As quickly as I had disappeared from Percy and Co, I reappeared instantaneously on Mount Olympus. Well, more specifically, I appeared inside my chambers, just in front of the closed door. Well, it was more like a guest room, since I only ever stayed overnight in here when there was a situation important (or bad) enough that required a meeting between all the gods. Otherwise, I prefer staying underwater, where there's no threat of having a room that's dangling from the top of the Empire State Building (600 feet. You expect me to sleep comfortable knowing that the peak of a mountain is all that's supporting us from a fall of the height?).

It was actually quite a nice room. The walls were studded with coral (real, of course), and the floor was covered by a layer of sand littered with seashells. And naturally, all the furniture: a simple bed, a chair, a desk, and a TV (Hey. This is the twenty first century. And T.V. is a nice distraction from all our paperwork) was constructed out of gray sea rock.

Still.

Anyway, I immediately rushed over to the desk and flung open a drawer. It should be here…I'm sure that the last time I used it, I put it in here afterwards…..

Finally, I found it: A cell phone. Just the thing I needed to get in contact with a certain god. The catch? It was my first time touching it in five years. You could tell too.

The whole phone was coated with an inch thick layer of dust. There were cracks running across its surface; one so deep I could see the mechanisms underneath. As Hephaestus would have said, it was now "Crap scrap". Worst of all, the phone itself was way out of date. Not to mention that it's batteries were dead. Typical.

Basically, it didn't look as if it could survive one more call. I was back where I had started. I sighed, and vaporized the now useless cell phone. Great. Now how was I supposed to communicate with this god? He's not exactly the easiest person to get a hold of.

"Poseidon?" A curios voice over my shoulder inquired.

I could have jumped another 600 stories higher from the shock, with my heart whamming against my ribs from hearing a voice come out of nowhere. Plus, that the person I needed, and previously had no way to contact, was right before me had something to do with the surprise as well.

"Hermes? What in the gods name are you doing here?"

The God of Thieves smiled in return to my bewildered face.

"Why so surprised, Brother? I'm simply here to deliver mail to you." His smile grew more amused. "Apparently it's a postcard from Grover…." He started cracking up now, with failed attempts to hide it. "Of-of you carrying a-…." He was laughing full out now, being the terrible person he was. "…an ice-cooler!!"

"If you're quite done, Hermes." I said coldly. Inwardly, I was thinking of the best way to get Grover back. Then again, having to carry a large two kilogram icebox for another few miles was probably punishment enough.

"Yes, yes, sorry." Hermes chuckled. "Only the look on your face in the picture….Which reminds me." The merriment on his face slipped off to be replaced by mock sternness.

"Update your phone every once in a while, would you?" he said, tone completely different now. "Hephaestus would die of horror if he realized you were still using a-" He cast me a withering look. "- a Nokia"

Defensively, I said, "Well, cell phones completely ruin the point of having you, the God of Messengers, around, doesn't it? We'd all be texting each other instead of calling to you."

"As if I'm not busy enough as it is." He shook a carefree hand. "Anyway," he said. "What was it you needed me for?"

"Ah, yes, that." I was immediately reminded of why I had even been looking for my cell phone. "Instead of giving your usual little cryptic comments, please just answer me bluntly and honestly. I'm serious."

Looking a bit taken aback at my question, Hermes shrugged. "Fire away"

I took a deep breath. Much as this guy was annoying, much as he teased me, I needed his help. He was the key figure to this crazy plan of mine, and it was necessary to have him on my side.

"Would you be interested in having Zeus…follow a certain law?"
Hermes narrowed his eyes. "Explain."

"Well," I started. "You know this mortal law that these humans are always upholding? This Constitution thing that talks about their rights and freedom"

"The Bill of Rights."

"Uh, yes, that one. I've been thinking-"

"No way." Hermes injected. "You want Zeus to follow those rules?" He started laughing. "Poseidon, I'm afraid staying underwater all this time might have clogged up your brain with too much seaweed. Seaweed Brain" he added, with a snide look. Grrr. Curse Annabeth.

I calmed (or at least attempted to) myself with a breath. Right now, my choices were,

1. Punch Hermes in the gut, get punished later, and forever ruin my idea..

2. Sacrifice a bit of my sanity and patience and get my point across to this idiot, and maybe get some results.

You have no idea how tempting the first choice was. Really. But then I'd be accused of having plankton stuck in my brain, as well as seaweed. So I plowed through.

"Look, why not?" I argued. "If it was for a limited time, we gods might actually have a say in what Zeus dictates, and-"

Again, Hermes interrupted what was going to be my powerful and moving speech. You know, like the ones you hear and read about in movies and books.

"Do you even know what the Bill of Rights is?"

"Uhhh.." Damn. I couldn't very well say no. How stupid would I sound?

"There are these twelve rules, right? And the first is…."

Hermes stared at me with amused eyes.

"Ten, Brother," he corrected with unnecessary relish. "The Bill of Rights is made up of ten rules. The first one," He recited "is that Congress, or the law," he amended, seeing my bewildered face. "may not take away the people's freedom of speech, press, or the media. Now," he continued forcefully. "Imagine that. I could call their current president, Obama, a jerk without getting my head cut off, whether I'm a god or a beggar. Now think of what would happen if I went up to Zeus and told him that he was a first class idiot, and that he was so stiff I could ram a stick up his-"

"Right. I get your point." I said quickly, cutting him off mid-sentence. "He would blast your head open"

Hermes pursed his lips thoughtfully. "Well, maybe not that far. But at the very least, he would give me an extra hundred pounds of work for me to do. And that's best case scenario. In other words, miraculously lucky"

"Fine then," I retorted indignantly. "Be sneaky. Do it in a way so that he's agreed to do it without actually knowing he has?"

"And how, brother, do you suggest we go about doing that?"

Hmm. That was a problem.

"Don't you have any idea, Hermes? At all? You're the only god I trust and know can help me the most. You are the god of thieves, and trickery."

I decided to go with the helpless/admirationapproach. Meaning that outwardly, I was all wide eyed reverence. Inside? Ugh. Someone owed me big time.

However, Hermes seemed to have thawed a bit by my phony praises (Alright, so I really do need him. But only a little bit of that jerk's help.). He cocked his head, eyes misting over, deep in thought now.

"Well," he said. "There could be a way…"

Ha. Gullible fool. Unfortunately, seeing as I was still tripping over myself looking pathetic, I wasn't that better off.

Suddenly, the dreamy look vanished from Hermes face. His trademark smile, full of mischief and fun, had replaced it.

"It's a long shot," he wondered aloud. "But with the right people on our side, this could actually… Oh shoot."

"What? What is it?" I asked worriedly. You would be too, if the brain of this plan seemed to have met an unbreakable wall, judging from his face. I braced myself to hear that this idea (credits to me) was no good at all.

Instead, the god that was shortly going to be responsible for all our troubles flashed me a sideways glance.

"We are going to need a LOT of godly help."

"Meaning…?"

"How good are you at asking favors from them?"

Ah, poor Poseidon. Basically, the two gods now face the impossible task of winning all the gods to their side….THE DARK SIDE! The gamble being, if one god refuses and word leaks to Zeus, these two characters are in DEEP trouble. As for why they need all this godly help? Hehe, will be revealed alter :)

Also, for the people who actually read and like my story (Thank you to those who did), I'm going to this camp thing in America for about 6 weeks, so no update.  Soorry!!!!!