Happy New Year! I've decided to come into 2011 with a chapter. Aren't I nice? Just kidding.

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO, Bookluva98 owns Adonia, and I own Sam and Juilia (To some extent. I mean, if Rick wanted them, I'll give them…for a price. Sam and Juilia are probably insulted. Well isn't that too bad?)

We walked about an extremely long half-mile then sat down, relieved, and I asked some questions.

"Um, okay then. So where do we go Adonia?" I asked curiously. I had no idea where Kyle was or what he looked like, etcetera, etcetera.

"We go to Colorado." She stated as she read from a map.

"Wonderful, it's always cold in Colorado!" I exclaimed sarcastically.

"Yeah, I know." Adonia agreed fervently.

"You two are annoying sometimes." Percy commented.

"Oh shut up! You hot-wire the car, Adonia and I shall figure out a plan." I ordered.

"What car?"

I pointed to the black truck, which was pretty obvious. "That one." I suggested.

"Sam, that's not a good idea." Percy told me, backing away.

"Scaredy-Percy? Come on you people. It's a car."

"Uh-huh. It's Ares' most favorite kind of car." Percy added.

"That don't mean dirt. Hot-wire it before I kick you." I threatened. Percy could be such a chicken, it made me sick.

"Sam, you can't even beat me in a sword fight. How can you be sure that you can beat me in a-" he never finished his sentence because right then I punched him in the gut.

"That's how." I told him and smirked.

Percy was on the ground sort of gasping for breath. He was saying something, but I wasn't really sure what he was saying but it sounded like a spell so I grabbed my Aphrodite charm from my bracelet.

I said something incomprehensible as well, so I probably shouldn't spell it, should I?

A thin layer of something white surrounded me.

"What is that, Sam?" Adonia asked. Unfortunately, I didn't know either.

"No idea. Percy, for the last time: hot-wire the car."

"Alright…" He muttered.

"Thank you." I said graciously as he got off the ground.

Of course, right then was when Ares decided to come out of hiding. I was kind of expecting it. After all, he can't resist a fight…right?

"Hello Ares." I greeted him. I was a teensy bit afraid. Ok, I was a lot afraid.

He laughed. "Samantha Serquet? I don't think I believe you. The old man must have been exaggerating."

That got me worked up, if nothing else did, but I held my tongue.

"Ares, we need to borrow a car. May we use yours?" I asked politely. I wasn't sure if he knew diplomacy or not, so I took the chance.

"Sure, why not? It needs to be back in one piece, for reasons of your health, you understand." He said and glared at all of us.

I had a pretty good idea when he said 'For reasons of your health.'

"We will, sir." I promised him.

"Right. And Percy Jackson, you are a very lucky person."

"Perhaps, perhaps not." He replied coolly, his fingers were tightening into fists.

Ares decided to leave which was a good thing because I felt a fight brewing between the two. Fortunately, Ares also decided to leave keys too, so no hot-wiring.

"Percy, I'll leave you the job of driving." I offered graciously. I would have driven, but I wasn't allowed for another three years, so I let him.

He laughed. "Is it because I have the license?" He asked, but I don't think he wanted an answer, but it didn't matter because I didn't give him one.

He turned the keys and we sped off.

Yeah, short chapter, I know. This one is a filler. The good stuff comes after this one. Reason: I need to think of evil little things to encounter on the way. Reason: I need to think about Mr. Kyle/Luke. I could use your help. If you have an idea, PLEASE tell me. Thank you and don't forget…REVIEW. I still accept those. *Takes a bow then leaves stage*