Percy stared out the window of the beat-up school bus, bored out of his mind. Annabeth had fallen asleep an hour ago, leaving him to sixty minutes of keeping her from falling off the seat, and being extremely jealous of her ability to pass out at will.

She had been trying to read some sort of book when she went unconscious, so Percy was constantly having to rescue that, too. He was absolutely convinced that the bloodthirsty sater had no idea how to drive a bicycle, much less a full-length bus crowded with caffeinated ADHD demigods with nothing to do for hours on end.

That morning had been an organized version of chaos, and it had taken Chiron three hours to finally get everyone accounted for and on the road, a new record.

The entire operation was almost insane, with all the new campers, the Hephaestus and Athena cabins had to devote most of their time yesterday to mess with the bus engines, giving them different boosts of power, to make the trip as short as possible. Percy had barely seen his girlfriend in the past two days, and instead of talking, she had just collapsed next to him.

He was used to it though, it was one the problems of dating an Athena girl. So he got a lot of time of watching her sleep, which was nice, as her face seemed to melt off all worry and stress.

He tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. She had started to get thrown around in her sleep because of the crazy steering of Coach Hedge, who Percy was just lucky enough to get as a driver. He had worked out a system of alternately bracing his knees against the back of the seat in front of him, and holding Annabeth like a human seatbelt. At least it was something to do.

Percy was thankful for the ridges surrounding each seat, that way he wouldn't have to go chase their duffel bags down the aisles. The Morpheus kids had it easy, they had brought enough pillows and sleeping bags so that they could turn into feathery sleep-slugs.

He glanced over at the rest of the Athena and Hephaestus kids, who had the same issue. Except many of their bench buddies had not been as nearly as considerate as Percy had been with Annabeth. Two guys had just given up, and had blacked out halfway in the aisle, not caring that their stray limbs were being tied together by a few Hermes girls, who appeared to be in an alliance with Travis and Conner for the moment.

Percy sighed, wondering who's idea it was to trap the Hermes Cabin with only other cabins who were guaranteed to be sleeping for the majority of the trip.
There was a total of five buses, and three other Strawberry Vans being used to carry additional equipment. All of the vehicles had been messed with, not to only shave down time, but to avoid attracting monsters. There were so many half-bloods, that the buses probably left such a strong trail that not even Smelly Gabe could cover up.

That hadn't stopped them from attempting it though. The result had been to "borrow" some mortal school buses and adapt them to long-range ability.

A bathroom was installed, which as far as Percy could tell, was still the Stolls territory. However Malcolm Reynolds and RiverTam had teamed up, and looked like they were going to try and storm it. Percy was pretty sure that Travis and Connor were going to lose their toilets pretty quickly.

A few other upgrades were put in, such as another pair of wheels and A/C, which everyone was grateful for. Unfortunately for a while, a particularly powerful alliance had been made, causing the creation of control over the heating and air conditioning. After some overheating blackmail, Coach Hedge had finally drawn the line.

"It's okay to kill one another once in a while, but having a good war is different from giving someone HEAT STROKE. NOW QUIT MESSING WITH THE SETTINGS, CUPCAKES." Towards the end of his speech, Coach Hedge had pulled out his megaphone, which was completely unnecessary, as he was already on an overhead speaker.

But other than declaring the A/C settings off-limits, the only adult supervisor had encouraged the weapons-trained kids to continue to murder each other. How entertaining.

Leo was one of the few people who was not really affected by the attacks. He hadn't been affected by the bus-sauna corruption, and strangely, neither had Argo.

Percy didn't dwell on this too much, as he face-planted the seat in front of him, not anticipating the buses swerve.

He tightened himself against Annabeth, praying she would stay asleep.

She didn't.

Leo snorted over the ridge of his screen across the aisle, glad he wasn't Percy. Annabeth had woken up not knowing where she was, and had almost skewered Him. She was now listening attentively, as her boyfriend tried explaining why they were both lying on the floor.

Leo went back to his game, his back pressing on the window, sideways on the seat. He and Argo had piled their bags so high that whenever the bus jerked, the impact was absorbed by the clothes.

It saved them from head-slamming the people in front, unlike Percy, who's entire left side of his face was turning bright red.

Leo had his back against the shell of the bus, and Argo was leaning on his knees, intensely focused on her screen.

"Stop letting me win!"

He had brought some hand-held gaming devices -or HDG's- which he had played with, making some minor modifications, personalizing them to his content.

Argo was still not used to the controls, and had lost to Leo thirty or so times in the last ten minutes, so he had decided to help her a little. Only she had started to catch on.

She had just limped across the line in a Lotus, when he had whizzed through in a VW Bug a few seconds later.

"Seriously! How am I supposed to get better if you keep throwing it?"

She pushed on his legs with her back, then leaned her head backwards so she was looking at him upside-down, her hair tumbling into his lap.

Leo blinked innocently.

"I don't know what you're talking about. It's not my fault you keep beating me, I liked being in first place."

He slid backwards a little, subconsciously. He stuck out his bottom lip, running a hand over his hair, eyes upward at the ceiling.

"You could let me win a couple of times you know, just to be fair.."

He glanced at Argo.

She was smirking. She stuck her tongue out.

"Oh, it's so on Valdez."

He shrugged as she turned back around, not bothering to pay attention to his screen, or what buttons he was pushing, a huge mistake. When his eyes focused back, Argo had done three laps, and was doing a few victory donuts around his car, effortlessly.

"How in Hades did you do that? You've been holding out on me, sister." He blasted into top gear, but was easily overtaken by Argo, who now was showing off, drifting casually through the entire map.

She flicked some hair over her shoulder, "Magic."

Leo was now fighting for his life, barely remembering to shift gears.

"How would you like it if I 'magically' beat you to a pulp?" She breezed around him.

"I would enjoy watching you try."

The next few races were long and full of trash talk flying from Argo to Leo, both nowhere near letting the other win anymore.

Another Chapter! :) sorry for the slow updating...

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