May

Rosie had gotten Leo hooked.

After that day in April, the radio had stayed in the Bunker. Whenever Rosie entered the Bunker, she would usually be pleased with the music choice.

Her music taste had rubbed off on Leo.

Rosie could hear Rocketman floating out of the Bunker as she entered, bagel bag in hand.

She relished in the sight of organized chaos: yells over the music, the sounds of saw drills and hammers, campers running around.

"This music is trash, Reiger," TJ complained, grabbing his bagel as he walked past her.

"You're a hater," she said, shaking her head and walking further into the Bunker.

Harley was on a skateboard today, wheeling past holding a screwdriver.

"Wear a helmet!" Rosie reminded him, placing the bagel on his head.

"Rosie!" Jake appeared, wiping sweat off his face.

Rosie made a face, but quickly shot him a smile when they made eye contact.

Jake frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Er, nothing," she said quickly, plastering a smile on her face.

"You made a face."

"No, I didn't," she gritted through teeth, still smiling.

Jake laughed. "I'm pretty sure you did," he said, placing his hands on his lips.

"Okay, guilty. Can you blame me? You're sweaty."

He grinned. "Okay, point taken. Maybe I need a daughter of Poseidon to cool me down."

"You're beyond help."

Jake shrugged, still grinning. "You're a tough critic, Reiger. Come with me."

He grabbed her hand, dragging her towards the Argo II.

Rosie slowed him, wiggling out of his hand's grasp. "Whoa, man, where we going?"

He nodded towards the ship. "Come on. You're going on this quest; you should get to help with the ship."

"I don't think that's a good idea-" she tried to protest.

But Jake dragged her onto the ship anyways; despite the ship being eighty percent complete, she hadn't been on it yet.

"Wait, wait," she told Jake, stopping on the deck. "I want to see what it's like to do the Titanic pose."

He laughed, pulling her down the stairs. "Later, come on."

Jake brought her down to the cabins, pulling her into one of the rooms. "This one is yours." He handed her a paint brush, taking the bag of bagels from her and placing it down. "Do with it what you will."

"Seriously?" She grinned, grabbing a bucket of blue paint. "Am I allowed to do this?"

Jake shrugged. "I won't tell if you don't."

Rosie laughed, placing the paintbrush on the walls of her cabin, painting up and down in even strokes. Jake grabbed another paintbrush, helping her.

"I smell bagels." She heard the faraway voice of Leo. "Where's Rosie? Has anyone seen Rosie? Sometimes responds to Freckles?"

Leo appeared a second later, stopping short in the doorway. "Oh. Hey guys."

"Hey," Rosie said with a nod. "Jake's letting me do damage with a paintbrush."

"Slightly regretting it," Jake muttered under his breath.

Leo smirked. "I see. Can I borrow you for a sec, Freckles?"

Rosie placed her paintbrush down. "Yeah. I'll be back," she said to Jake.

She followed Leo out, grabbing the bagel bag.

Leo led her to the deck of the Argo II, where Rosie propped herself up onto the railing, throwing him his bagel.

"It's really coming along, huh?" Rosie said, looking at the ship around them.

Leo grinned proudly, his cheeks puffed up with bagel. "Yeah. Commander Tool Boy ain't too shabby now, huh?"

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever, Fire Guy," she pulled her own bagel out of the bagel, a chocolate chip bagel.

Leo raised her eyebrows at her. "You never eat your bagel here."

"So?"

"Why are you eating it here?"

"Jason and Piper are doing...couple things."

"Ah. Well, sucks for them, they're gonna miss this!" With a flourish, he produced a scroll and handed it to her. "Open it."

"Oh god, is this going to explode in my face?"

He shook his head. "Just open it!"

She tentatively opened it, and a hologram-sized Leo popped up.

"Testing, testing," said hologram Leo. "Testing, testing, 1 2 3...Holy Hephaestus! It works! Guys, it works!"

The image dissolved, and Rosie looked up at real life-sized Leo, who was beaming.

"It works."

He nodded. "It works."

"Yo, Valdez!" TJ yelled up to them from the Bunker floor. "We got all the rock off."

Leo grimaced. "Great. I'll be down in a sec."

"Rock?" Rosie asked. "What rock?"

Leo sighed. "I wasn't going to tell you guys this but...I think the Argo II had its very own Dirt Face encounter last night."

Rosie's face fell. Ever since the night she had a dream about Percy Jackson, Gaea's voice had been in her head: begging her to do things. Join her. Destroy the ship.

Every night, she had a dream. Usually with Percy in it; sometimes Max. Sometimes even her cyclops half-brother, Tyson, whom she hadn't even met.

She hadn't told any of her friends about this; she didn't want to freak any of them out.

"What...what exactly happened?"

"Came in this morning to find the hull of the ship encased in rock. It was fine; we broke out the jackhammers, but…" he broke off, a frown appearing on his face.

