AN: This is Alex's POV. Remember five more reviews until the next chapter.

When I had seen Jon flying away on the Pegasus I had been confused, but now I was pissed. He wanted to go and play hero because he thought that I was a dainty little girl that should be taken care of. I, angrily, ripped his note to shreds and threw them into the wind.

"Alex, go get Jon, we need to leave now," Thalia ordered.

"Thalia, Jon left," I replied quietly.

"What?!" she asked.

"He decided to go and play hero because he thought we were lily-footed princesses that weren't meant to be on their own," I explained, bitterly.

"That little- Urgh!" Thalia exclaimed.

"You're telling me," I agreed.

"We need to follow him," Thalia decided.

"No freaking duh!" I exclaimed, "But we should leave our stuff here so we can travel faster."

"We're getting on a plane," Thalia explained, to my surprise.

"What?!" I asked, confused.

"One of my friends made a plane and he flies around in it a lot. He lives in the Orlando area and I already had this set up," she replied.

"Who is this?" I inquired.

"Beckendorf," she answered and walked back out to the front.

We got into the car, again, and I was subjected to the erratic driving of Thalia. She drove on sidewalks, sideswiped cars, and ran red lights. My knuckles turned white from clinging to the armrests and I felt sick. We arrived at the back of the airport.

"What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost," Thalia observed.

"No, no, it's just that you suck at driving," I replied.

"What?!" she exclaimed, "I-

"Anyway," I began before she could shout at me, "Why are we at the back of the airport."

"So we can avoid all that security crap and just get Beckendorf to take off," she explained, cutting a whole in the fence.

"Where is he?" I asked.

"He's over there, we're going to be running into the plane as he begins takeoff because we're going to be chased," Thalia replied.

We ducked under the fence and Thalia looked for the plane. She saw and she began to sprint at it. I followed her and the plane revved up, moving along the tarmac. We cut over some grass and I looked back to see little airplane cars chasing after us. We caught up to the plane and Beckendorf slowed down slightly and we jumped in.

"Thanks, Beckendorf," Thalia gasped, as she heaved the door close.

"No problem," he replied, gruffly.

We took off into the sky and we settled into our seats behind him. When I looked over at Thalia she was turning white and she was pushing back against the seat.

"Thalia, are you okay?" I asked, worriedly.

"Yeah," she began, her voice hoarse, "why wouldn't I be?"

"You're afraid of heights, aren't you?" I inquired, as the thought hit me.

"No, of course not," she insisted and I left her alone.

Beckendorf, calmly, flew through the air, like he did it everyday. He seemed to be in his element.

"How do you and Thalia know each other?" I asked.

"Camp," he answered, gruffly.

"Camp Half-Blood?" I pushed.

"Yeah, I'm the son of Hephaestus," he explained.

"Cool, I'm the daughter of Hermes," I replied.

"I know that," he laughed, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, "Everyone does. You're like Annabeth, except Jon needs you more than Percy needed Annabeth."

"I'm famous?" The last word seemed to hang in the air.

"Yeah, what do you think is on Hephaestus TV? The Adventures of Hercules?" he asked.

"I'm on TV?" This was getting to be too much.

"Yeah-" he began, but something stopped him. He leaned forward as if looking at something.

I looked to where he was looking and I saw a person on a Pegasus. His black hair seemed to be familiar and then it hit me. It was Jon! I ran to open the door, but Thalia caught me.

"Are you seriously going to open the door when we're twenty thousand feet in the air?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied, firmly breaking out of her grasp.

"Alex, don't do it," Beckendorf warned, "if you open the door the plane won't be able to stay aloft. Hit the button in the back. It creates a rainbow and you can Iris Message him."

I went to the back and I hit a big red button. Water squirted out in a fine mist and a rainbow was formed. I fished a drachma out of my pocket and I threw it into the rainbow.

"Jon Kentner, twenty thousand feet in the air, Florida," I declared and an image of Jon appeared. His hair was being whipped back by the wind, his eyes were squinted, and he was low down on the Pegasus.

"Alex?" he asked, confused.

"Yeah, it's me," I began, "Jon, we need to join forces. You will die if we don't help you and the whole quest would have been for nothing. You can't make the decision for me if I want to complete the quest. I know what could happen to me and so does Thalia."

His eyes took on a soft look to them. He seemed to be struggling with some words.

"But I just couldn't take it if you died," he whispered, "I wouldn't be me."

"I won't die," I replied, "not if we work together. Meet up with me at the Miami airport and we'll go defeat him together."

"Okay, and Alex, I-- you," he said, but some of the words got taken away by the wind.

"What? What did you say Jon?" I exclaimed, but the message disappeared.

"Well, what did he say?" Thalia demanded, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"He will meet back up with us at the Miami airport," I explained.

"Good, now I can knock some sense into that boy," Thalia muttered, "leave us so he can go play "hero." Little prick, I'm not some princess to be taken care of."

I left Thalia to her mutterings trying to figure out what Jon said. It sounded like he said the l-word, but I can never tell. Unless he tells me at the airport, I might never know.

AN: Did he say he loves her, or not? Five more reviews to find out!