Happy Holidays everyone! I wish I could say there was nice fluffy snow but there's not. It's all rain and ick and blah here in Ohio.

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DISCLAIMER: I do not own PJO, nor HOO, nor any of the characters. All of those rights and awesome creativeness go to Rick Riordan.

Percy P.O.V.

The drive to the airport has helped make up my mind to where I'm headed. I try not to think about why exactly I'm standing in line, waiting to buy one first-class ticket to the big apple. Usually all of my trips are planned and booked in advance by my agent 'Lady Athens', as I like to call her. I'd be on some private jet, lounging back in a lazy-boy like seat, and drinking blue fizzy pop.

I don't own my own jet, not yet at least; I don't really see the point. But Athena says I need one and how can I argue with her? She's the smartest person I know, maybe the smartest and most logical in the world, is what I tell her, she's a life saver. Actually, Athena was my private teacher while I was being 'home schooled' and we've grown a close friendship. She deserves a much better job than waiting around a phone to take orders.

Yes, she takes care of every important phone call, meeting, tour, performance, dinner and more. Of course I thought this was too much work and stress for one person so I hired Hermes to be her personal assistant. She took his help grudgingly but I could tell she was relieved and appreciative. So I'm telling you, what Athena wants, she gets. She's like a scolding older sister most of the time and she's been there to pull me out of every ditch I fall into. And trust me that that would be a lot of ditches.

However, Rachel and I's little, er, problem was not planned and so no fancy, private plane for me. I had called Athens and told her I needed a flight, and when I was apparently being too vague about why I needed a jet, she scoffed and hung up on me. In the desperation of the moment, I shortly considered firing her. Luckily I came to my senses, I could never do that, she's done so much for me.

It probably seems like I'm running away from my problems; I packed a bag sort of, told Rachel to get lost, basically told her goodbye, and now I've fled to the airport about to board the next possible flight. The truth is, I'm already going to be needed in New York within the next couple of months anyway and so now I'm just arriving a few months early. What, only three months early…? Yeah. I'm running alright.

Sigh. There I go, thinking about the one thing I told myself not to, Rachel. I guess it's just inevitable. I push my shades up the bridge of my nose, paranoid. Fidgeting slightly as I step forward, I watch the short woman in front of me slowly turn and waddle away, pulling a bit of luggage after her. "Welcome to Olympus airlines, what'll it be?" The clerk, a young, petite looking woman with flowing brown hair, asks in a quiet and forced, kind voice. She wears a familiar light green floral shirt that brings out the darker green in her otherwise mud brown eyes.

Of course at the moment she's looking down, tapping the screen in front of her in boredom. Her shoulders are sagged and from what I can see from her lips she's frowning. She emits an aura that says she'd rather be anywhere than here, although she hides it rather well. If this was your first time meeting her, you'd think she wasn't very social, rude even, neither of which good traits for someone who must talk to people on a constant basis at work. But I'd know her anywhere, and this is not how she usually is. The-once you get to know her at least- perky, hyper, overexcited daughter of Demeter, yes my gardener, Katie Gardner. Meter, as I like to call her, had not let her join the 'family business' as a landscaper, deeming her unfit and in need of other experiences, even though they both wished for Katie to be one. Thus being the cause of Katie's drab attitude most of the time.

"The job can't be that bad, can it, Kaitlin?" I ask mockingly, or at least with as much sass as I can muster, smirking. It results in the desired effect. Her head snaps up, her pretty eyes widening in shocked recognition, and she smiles.

"Cy-Cy!" She exclaims, practically throwing herself over the counter to bring me close for a hug. I roll my eyes slightly both at the nickname and her excitement. The nickname is just a thing used for situations such as the like. Instead of me making myself known to Katie and her shouting my actual name (though she's rarely ever loud, only when she's super excited), attracting fan-girling crowds- she just uses the stupid nickname. Still, her dramatic show of affection for me earns quite a few stares.

"Yeah, yeah," I sigh, patting her shoulder as she leans back. "Good to see you too. But seriously, how's the job doing you?" I ask, pulling my wallet from my pocket.

She sighs lowly as she glances at the medium length line behind me then to her screen. Right before she opens her mouth, I think, Uh-Oh. "I hate it. I'm not supposed to be here, to be doing this kind of stuff, Cy! I'm supposed to be out in the country. Plowing fields, getting sweaty, to feel the sweet burn of physical labor in my body, dirt under my nails, manure in the air! Not all this- Technology! I was not born for this, ugh!" She slaps the screen for emphasis.

I feel my lips twitch and my brow raise. This is one thing I love most about people, their ability to be passionate about something they love, and it's rare to here it from the usual shy girl in front of me. But hearing it from Katie, it can be so damn funny, especially with her southern twang of an accent. I pinch my lips together to hold back my laughter.

Suddenly her ranting mood is over and she's leaning forward, searching my face as she grabs my hand that had been resting on the counter. "Are you okay, Percy?" I wince at the softness and knowledge of vulnerability in her gaze. "Yeah, fine." I lie.

I'd been so lost in our familiar bantering that thoughts of Rachel had been cast out- well not out, to the very back of my mind at least, still there, but hidden slightly. I meet Katie's eyes with my own and I see by her expression that she's called my bluff; she had been expecting nothing other than lies to spring from my lips. She looks sad and a bit furious.