Rosie went silent, as Satellite by the Dave Matthews Band came on.

"Good song," Leo commented softly.

"Yeah," she said. "Good song."

Leo gave her a thoughtful look. He pulled out a stack of post-it notes and a marker out of his toolbelt.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"I kept promising you I would help you with your Spanish."

"Leo-"

"La chica-the girl," he said, pressing the post-it note onto her forehead.

Rosie smiled. "Do another one," she commanded.

He grinned, writing down something. "La vela- the sail." He put the post-it note onto the sail.

Leo pointed to a bar underneath the sail. "This thing is called a-"

"Boom," Rosie said, although she didn't know how she knew that word.

Leo blinked at her. "How did you know that?"

"I have no idea." Maybe being a Poseidon kid made her a secret sailor?

Leo shrugged, grinning as he continued to place post-it notes on the ship.

"You will learn this language, Pecas."

She was getting freaky good at the Mist thing- at least, doing it on herself.

She knew she was in Chiron's office. But, in her mind, she was swimming down into the sea, deeper and deeper. She was at peace, enjoying the weightlessness feeling of being underwater.

"Good, Rosie," Chiron's voice sounded so far away.

She swam deeper. The pressure didn't bother her- she could stay under the water as long as felt like it.

You think you're safe from me, Rosie? There is no place safe from me- not even the sea.

She tried to ignore the voice, continuing to swim further and deeper.

Nowhere is safe.

It happened almost instantaneously.

Her muscles seized up, and she suddenly felt like dead weight. She lost her breathing bubble, feeling as if she were choking. She flailed in the water, gasping for air. Her body became heavier, and no matter how hard she kicked, she wasn't moving towards the surface. The water was fighting against her, preventing her from moving.

She kept flailing. She was going to drown, she knew it.

She felt the panic sink in, as she kept sinking and sinking and sinking-

"Rosie!"

She snapped out of it- one second she was in the sea, the next she was in Chiron's office, Chiron's hand on her shoulders as he shook her.

Rosie was breathing heavily- gasping, really.

"What happened?" He asked, looking worried. "You lost it- you started screaming-"

"I was drowning," she muttered to herself. "I was drowning."

"How, Rosie? You had it under control, what happened?" Chiron asked her.

She couldn't tell him the truth-that would involve telling him about the constant voice in her head, Gaea messing with her.

"I-I don't know. I guess I got distracted."

"I don't understand why it would become drowning, Rosie, you're a child of Poseidon…"

She looked Chiron in the eyes. "I already know that a child of Poseidon can drown."

Chiron went silent.

She thought of Gaea's words: Nowhere is safe.

The door opened, and Annabeth walked in.

"Do you need something, Annabeth?" Chiron asked.

"Gleeson's here."

"What?" Rosie asked. "Hedge is back?" Last she heard, Hedge was in LA with Piper's dad.

Chiron nodded. "I believe he's going to be the chaperone on this quest of yours."

"Really?" Rosie asked, grimacing. "You sure about that?"

"Alright!" She heard Coach from outside. "Now where's this spanking war machine?!"

Chiron winced. "No," he said. "I am not sure."

June

June went by in a frantic haze. The first week brought both Piper and Rosie's birthday, an impromptu birthday party being held in the Bunker, involving a disastrous cake made by Jason and Leo.

The next week, Festus was mounted as their figurehead, and for Rosie, that solidified it. This was their quest; it was happening.

Before she knew it, it was the Solstice- their deadline.

"Does this armor make me look fat?" Rosie asked sarcastically as she, Jason, and Piper walked into the woods.

"Yes," Jason said, not even bothering to turn around to look.

Rosie rolled her eyes at Piper, who gave her a tight smile. Once Hedge came back, Piper seemed more...worried. She sensed her friend was frightened about something. What? She didn't know.

"Don't mind him," she said. "Sparky's on edge."

"Hold up," Rosie said, wondering if she misheard. "Sparky?"

"Piper, remind me to tell you the definition of a secret," Jason said, groaning.

They approached the Bunker, and she could see the top of the ship from where she was standing. Leo was waiting for them there, as were Annabeth and Hedge. They were ready to sail for Camp Jupiter.

"I think that is my all time, favorite-"

You're heading into a dangerous realm.

Rosie stopped in her tracks, breaking off in the middle of her sentence.

"Rosie?" Piper asked, looking confused.

"Guys!" Jason exclaimed, looking down at his feet.

Rosie looked down at her own, her stomach dropping as her feet began to sink.

Suddenly, a loud boom came from the Argo II.

"Seriously?!" That could only be Leo.

The three of them ran onto the ship. A hatch in the deck was open, and they climbed down into it. Leo was underneath an engine, pounding it with a wrench.

Rosie squatted down next to him. "Leo?"

"Stupid-shit-"

"Leo," Jason asked, squatting down. "What's going on?"

"We're not leaving today, that's what's going on!" He grumbled angrily.

