Argo III -The Next Generation

13 Friendly advice: when dealing with a nerd -forget it

3 hours later we sat outside in the strawberry fields. Tim had just finished watching the PG-13 orientation film that I still felt needed to sort out its attitude problems.

"So. It really is real then. Gods?"

"Yep."

"Monsters?"

"Yep."

"Titans, Giants and evil Roman emperors that come back from the dead and nearly destroy existence as known to mankind?"

"Yep"

"Well. This sure is a bad day."

"Yep."

Tim coughed. I had thought that it was his weakness earlier, but now I could see he was extremely skinny. Like really really skinny. Could've passed as a nerd anytime anywhere.

"So. I still don't know your godly parents?"

Dew went first. "I'm Zeus's son. He's the king of gods – and Hephaestus's father. Basically, your boss's boss. So yeah, I'm kind of like the leader around here, you answer to me, and you get to do my chores, and make me a pizza every morning."

He got 2 swats on either arm. I'll let you guess which two. Hint: Annabel and me stood on his either side.

"Ow. Okay fine. Maybe not the last three. OW – okay none of it! But I am Zeus's son. I was just messing around. He can't be that gullible!"

"Sorry to break it to you, but I might just be. I am a man of science. I study chemistry, and math and the wonders of quantum physics. Now suddenly the meaning of my life is based upon Greek gods. A field I know nothing about. I didn't bother reading books on mythology! I knew it's not real! And now it's the only thing that's making sense. So yes, I need time to process." Tim ranted. We all blinked. He sighed.

"So, do you have any radical superhuman potency?" He asked Dew.

Everyone stared.

"Do you have any rad powers," I translated.

"Oh. You bet I do! What do you call this?" Andrew demonstrated by flying into the air and summoning balls of lightning.

Tim's eyes grew wide as saucers. "What about you?" He nodded at Nat.

"Oh me? Daughter of Poseidon. I can't do much. Only this." She raised her hand and made the ground beneath is burst open as gallons of groundwater shot out of it.

Tim's eyes grew as wide as ... wider saucers.

"That's ... physically impossible but I am intrigued. And about ... her?" He pointed at Skye who was too busy fidgeting with a sticker sheet

"Oh, just give me a second!" She shuffled with the sticker a bit more then detached it. "Here you go!" She plastered a huge plastic colorful sticker that said – BEST FRIEND FOREVER! - on Timothy's sweatshirt.

"Aww, thanks." He poked the colorful piece of décor on his practical wear. "That's ... really sweet of you."

"Hey how come I didn't get any sticker love!" I demanded playfully.

"Oh, but you did! I would never leave anyone out!" Skye said happily.

"I did? How? When?" I said cautiously. I did not look forward to finding my one pitiful cheese pizza to be plastered with non-edible plastic.

I carefully reached out to my shoes. As expected, the BEST FRIEND FOREVER stickers were plastered all over the two soles.

Natasha's ripped jeans' rips were plastered with them. Annabel even found a few stuck in her hair, and Andrew said "So that's why my socks are feeling so uncomfortable!" He took off his sock to reveal it's inside to be stuffed with stickers.