Chapter Seven: Fellow Demigods in Distress

A/N: Yeah it's been a while but with my freshman year at high school and all the AP classes, it's been tough. Plus I don't have a computer at home. Anyway enjoy and review.

Sam's POV

As we walked, no ran, to the parking lot, we had to dodge falling wood and bricks. I followed Carly's bright pink T-shirt since thick black smoke was covering everything else. Freddie, the lucky bastard, was hovering above the smoke, looking for Spencer's motorcycle.

"I found it!" he shouted overhead. We couldn't see him, so we followed the sound of his voice.

"Where are you, Fredalyn!" I shouted. He ignored me. I smiled. We finally found him as the smoke cleared up a bit.

"Spencer, how are four people going to fit on a motorcycle meant for two people?" Carly asked.

"You guys are all fairly skinny," he replied. Carly frowned.

"What do you mean, fairly? Are you trying to say that I'm pudgy?" Carly asked. Spencer rolled his eyes.

"No, just get on." We were squished, but we managed to fit. Spencer drove off, his lights clearing away the smoke.

"We have to find my mom," Freddie said. He was right behind me and I'm not gonna lie I was glad he was there.

"Where's the local car dealership?" Carly asked. She was right in front of me and behind Spencer.

"I don't know, I'm sure we'll find it though," Spencer replied. We drove in silence for a few minutes. Freddie was breathing heavily. Carly was deep in thought. Finally, she said, "Spence, how come you never told me about my hair clip?" She was referring to the one that had saved both mine and Freddie's ass.

"You found out about it, huh?" Spencer said.

"Yeah, but I don't know how. I just let my instincts guide me and next thing I know, I'm pulling my hair clip out of my hair," Carly said.

"Yeah, that thing was so cool," Freddie said. Spencer chuckled.

"Dad wanted you to find out about it on your own. It's a gift from your mother," Spencer said.

"Finally! I was actually a little jealous that Sam and Freddie had gotten gifts and not me," Carly said.

"But Carls, you've had that since you were little, remember? You've had your gift longer than me or Freddie," I said.

"Well yeah, but I had no idea it was, you know, magical," Carly replied.

"It shoots invisible arrows and it seems to never run out. That's better than my lame nail clipper sword," I said, rolling my eyes. We passed a sign that's said, 'You are now leaving Idaho. Come again.' We were heading towards Wyoming.

"Yeah and it totally beats out my flying shoes, even though I do love'em so much." Freddie said.

"Well I'm glad you guys are enjoying your gifts. At Camp Half-blood, you'll need them especially if you're going to be going on quests," Spencer said.

"Quests? What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, sometimes your godly parent or someone at the camp may need help and you go on quests and when you come back, or should I say if you come back, you'll be known as heroes," I gotta admit that scared me a little. If we come back alive? We could actually die on these quests?

"So we can," Freddie gulped, "Die on a quest?"

"Yup, and that's why these gifts are so helpful," Spencer said. I gulped. I hoped Freddie hadn't heard it, because that would ruin my image. Mama wasn't afraid of anything.

"So Spence, where do you think Typhon is now?" Carly asked.

"Well, if he was in Minnesota last night, and the gods are still losing, he would probably be in Illinois right now," Spencer said.

"Where the hell did this Typhon beast come from?" I asked.

"He was imprisoned I Mount St. Helens about…"

"MOUNT ST. HELENS? THAT'S IN WASHINGTON!" Carly exclaimed. Spencer lost control of the motorcycle for a second and we almost hit a bright red van.

"Sorry…" Carly said.

"Mount St. Helens? Didn't our school go on a field trip there last month?" Freddie asked.

"Oh yeah!" I exclaimed, "I tried to push you off, remember?" I turned around and saw the bummed expression on his face. I was smiling.

"Oh my gosh, Typhon was imprisoned there?" Carly asked.

"Yup," Spencer said, "For like hundreds of years." That was a long time.

"How come we didn't notice him or why didn't we hear strange sounds or something?" I asked.

"Well he was sleeping," Spencer replied. Wow imprisoned and sleeping for hundreds of years? That must've been like horrible. I wonder if Ms. Briggs had been the guard or something. I smiled at my own joke.

Suddenly we were in Wyoming. I saw the giant 'Welcome to Wyoming' sign. I was a little worried about my mom, just a little. Where was she?

"Hey Spence, where do you think my mom and Mrs. Benson is?" I asked.

"Probably right behind us. I shot your mom a text when I discovered that the hotel was crawling with monsters." I tried to take a look behind us, but Freddie's humongous head was blocking my view.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing," I replied. I turned back around and faced forward. Spencer stopped at a gas station for gas. We all got off to allow Spencer to put gas in the motorcycle.

"Damn, my laptop! It was in my room at the motel!" Freddie smacked his forehead in frustration. Carly smiled.

"You just realized that now?" Carly asked.

"Yeah," Freddie said.

"You're such a dork!" I said. He mimicked me and I smacked him across the face.

"Aoww!" he yelled in pain.

"Now Sam, was that really necessary?" Carly asked.

"It was to me," I said.

A brand new white Mercedes Benz pulled up. The passenger seat window rolled down.

"Hello," It was my mom.

"Oh my god, this ride is awesome!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah, it's pretty sweet," Freddie said. His face was red where I smacked him.

My mom and Mrs. Benson got out of the car.

"We saw the motel. It's a mess," Mrs. Benson said.

"Yeah, no kidding," I said as I got into the car.

"How much did this cost!" Freddie asked, amazed. Mrs. Benson got out.

"50,000 dollars," Mrs. Benson said. Wow! That was a lot.

"Where'd you get that kind of money?" Freddie asked. Mrs. Benson was grinning.

"From your college fund," she said.

"WHAT! MY COLLEGE FUND! HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO GO TO COLLEGE!" I laughed. It was funny seeing Freddie getting all worked up over a stupid college fund. Still, it was weird. Mrs. Benson had changed. Big time.

Spencer finally finished putting gas in his motorcycle.

"Have you watched the news?" Spencer asked. My mom nodded.

"Just now in the car, Typhon's in Illinois," she said.

"I knew it, let's go," Spencer got on the bike. Freddie, still bummed, got in the back with me.

"I can't believe my mom wasted my college fund," Freddie said, slamming the door. Carly got on Spencer's motorcycle and they left first.

"Calm down dude, it's just college," I said, smiling. He glared at me.

"That's easy for you; you're dropping out of high school."

"No I'm not; I'm just not going to college! Who needs it?"

"I do! I actually want to be somebody when I'm older!"

"Are you saying that I'm not going to be somebody!"

"What do you think, Sam?"

"Blah!"

"Blah!"

I was secretly enjoying this. We argued for several hours until out of nowhere the car stopped.

"Hey, what the hell is going on?" I yelled.

"There's a kid lying in the middle of the road," my mom said. We all got out to check it out. Spencer and Carly had done the same.

"He looks seriously injured," my mom said.

"Oh my god, we should call for help," Carly said.

Spencer went and picked the kid up. "What's your name?" Spencer asked. It took some time, but the kid uttered his name.

"My name is Chris Rodriguez, son of Hermes," he said.

A/N: I'll admit it was a slow chapter, but please review. I promise the next chappy will be full of suspense!