A/N Hello and welcome to the next chapter! Sry about the last chapter, idk how you all felt it content or lengthwise, but publishing that bit did help get through my writers block. Personally, as a reader, I greatly dislike overly short chapters, but I suppose it's content not length. It only took so long for me to post this chap due to crazyness at work. Sry about that. How else is counting down 5 DAYS! :-) Read! Enjoy!

Miette

PS- If anyone knows of some good, angsty/drama romance fics, let me kno! I'm kinda in the mood for one. Maybe a Nico is a manwhore one of TRATIE or something...Thanks!

**DISCLAIMER** Anything and anyone you recognize from the published PJO or HOO books are borrowed with all due respect from Rick Riordan. Anything else is mine**

Bia twisted her wrists, ignoring the scratching of the rough ropes against her skin. No matter how she pulled, it was no use. With an exasperated groan, Bia concluded that it must have been an Eagle Scout or Navy Seal or someone of the like that tied her up. Nothing had happened to her since she'd woken up, yet she felt completely defeated. Bia allowed her chin to drop to her chest, the strands of her hair that had come loose curtaining her face.

It was at that moment that her captor decided it was the time to come into her cell.

"Hello, pulchra."

Bia's head shot up at the sound of the familiar voice. It was much colder than she remembered, but that voice was still one with which she was familiar.

"Andy?" She couldn't look away from the boy standing before her, "you're – you're – you should be-"

"Dead? Yes, you did you're damndest to try and make sure of that, didn't you?" As they spoke, Andy had closed the distance between them. With his last two words, he reached up to caress Bia's pale cheek.

The girl turned her head away sharply, Andy's touch causing her skin to crawl.

With a tsking sound, Andy slid his still upraised hand to grasp the hair at the back of Bia's neck. "You really should be more accommodating to your host," his grip on her hair tightened, drawing a gasp from the girl, "and you're boyfriend."

"You're not…my…boy…friend." Bia tried to ignore the growing pain as Andy's fingers tightened and twisted in her hair with each of her words.

Andy released his grip on Bia with a rough shove, causing her to swing slightly in her bindings, "you should remember, Biatryz, I'm the person who controls the circumstances you find yourself in." He turned toward the door, "I alone can make things more or less comfortable for you." With that, Andy left, shutting the door firmly behind him.

"Killing you wasn't enough of a 'Dear John' for you?" Bia shouted at the now firmly shut door. Angry energy coursed through Bia for a moment before dispersing as quickly as it had come, "Oh gods," the girl whispered quietly to herself, "this is not good." With that simple statement Bia felt herself breaking down as tears of fear, frustration, and anger coursed down her cheeks accompanied by noisy sobs.

"That's Bibi's kissing friend?" Drew asked, his nose scrunched in confusion.

"Shh! He'll hear you!" Kiki lightly shoved her brother's shoulder, a physical reprimand to accompany her words.

"You're louder than Drew!" Mica commented from Drew's other side, her voice only slightly softer than Kiki's.

"Both of you are louder than me! Oh no," Drew muttered even more quietly ducking down.

The three young children had hidden themselves amongst the crates, barrels and various packaged supplies, on the opposite end of the ship from where the older demigods were except for one.

Nico diAngelo had stood, hunched over the rail of the ship, just beyond the wall of boxes the children were peering over, since just after the ship set-off. At this moment however, he was looking around, as though searching for something. He turned toward the children's hiding spot, where they had crouched down even lower when Nico began looking around.

The silence stretched, as the trio hid from Nico's searching eyes. Finally, as the silence stretched into what seemed like ages to the impatient children, they each peeked back over their wall of crates to where Nico had been standing.

"Where did he go?" Mica whispered when the three realized that the older demi god was no longer in front of them.

"I think a better question is 'what are you three doing here?'" The cold, calm voice came from behind the kids, causing them to jump.

"I think he went behind us." Kiki muttered as her brother repeated his previous statement of 'oh no'.

"I asked a question."

"Umm…"

"Well…"

"We…"

The son of Hades watched in silence, hands in his pockets, as the three younger half-bloods looked back and forth between each other and spluttered out the beginnings of answers. Finally, he raised an eyebrow, tired of their lack of answers. This simple action was enough to silence the Mica, Drew, and Kiki.

Mica took a deep breath and glanced at her companions, "we're going to help rescue Bibi." The daughter of Minerva's voice was resolute, her face set.

"You're Mica, aren't you?" He asked the petite girl, she really was a tiny thing, even for eight years old, "Daughter of Minerva." He turned to the twins, "and you two are Drew and Kiki, son and daughter of Apollo."

Kiki mouth made a small o of wonder, "how did you know?"

"Bia told me a lot about you three." He felt awkward with the children; he didn't have a lot of interaction with the younger demi-gods at Camp-Half blood. He'd enjoyed Bia's stories of the kids she took care of at the Scholla and seeing her with the kids at Camp.

"Oh," Kiki replied, dragging the word out and nodding as though that were the most perfectly understandable thing in the world

"Are you going to tell the olds we're here?" Drew asked, his arms crossed tightly against his chest.

"Yes," before the children could react, Nico reached out and grabbed Mica's and Drew's fingers tightly in his left hand and Kiki's wrist in his right.

A/N Thank you for your time! I hope you enjoyed! Questions, comments, opinions, and constructive criticism are more than welcome! As are gratuitous compliments!

Miette