, really sorry.

Despite all the change that had occurred to the camp, Dionysus' god awful taste in decoration had remained untouched. Which was sadly relieving to Tony. It was good to see that, despite how much time had passed, some things would stay the same. As Tony walked farther into the Blue House, he looked around in search of others. He could hear voices, and he followed the faint chatter towards the room that had been used to discuss issues with cabin leaders. As he entered the room, he saw that the source of the voices were a bunch of demigods clustered around the ping pong table with Millie the cloud nymph sitting serenely at the head.

Tony -still wearing his shades- stood still in the doorway to examine everyone there. His steps had been quiet, so no one had yet noticed him silently standing in the doorway which left him free to analyze.

The dark haired man didn't recognize many of the kids chattering. Only two did he recognize and seeing them swept him up in a mixture of feelings. Travis Stoll and Clarisse La Rue sat on opposite sides of the table. They hadn't been the closest of friends when Tony had left camp so many years ago and he wasn't surprised to see that that hadn't changed.

Deciding now would be a great time to step in, he cleared his throat rather loudly, not caring what he was interrupting. Naturally, a few people jumped at the sudden noise and all eyes turned to look at the man in the doorway.

Some people recognized him right away as Tony Stark (not many knew of his true identity as Percy Jackson) and it was obvious by the looks on their faces that they were confused as to what a mortal superhero was suddenly doing in the middle of a support group meeting. But Travis and Clarisse recognized him right away and though they didn't exactly smile and jump up to meet him, they did nod their heads to him in silent greeting.

Dipping his head back to them slightly, he plastered a cocky and blinding white smile on his face. "Sorry I'm late." He said as he went to take a seat. There was a few empty chairs around, and he plopped down between two dumbstruck teenagers who were looking at him with varying looks of shock. "Got caught up with a friend. Nice to see you Millie, you're looking well."

Despite having interrupted, the easy going cloud nymph didn't seem too bothered about it and smiled at Tony. "It's good to see you decided to join us."

Tony shrugged and leaned back in his seat, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. "Didn't have much of a choice. Pepper wouldn't take no for an answer." Tony turned to Travis on his left. "Good to see you again," he commented. "You too Clarisse." He said as he turned to the daughter of Ares. He noted how changed they seemed when he really looked at them.

Clarisse looked tired. Her shoulders were stooped and the bags under her eyes indicated that she wasn't getting a lot of sleep. Her hair and eyes were dull, and her rumpled and stained clothes betrayed that she lacked the perseverance to care for herself.

Travis didn't have any bags under his eyes, but he looked like he wanted to go to sleep. His clothes hung off his skinny frame. It looked like he hadn't been eating in a while, and his dull eyes stood out like a drop of blood on a white canvas. His mischievous smile was no where to be seen.

And though Tony didn't know many of the kids around, he noted how they all shared the same tired look, or how they were all too skinny or too unkempt to be considered healthy. His smile felt strained now, looking around at all the sad eyes and taut faces. His own smile faded entirely and he was glad he hadn't taken off his shades. He was sure his eyes would have betrayed him and shown all the guilt he was feeling.

"Right," Millie said as the silence dragged on. She turned to a young girl two seats away from Tony. "April, you were saying?"

April tore her eyes away from Tony, though she didn't seem to want to. Her pale cheeks flushed in embarrassment as she spoke and she ducked her head, thin blond hair covering her face. "I keep seeing them." She confessed to the silent forms around her. "Everywhere I go, they're there. The monsters. And I know they aren't, but whenever something moves or I see a shadow I get scared, and my heart starts racing and I just-" Her voice broke off and the other girl next to her patted her hand comfortingly. April swallowed and continued, fingers curling to grip her jeans. "I've gotten kicked out of school because I attacked a kid when he scared me. My mom doesn't know what to do," April rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. "I just want them to go away."

"Does your mom tell the schools about you when she signs you up?" Millie asked gently. April shook her head. "Start with that. Schools are all too eager to pass kids with Dyslexia and ADHD off as trouble makers, and if you attack someone they'll be happy you proved them right and kick you out. But if you try and let them know what's really going on, that may help some."

April shrugged, obviously not convinced and Tony found himself agreeing with the girls doubt. He'd been kicked out of multiple schools for his Dyslexia and ADHD. He couldn't find it possible that the schools would have mercy on anyone because of a mental illness. Heck, they might not even let her in at all knowing that she had PTSD.

Thinking about that got his mind working. There had to be something he could do.

His mind was drifting and he was no longer paying attention to what was going on around him. He wasn't even paying attention to the time and was surprised when the sudden scraping of chairs on the floor jolted him from his thoughts. He jumped in his seat, startled, and looked around. People were leaving, drifting away and chatting silently to himself. Guilt gripped the genius tightly as he realized he hadn't been paying attention to what was going on. An hour had slipped by and he hadn't heard anything except that one girls story.

That feeling was quickly swept away as he noticed Millie standing by the door, quietly chatting with a teen boy. Tony practically vaulted from his seat when the boy left. He rushed over to Millie and the nymph looked at him in surprise he stood in front of her. Without giving her a moment to talk, he immediately launched into a question that had been burning in his mind. "Has anyone thought of building a school here?" He asked.

The nymph didn't seem surprised by the question at all. "Yes," she said with a sigh. "Chiron mentioned it a few years ago, but we haven't been able to."

"Why?" Tony asked. "Camp Jupiter has a college in New Rome, surely we could have a school here."

Millie shook her head. "It's not as simple as that, and you know it." She said sadly. "How are we going to pay for the materials? Whose going to teach the classes? There's just too much, and we don't- "

Tony didn't give her a chance to finish. "How have you been able to build all the new cabins then?" He asked. He was beginning to get angry; he wanted young demigods to be able to get an education without having to face the horrors of a mortal school like he had had to. And now he was being told that it had already been considered and nothing had been done?

Millie either didn't notice his growing frustration, or didn't care because she sighed again, and continued to explain the situation like she had a million times before. "Because, that's when the gods were funding it. But you know how they are. They stopped a few years ago, and we could barely finish the cabins we had started. And no one wants to ask them for help again."

Tony frowned. "What if I founded it?" He asked without even thinking. When he finally registered the words, he blinked in surprise. How had he not thought of that before? Despite years of having endless wealth at his fingers, he still often thought of his time living in an apartment with smelly Gabe, and how little he had had then. He often forgot just how lucky he had become, and how he had so much must lying around.

"Yeah," He said, beginning to grow excited. "I could fund the building of the school, and the paychecks of teachers. I'm sure there are some demigods out in the mortal world who are teachers. If we find them we could offer them a job at the school, I'm sure they would love it."

His excitement seemed contagious as a big smile had spread across Millie's face. "That would be fantastic!" She exclaimed. "Oh this is perfect Percy, I can't thank you enough!"

Tony was too excited to bother reprimanding Millie about the use of his old name. Instead, he continued speaking excitedly. "I'll have to speak to Chiron, but I think it'll be good."

"Yes of course!" Millie said. "He's this way, come on!" She grabbed his hand and began pulling him out of the room.