AN: Hello all! I know it has been a extreamly long time scince my last update, and for that I am sorry. I had a bad case of writers block. It was due to a reveiw asking where the hell I was that helped me get out of my writing slump. I thank all reveiwers for taking the time to read and reveiw my story, you really do make the difference. Another update will follow soon, maybe a few days or a week or so. This chapter is kind of a filler, so I'm sorry its so short. Thanks again.

GreenBeaver

With Wings On His Feet

Apollo walked down the corridor of doors, a tray of food in hand. He knew Lucia had asked him to get Hestia to bring the food, but he wanted to. He didn't know why he felt the need to Lucia wasn't anything special, at least not yet. Suddenly one of the doors to his right flew open and a young boy ran out of it, slamming the door behind him. "Whoa." Apollo said, as the boy almost ran into him.

"Sorry Apollo, didn't see you there." the boy apologised. The boy looked like he was ten years old. He had curly blonde hair that dangled to his shoulders and hazel eyes. His face looked perfect, the kind of face you would expect to see on a cherub. He wore the latest in 21st Century Earth fashion, blue cargo pants and a blue top. On his feet were white trainers, the really expensive kind. Two small white wings protruded from his back, giving him the look of a cupid. But what really made him look different from any Earth boy was the bow in his hand, accompanied by a quiver of arrows on his back. The bow was made out of oak, while half arrows looked like they were made out of pure gold, with dove feathers for fletching. The other half of the arrows looked like they were made from lead, with owl feathers for fletching. The boy looked at the tray of food in Apollo's hands. "Is that food for me?" he asked in an innocent voice, but Apollo wasn't having any of it.

"No, this food is not for you Eros." Apollo replied as if speaking to a very young child, trying to continue on his way but Eros blocked his path.

"If it isn't for me, then who is it for? Do you have a special someone?" Eros asked with a voice filled with mischief. As he was talking, Eros started fiddling with his bow, as if he wanted to use it. Apollo looked alarmed.

"It is for the new physiologist. She is hungry and I thought I would give her some food. She is with Dionysos right now." Apollo knew he wasn't exactly telling the whole truth but he didn't want to give Eros any ideas. Eros could make anyone fall in love, or be totally indifferent to a person, by shooting one of his arrows at them. Apollo had seen the effects first hand and didn't want him using the arrows on Lucia. Sighing dramatically Eros moved out of the way.

"Well then I had better let you get to your lady friend. Don't want to keep her hungry now, do we?" Hurrying past Eros, Apollo rushed to Lucia's office door. He just wanted to get inside, to her before anyone got any ideas. Knocking on the door, Apollo fixed a cheery smile to his face, he wanted to make a good impression.

Lucia heard someone knocking at the door. Standing up, she opened it expecting Hestia to come bustling through with food. But instead, Apollo wandered in, with a tray of toast and spreads in hand.

"I hope I'm not disturbing you, I just brought you some breakfast." Apollo put the tray down on the desk, looking around for Dionysos. Lucia walked to the desk, before attacking the food. Apollo sat down on the couch, watching her eat. She looked up after a few minutes.

"Why are you still here?" she asked with a full mouth.

"Don't you want me to be here?" was the reply.

"I don't really mind, I'm just curious I guess. Aren't you a bit curious too?"

"About what?"

"About the fact that Dionysos isn't here?"

"I am, but I'll let you explain that."

Lucia took a sip from her glass of water before starting to explain.

"I will continue to give short sessions until I know what kind of payment I will get in return for my services." Lucia stated with a stubborn voice. Apollo chuckled, he never knew that Lucia has so fiery.

"I wouldn't have guessed that you were... what do you humans call it...a gold-digger." replied Apollo, earning an annoyed look.

"I would have you know that just because I want to exercise my right to paid work does not mean that I am a gold-digger. Do I look like I'm following old rich guys around?" This fiery onslaught caught Apollo slightly unprepared, leaving a uncomfortable silence that was only filled by the sound of Lucia eating. Hours seemed to pass in silence until after Lucia took the last bight of toast, a heavy fist pounded at the door. Apollo jumped to answer the door, eager for anything to puncture the thick silence. Opening the door, he looked onto the person in-front of him with a look of hate.

"Who is it Apollo?" asked a curious Lucia, moving forward to get a glimpse of their unknown visitor. Like most of the gods she had seen under Mt Olympus, this one took her breath away. A young man stood at the door, his eyes giving Apollo an amused look. This man looked to be but a few years younger than Apollo. Like Apollo he had brown hair but his was long and pulled back into a ponytail. His greenish eyes combined with the rest of his features gave him the look of a young goon, usually seen on collage campuses playing pranks. In his own way, this young man was just as handsome as Apollo, if not more. His shirt and shorts were that of a runner or at least someone who was going to their morning run. He wore unbranded sneakers with the image of a small angels wing on each side of the sneaker. From Lucia's fait knowledge of Greek mythology, this young man was most likely Hermes: god of messages, thieves and diplomacy among the other things he was a god of.

Hermes bowed extravagantly before speaking.

"Dear Apollo, sweet Apollo, beautiful Apollo, I have come far and wide to bring a most important message to a young lady who I believe is in your presence. I have heard that this lady is as beautiful as she is wise and I wish to beat you to the chase yet again." Hermes tone was full of mischief and his eyes danced at seeing Apollo's face turn red.

"Just what do you want Hermes? If you are here to give a message then give a message, just don't stay in my presence too long." Apollo spat from gritted teeth, it seemed he was trying very hard to resist the urge to punch Hermes. At Apollo's words, Hermes face held a mock wounded expression.

"My dear Apollo, are you not my friend? I know I may have done some things in the past to upset you but that was a while ago, surely you do not still hold a grudge?"

As only silence answered his question he continued on. "Anyway, I have a message for the lady. She is to come to Zeus immediately, I will escort her so she won't get lost in our hallowed halls."

"I will take her." answered Apollo, trying to shut the door in Hermes face but he was to slow. Hermes thrust his foot in the door way, blocking the door from being closed.

"Uh, uh, uh." said Hermes shaking his index finger. "I was told to bring this young lady to Zeus and I shall." With that he took a step into the room, avoiding Apollo and took Lucia by the arm. Giving up, Apollo grunted his assent let Hermes pass with a bewildered Lucia is tow. Lucia looked back as Apollo stormed off down the hall in the opposite direction, his anger radiating off him like steam. Suddenly, when Apollo was out of sight, Hermes looked around as if to see if anyone was there and burst into laughter.

AN: That ending was kind of sudden wasn't it...As I said this is a filler chapter, so more chapters will be following soon. Thanks for reading!

GreenBeaver