"It's true then, isn't it?" She asks. "All of it! On TV?! Did she really reject your proposal? I saw that ring box that she was holding; they blew the image up on the screen. What's wrong with your face? She hit you! Are you alright, Cy? This is why you're flying somewhere. Oh, I'm sorry. Do you want to talk about it? She's a total bi-er… Wait, did you break up with her? Is that why she was was crying? I'm so confused! Every gossip spot is saying something different and, obviously, it's a tad bit difficult to decipher the truth. So what is the truth?" She cocks her head to the side, staring at me intently before she finally continues.

She fires off questions back to back within seconds, changing topics so fast I can barely keep up, and by the time she's stopped to finally take a breath, I'm lost. She might be a good reporter, I think bemusedly, the way she questions me almost makes me want to 'spill'. Emphasis on almost.

Then something she said hits me. "It's on TV already?" I groan, pushing a hand through my wild hair. I look back at her to see her eyes have softened. "Yeah, that's the celeb life, Percy. I thought you knew this!" she sighs.

"Tell you what, just call me when you get to wherever you're going…" She trails off, looking behind me at the growing line there then at one of her glaring co-workers. "Speaking of that, what'll it be?" She squeaks, blushing a furious red as she taps at the screen sheepishly. "Ugh, I swear I'm going to get fired. This will probably result in me getting cited, yet again." She whispers, in a tone that leaves me wondering if she actually even cares.

I chuckle slightly, making a mental promise to myself that I'd hire her for something if she did in fact get fired, maybe a cook. She can do that, right? "Er, one first class, one way ticket to Manhattan New York. On the next possible flight please. No luggage, just this carry on item." I lift my book bag into view. She nods but after a few more taps bites her lip and gives me an apologetic look. "Sorry, Cy. The next departure has no vacancies, in first class at least. You'll have to wait for the midnight flight or down grade your seating. Coach, probably?"

I quickly think about it, wait here for the next five hours just to get a roomier seat or leave right now with some mode of transportation, I shrug my shoulders. "Next possible flight, please, I don't care about the seating." She nods, smiling approvingly for some reason, and taps around a few more times. "Here we are, Sir. One way trip to the JFK airport there in Queens. There's not one actually in Manhattan, Silly, don't you remember? Your card, I.D., passport and autograph."

I roll my eyes but quickly hand over the first three required items. She does a bit more tapping before I'm handed back my stuff, asked to sign a few things, both paper and electrical, and then I'm finally handed my ticket. "Have a nice flight, Percy." I smile, hugging her one last time before I'm walking away.

"Don't forget to call me!" She yells. I laugh. "Don't worry, I'll call!" I answer over my shoulder.

I make it through security without any problems, though I do have to take my glasses off and put them in one of the plastic bins as I step through, which makes me nervous. The guard guy seems to recognize me but he doesn't cause attention as he nods and lets me pass. Yay, I've just been exposed to unnecessary radiation!

I make it through the rough, rushing crowds, to my plane hangar as they call for my flight, and finally into my seat. A flight attendant with happy, excited brown eyes makes her way over to me and asks if I need help putting my bag in the overhead compartment. I let her, but only because I think it would kill her not to have helped me. I don't see any of the other attendants helping anyone else voluntarily and I realize that they're only super nice in first class, and also business, this is coach, she must be a fan.

I get my proof a moment before she turns to leave. "You're Percy Jackson, right?" She whispers, quite horribly if I might add, but no one hears her. I nod and end up signing some type of get well soon card for a relative. She walks away beaming. It's a wonder she didn't ask me why I was sitting back here, she was probably too excited to think about that. Sighing, I lean back in my seat, ignoring the snores from the woman next to me. This flight would be stopping for gas somewhere between California and New York. Seeing as there's a four hour difference between said states, and also including that the time here is now about eight thirty P.M, and in New York about eleven thirty, and the flights might be delayed, I'd probably be getting to New York at three in the morning Eastern time. I can never quite wrap my head around that.

I buckle my seat belt and after a long list of ways we could die and an even shorter list of small ways to try and prevent said death, we're in the sky. I've always hated flying but soon we're at a steady altitude and I'm nodding off as the captain says we can unbuckle our seat belts. Rachel's always picked on me about that. That even though I'm terrified of my plane crashing I can always manage to sleep thousands of feet above the ground.

The last thing I think as my eyes slide closed, is hope for a dreamless rest.

Here's a more filler type of chapter. Sorry for the long wait, I'm really trying to keep my grades together and I just don't have the time for all of the extra stuff I want to do such as update! But don't worry, I'm not giving up on this fic yet, I hope you haven't either. As for the reviews, thanks so much everyone. The main question is about the pairing and in my summary I actually vaguely admit that I have no clue what his love life will bring Percy basically, mwahhaa I'm feeling like Aphrodite. Oh yeah, sorry if this airplane/port scene wasn't realistic, I've never been through the process of getting on a plane so I may have done the scene a little wrong. I mostly used what I know from movies which may not always be right, though I did look up the seating differences and time zone thing. Still I might have messed up the time stuff.

Thanks for all of the follows, and even some favorites! Wow! I'll try to update as soon as I can. In the mean time, you should definitely review and tell me your thoughts below.