"You realize it's the solstice," Piper said to him. "We're supposed to leave today."

"I know that!" Leo kept whacking the engines. "Could be the fizzrockets. Could be the samophlange. Could be Gaea messing with us again. I don't know!"

"How long?" Rosie asked, dreading the answer.

"Two, Maybe three days?"

"We may not have that long," Piper said in a warning tone, shaking her head.

"I know, beauty queen," Leo sighed. "But we're not going anywhere."

"Guys?" Annabeth's voice was overhead.

Leo groaned. "Can someone break it to the scary blonde girl?"

Piper looked at Rosie. "Come on."

Piper and Rosie went back onto the deck, where Annabeth and Hedge were waiting for them.

"What are we waiting for?" Hedge asked, aggravated. "Let's get this battle on the road!"

"Not a battle, Coach," Annabeth reminded him. "Piper, Rosie, what's going on?"

"Something with the engine," Piper explained. "We're not going anywhere."

Annabeth cursed loudly. "Seriously?" She asked.

"Sorry," Piper apologized. "We'll be here another two or three days."

"Leo will fix it," Rosie promised Annabeth.

Annabeth gave Rosie an annoyed look. "He better," she said, walking away, Hedge following her trail.

"She's stressed," Piper said to Rosie. "That's all. She misses Percy."

"Right," Rosie said tightly.

Piper placed a hand on Rosie's arm. "He's going to love you."

Rosie wiggled out of Piper's grasp. "I don't need him to love me," she said. "I don't even need him to like me. All he has to do is tolerate me."

That's all she planned on doing with him.

It was two nights later, and Piper was in Rosie's cabin, staring at the wall silently.

They were told to be ready at any minute's notice, for they were about to head for Camp Jupiter.

"There's someone at camp that Jason knows- a girl named Reyna," Piper brought up quietly. It was the first thing she had said in a few minutes.

"Yeah," Rosie said. "I heard. You're...you're okay?"

Piper shrugged. "It's in his past...I hate feeling like I'm competing with his past, but sometimes...I am."

Rosie placed a hand on Piper's shoulder.

"I'm afraid he's going to get there and suddenly want to be that Jason again," she said.

"He won't," Rosie said confidently.

Piper's charmspeaking had improved over the last six months- it was crazy how good she was at it. But whenever she dwelled too much on Jason and his past...it diminished her. Took away the strength she had.

"Sometimes I can't get the prophecy out of my head," Rosie admitted aloud to her.

Eight half-bloods shall answer the call,

To storm or fire the world must fall.

An oath to keep with a final breath,

And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death.

That wasn't the only thing in her head. She thought of Hera's words: You have a choice, Rosemary: destroy yourself or destroy your friends.

Gaea's words: Two Poseidon children will go on the quest. Only one will come out.

"Yeah," Piper admitted, staring at her dagger with a stormy look. "Me too."

The door opened, and Annabeth appeared.

"It's time," she said to them in a solemn tone.

The two of them followed Annabeth into the woods, where the glorious Argo II was waiting for them. She had to admit- the ship was amazing. It was Leo's masterpiece, the best thing he had created.

Rosie stopped short when she saw Jason, stifling a laugh. He was wearing a toga and a purple cloak over his Camp Half-Blood t-shirt.

"Not a word," he muttered tiredly as he got on board.

Leo appeared, bouncing on his heels excitedly. He was holding a Wii controller in his head. "We good to go?"

"Should be," Annabeth answered. "Where's Coach?"

"Here!" Coach said, hustling over. "Had to get my club."

Annabeth grimaced. "Er, right." She turned to Leo. "Do the scroll now. Let them know we're coming."

"Aye, aye captain!" Leo exclaimed, running off.

Rosie leaned against the railing of the ship, watching everyone scramble around.

Nowhere is safe.

She sighed, running a hand through her brunette waves.

What if they failed? What if she failed? She wasn't Percy, some all-powerful demigod who everyone loved. She was Rosie- goofy, unserious, the girl who occasionally accidentally destroyed everything.

"Hey Guys?" Leo called out. "What's my title? Am I like admiral, or captain, or-"

"Repair boy," Piper answered, rolling her eyes.

She wasn't meant to be on this quest. She couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that she wasn't going to come out of it alive.

"You ready for this?" Jason asked her.

She wasn't. But she had to be.

"Yeah," she said. "I'm ready."

A/N: as of this chapter, this fanfic is complete! i want to take a second to thank anyone who has followed this story, whether it be reading or reviewing or favoriting! it seriously means alot.

i do have plans to continue this story. I will be taking a break, but please keep your eyes peeled for the next part if you are interested in reading it! to leave you, I do have a title for the next part. Here's a few clues, in case you wanted to guess: 1) its another alliteration title (different letter) and is made up of two words: one that has to do with the earth/earthquakes/nature and one word that Jason mentioned in one of the recent chapters. any guesses?

thank you all! see you later!