This chapter features

Percy Jackson

Supernatural

Sherlock

High School Musical

and Roseanne.

Credit goes to the rightful oweners of each of these fandoms, as I own none of them.

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Percy gripped the arms of the seat so tightly, his knuckles turned white. He could feel sweat running down his face, his eyes widening. Annabeth, his girlfriend sat next to him, trying to calm him down.

"It'll be okay, Percy, " she told him reassuringly. "Nothing's going to happen. We've got Jason and Thalia here."

He smiled at her, to let her know he was fine. But, even with the sky god's children on either side of them, the son of Poseidon was still nervous. See, Lord Zeus had a habit of reminding Percy that he could shoot him out of the sky at any given moment. It was simply not Poseidon territory.

"Yeah," Jason tried to help. "We won't let our father blast you out of the sky."

Thalia nodded, maybe a little annoyed. "Just calm down," she said, as soothingly as the huntress would get. "We haven't even taken off yet."

"Excuse me for not, you know, wanting to die!" Percy shot back. As he was speaking, two guys wearing flannel were taking their seats. The shorter of the two seemed a little antsy, which made Percy all the more nervous.

"Would you calm down, Dean," sighed the taller, moose like man. "The plane doesn't even leave for another five minutes!"

"Oh, well isn't that relieving?" snapped the other guy, Dean, sarcastically. "A plane, Sammy! Seriously? What about Baby?"

The moose man, Sammy, rolled his eyes. "Okay. One, your 'baby' is a car. Two, the case is all the way in Scotland, so we have to fly." Dean just grumbled and shook his head. He mumbled something to Sammy, who Percy thought might've been his brother. Then, he stood up and shouted,

"Cristo!" Jason frowned at him. He said,

"That means God in Latin." The dude stared at him skeptically.

"Yeah...and?"

"...Nothing."

"Okay, then."

Dean sat back down, sighing heavily in what seemed like realif. Sammy shook his head at him.

"What?"

"Told you."

"Shut up."

"Jerk."

"Bitch."

Percy turned back to Annabeth, who was looking on thoughtfully. He asked,

"Could they be - "

" - Half-bloods? I dunno. Maybe."

Just then, a family full of six - a plump man and woman, a blonde girl, a black haired girl carrying a basketball, a little, and a skinny woman, who was complaining a lot - bored the plane, followed by a tall man in a trench coat with high cheekbones and a short man that looked like a hedgehog wearing a jumper.

They all took their seats.

Cheekbones sighed and looked around boredly, muttering incoherent things to himself. Percy reached in his pocket nervously for Riptide, but Annabeth gaped at the man, who seemed oblivious.

"Sher....Sher....Sherlock Holmes?" she muttered, mouth open wide. The hedgehog man waved awkwardly at her, as his companion continued on 'deducing', as he called it.

"Hey buddy!" called the pump woman of the family. "We're trying to have an argument over here, would you shut up!?"

"Roseanne!" scolded the skinny woman.

"Mom!" cried the blonde girl. "You're embarrassing me!"

"Good," the mother told her. "That means I'm doing my job." The girl huffed and shrank back in her seat, like she wanted to disappear.

"Mom, I'm hungry," whined the boy.

"Well, eat some peanuts and be quiet," Roseanne told him. The boy took a bag from the flight attendant and plopped down in his seat. Roseanne turned back to the skinny woman that was her sister Jackie.

"I don't want to go to Europe, Rosanne!" she whined.

"Well, I don't want to work for eight hours a day, but I have to do it anyone so sit down." Jackie huffed but obeyed nonetheless. She couldn't much anyway. They were already on the plane. Just before the plane started to take off, a bunch of teenagers stood up and starting singing,

"What time is it? Summer time! What time is it -"

They were interrupted by a groaning Sherlock, glaring Thalia, and a very annoyed Dan, who was Roseanne's husband. He barked,

"It's time for you to GET A WATCH!"

But as soon as the plane started to take off, Percy and Dean holding onto their seats for dear life, they started to sing again.

"We're soaring. We're flying. There's not a star in heaven that we can't reach!"

"Actually, it is not scientifically proven that such a place actually exists," Sherlock told them begrudgingly.

"Oh, it exists," muttered Dean, making Sam snort.

"Even if it did," continued Sherlock. "There wouldn't be stars there."

"It's just a metaphor, dude," said a blonde boy in a pink suit called Ryan.

"Rubbish," Sherlock commented.

"Sherlock," scolded John the hedgehog. "Don't be rude."

"Yeah," Roseanne cut in. "Don't be rude, cheekbones."

"Ugh," moaned Sherlock. "I am surrounded by idiots!"

"Uh oh..." Jason muttered. Thalia shifted nervously, and Percy felt his stomach turn, as John once again scolded Sherlock and Annabeth stood up in her seat. Everyone leaned away from her, except Sherlock who didn't seem to take the hint.

"How dare you insult my intelligence!" she screeched indignantly. "I am the smartest one here!"

"Except for me, of coarse," Sherlock retorted.

"Talk about big heads," muttered Dean to Sam, apparently thinking he'd gone unheard.

"Dean...." Sam said warningly.

"What?"

"I am the daughter of Athena!"

"The Greek goddess? Seriously?"

"They don't exist!" protested Sherlock. With a rumble, the plane shuddered violently, causing both Dean and Percy to pale considerably, the earlier shouting,
"Son of bitch!"

"Now look," huffed Annabeth. "You made the gods angry!"

"It was obviously a turbulence," Sherlock sighed. She looked like she might've bunched him, but John stepped in quickly.

"Alright, alight, everyone calm down. Sherlock, you really need to respect people's religious beliefs. Sorry about him, he's a bit of an arse."

"It ain't beliefs if you know for a fact they exist," Dean said.

"Dean," Sam scolded. "Don't antagonize people."

"Sit down Annabeth," Thalia told the daughter of Athena. "Just ignore the dumb, uncultured male mortal."
She said male like it was the worst word she could possibly think of.

The Conner children - Darleen, Becky, and DJ - all started fighting with each other as well, shouting above the others. Jackie soon joined in, saying how she knew this trip was a bad idea all along. Dan tried to get everyone to shut up, but in vain. Finally, Roseanne had enough. She shouted.

"EVERYONE SHUT UP!!" The were quiet, even Sherlock.
"Now I came here to have a nice relaxing vacation with my family," she said. "And I'll be damned if we aren't going to do that, even if it kills us, and you with us. So, everyone sit down, shut up, and eat your peanuts."

The plane stayed quiet for the remainder of the first hour of the flight. Then, all hell started to break loose once more, when the crowed of teenagers in the back, hesitantly at first, started to sing again....

"We're soaring....We're flying...."

"OH FOR GOD'S SAKE!" cried Sherlock.

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