A/N (I recommend reading this): I'm going to MAKE THIS CLEAR. Just like I mention on my bio page about every other fanfiction I done: I DON'T OWN THE PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIAN SERIES or AND THE KANE CHRONICLES OR IT'S CHARACTERS as the rights goes to Rick Riordan. Also I suggest you guys start paying attention to the Author notes and my warnings that I left on EVERY chapter of EVERY story.

Sorry if this chapter is too much like the book.

This is a The Tales of version of the Percy Jackson and Kane Chronicles crossover and takes place after 'The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus part of the series. So if you haven't read them yet read before reading this story as stuff that happened in them will be mentioned:

The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: the Early Adventures
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Lightning Thief
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Sea of Monsters
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Titan's Curse
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Magical Labyrinth
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: the Stolen Chariot
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: the Sword of Hades
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: the Bronze Dragon
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Last Olympian
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: the Staff of Hermes
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Lost Hero
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Quest for Buford
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Son of Neptune
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Mark of Athena
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The House of Hades
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Blood of Olympus
The Tales of Magicians and Demigods: The Son of Sobek
The Tales of Magicians and Demigods: The Staff of Serapis
The Tales of Magicians and Demigods: The Crown of Ptolemy
The Tales of Trials of Apollo: The Hidden Oracle

Also if you haven't got the chance feel free to read:

The Tales of Classical Mythology

A crossover with The Tales of series with my dictionary on Greek/Roman Mythology where The Tales of Percy Jackson tells his version of stories behind famous names in Greek and Roman Mythology.

And if you are a fan of Stephen King:

The Tales of the Heroes of the Stand

Which is basically a crossover of The Tales of series with one of Stephen King's best novels The Stand.

Lastly, any one who wants to do a Demigods and Olympian reads story using 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon' is allowed as long as you inform me about it.

Leo and I Share A Room Together

After bear traps and pressure-activated explosives, I didn't think the afternoon could get any course, it did.

Once we told Emmie and Josephine what had happened with Britomartis, our hosts sank into despair. They didn't seem reassured that the griffin quest might lead to Georgina's rescue, or that their little girl would remain alive until the spectacular killfest the emperor had planned in three days.

Emmie and Jo were so resentful-not just of Britomartis but also of us-that they assigned us more chores. Oh, sure, they claimed that all guests had to help out. The Waystation was a communal living space, not a hotel, blah, blah, blah.

I knew better. There was no way scrubbing toilets in the Waystation's twenty-six known bathrooms was anything but a punishment.

At least I didn't have to change the hay in the griffins' loft. By the time Leo was done with that, he looked like the victim of mugging by scarecrow. As for Calypso, she got to plant mung beans all afternoon with Emmie. Obviously my sister's influence in blaming men for things still ingrained into Emmie and Jo. So not fair.

By dinnertime, I was starving. I hoped for another fresh meal, preferably one prepared for me, but Josephine waved listlessly toward the kitchen. "I think there's some leftover tofu enchiladas in the fridge. Agamethus will show you to your rooms."

She and Emmie left us to fend for ourselves.

The glowing orange ghost escorted Calypso to her room first. Agamethus let it be known, via the Magic 8 Ball and lots of gesticulation, that girls and boys always slept in entirely different wings.

I found this ridiculous, but like so many things about my sister and her Hunters, it was beyond logic.

Calypso didn't complain. Before leaving,she turned to us hesitantly and said, "See you in the morning," as if this was a huge concession. As if by talking to Leo and me at all, she was going above and beyond the courtesy we deserved. Honestly, I didn't see how anyone could act so haughty after an afternoon of planting legumes.

A few minutes later, armed with leftovers from the fridge, Leo and I followed Agamethus to our guest room.

That's right. We had to share, which I took as another sign of our hosts' displeasure.

Before leaving us, Agamethus tossed me his Magic 8 Ball.

I frowned. "I didn't ask you a question."

He pointed emphatically at the magic orb.

I turned it over and read APOLLO MUST BRING HER HOME.

I wish the ghost had a face so I might interpret it. "You already told me that."

I tossed te ball back at him, hoping for further explanation. Agamethus hovered expectantly, as if waiting for me to realize something. Then, shoulders slumped, he turned and floated away. I didn't need a face to know that usually means disappointment.

I was in no mood for reheated tofu enchiladas. I gave mine to Leo, who sat cross-legged on his bed and inhaled his food. He still wore Georgina;s coveralls with a light frosting of hay. He seemed to have decided that being able to fit in a seven-year-old girl's work clothes was a mark of honor.

I lay back on by bed. I stared at the arched brickwork on the ceiling, wondering if and when it would collapsed on my head. "I miss my cot at Camp Half-Blood.

"This place isn't so bad," Leo said. "When I was between foster homes, I slept under the Main Street Bridge in Houston for like a month."

I glanced over. He did look quite comfortable in his nest of hay and blankets.

"You will change clothes before turning in?" I asked.

He shrugged. "I'll shower in the morning. If I get itchy in the middle of the night, I'll just burst into flames."

"I'm not in a mood for joking. Not after Britomartis."

"Who's joking? Don't worry. I'm sure Jo has this place rigged with fire suppression equipment."

The thought of waking up burning and covered in extinguishable foam did not appeal to me, but it would be about par for the course.

Leo tapped his fork against his plate. "These tofu enchiladas are sabrosas. Gotta get the recipe from Josephine. My homegirl Piper would love them."

"How can you be so calm?" I demanded. "I am going on a dangerous quest tomorrow with your girlfriend!"

Normally, telling a mortal man that I was going somewhere with his girlfriend would've been enough to break his heart.

Leo concentrated on his tofu. "You guys will do fine. Calypso still has her magic. And even without that, you watch. Calypso will still save your sorry butt tomorrow."

I didn't like that idea. I didn't want my sorry butt dependant on a former sorceress given her recent mood.

"And if she's still angry in the morning?" I asked. "What's going on between you two?"

Leo's fork hovered over his last enchilada. "It just... Six months we were traveling cross country, constant danger, never staying in the same place longer than a night. Then another month and a half getting to Indianapolis."

I considered that. I tried to imagine suffering through four times as many trials as I'd already experienced. "I suppose that would put pressure on a new relationship."

Leo nodded glumly. "Calypso lived on her island for thousands of years, man. She's all about gardening, weaving tapestries, making her surroundings beautiful. Even on our way to the House of Hades, she found away to manage thanks to Hazel and Piper. And I guess Reyna and Nico were able to help her out taking Athena's parthenos to Camp Half-Blood. But I guess I cannot relate like them. It's like..." He shook his head. "I was going to compare our relationship to a machine. She would hate that."

"I don't mind machines."

He set his plate on the nightstand. "An engine is only built to handle so much stress, you know? Run it too fast for too long, it starts to overheat."

This I understood. Even my sun chariot got a bit tetchy when I drove it all day in Maserati form. "You need time for maintenance. You haven't had a chance to find out who you are as a couple without all the danger, and the constant movement probably didn't help."

Leo smiled, though his eyes were devoid of their usual impish gleam. "Yeah. Except danger and constant movement-that's pretty much my life. I don't-I don't know how to fix that. If it's even fixable."

He chewed his last bite and placed the plate on the nightstand. "Enough of that. Better sleep while you can, Sunny. I'm gonna crash."

"Don't call me Sunny," I complained.

But it was too late. When Leo shuts down, he does so with the efficiency of a diesel generator. He flopped down sideways and immediately began to snore.

I was not so lucky. I lay in bed for a long while, counting golden carnivorous sheep in my mind, until I drifted into uneasy sleep.