Just a one shot that I tried to make funny. Blackjack is always asking Percy for donuts. right? So what if Leo takes him on a trip to do just that. Don't expect it to make sense :P

Leo's POV

'No! I don't have any donuts.'

Donuts?

I paused outside the stables as I heard Percy's voice drift from one of the stalls. He sounded kind of annoyed. I wondered who he was talking to.

'Blackjack, you know donuts aren't good for you.'

Blackjack. So that's who it was. I thought about donuts. Yum.

'I'll be back later. If you're good, you can have some sugar cubes.

Sugar cubes ...

I heard Percy's footsteps just outside the door. I looked around wildly and spotted a bucket of water. In the dim light, the blue water looked almost green.

No time to be choosey.

I dove behind the bucket and squeezed my eyes shut, hoping that Percy didn't spot me. Unfortunately, he wasn't that much of a Seaweed Brain.

'Leo, what are you doing?'

I opened my eyes. I'm pretty sure that I looked like a startled pig. Percy frowned at me, looking mildly concerned.

'I was just,' I struggled to come up with a plausible excuse. I searched around and my eyes fell on the water bucket. 'Checking to see if this water is fresh or salty!'

I dipped my finger into the water and tasted it. It had a strange tangy flavour. Percy fidgeted uncomfortably.

'Uh,' he pointed to the bucket. 'You know that's not water.'

His eyes flickered to the stable doors, then back to me. My eyes widened and fought the urge to regurgetate my lunch.

'Are you okay?' Percy asked slowly.

'Yes!' my voice came out high pitched and squeaky. 'I was just testing you.'

'Sure,' Percy walked out, leaving me alone.

I sighed and spat a huge glob of spit and ... nevermind. I top toed into the stables and peered into the stall at the far end. A beautiful black steed stuclk it's majestic head over the stall door and whinned at me.

'Hey Blackjack,' I said, trying to sound casual.

Blackjack snorted dismissively and drew his head back over the door.

'No, no, no,' I took a cautious steo forward. 'I just want to go for a little ride somewhere.'

Yet another snort told me there was no chance of that happening. Or was there ...

'All I want,' I said slowly, 'is some donuts.'

A black  head jerked up suddenly.

~A little rainbow topped sugary while later~

'PLEASE BE CAREFUL! I'VE NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE!'

I'd driven a helicopter before, even flown a dragon and a warship. But riding Blackjack was in an entirely different league.

Nor do I think it helped that Blackjack's wings were flapping so fast they were a blur, and his eyes were huge with his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth like a dog. I never knew he liked donuts so much.

'AH! BE CAREFUL I SAID!

Blackjack whinned. I didn't speak horse, but I thought he might've said, get use to it. A sudden empty feeling in my stomach warned me of what would happen a second before it did. 

'Oh great,' I rolled my eyes.

Blackjack froze in midair and dropped like a stone, me hanging screaming and hanging onto his back for dear life. We shot through the layer of clouds and straight towards a lonely row of shops. 

My own obituary flashed through my head, Leo Valdez, aged 16, smashed into the pavement while on a hunt for donuts with a flying horse. Somehow I didn't think it would make the front page.

The ground got closer and I buried my face in Blackjack's mane. At the last second, I felt his wings extend and we went floating to the ground. 

I jumped of Blackjack's back and stumbled around, my knees knocking.

'Never,' I said shakily, 'do that again. All I wanted was some donut-'

My words sputtered to a stop as my gaze fell upon the store in front of me. An enormous rainbow sign read, "Rolly's 24/7 Radical Rainbow Donut Shop!" And the whole shop was painted all teh colours of the rainbow. I wouldn't be surprised if this Rolly guy was a son of Isis.

'Come on,' I motioned to the store. 'One donut each. No arguments.'

~147 Fluffy Rainbow Sprinkle Donuts Each Later~

'LET'S GOOOOOO!'

I can't remember how I got there, what I was doing, or my name. All I knew was that I was on an awesome chicken pony, and we were going to the shopping center together.

I rode in on my awesome flying thing and we just flew around the inside of the mall. I whopped and shouted as my chicken pony whinned in happiness (I hope that was happiness).

The chicken pony flipped upside down and I lifted my hands off his back and shouted, 'WOO HOO!'

Unfotunately, I forgot to steal-er, buy some glue. So I fell off and landed head first in a pot plant. The chicken pony whinned.

'I'M OKAY!' I yelled. 'NOBODY PANIC, I'M OKAY!' 

Of course, everyone was panicking. How sweet; they are care about me!

People were dashing about madly, screaming their heads off. They were probably trying to get to a phone to ring the ambulance for me. They didn't realize that I was alright. Here and there, fires raged. I looked down and realized my clothes were smauldering, and my hands were on fire.

Whoops.

The chicken pony snorted to get my attention. I glanced in his direction and my jaw dropped to the ground. BARNEY'S ALL NIGHT CHOCOLATE STORE! SCORE!

The chicken pony and I raided the store, eating everything in sight. I kinda forgot everything after that.

All I remember was running through the mall with the chicken pony flying behind me. My whole body was literally on fire and I was screaming with joy at the top of my lungs.

Then, I was back at camp.

Blackjack nuzzled my head and I sat up. I looked aroun. We were at the base of Thalia's tree. It was nearly dark. The stables would be checked on soon.

I hoped on Blackjack's back and we flew down. I locked him in his stall just in time. 

'Oh man,' I muttered, placing a hand on the side of my head to calm the pounding headache. 'Do you know what happened?'

Blackjack shook his head, so I took that as a no.

~A few random, I don't ever care how many days later~

'Come on, Repair Boy. Mr D needs this stuff.'

PIper and Jason hauled me along to the mall. I had a vague sense I'd been there before, but I couldn't remember what for.

'Why do we need,' I checked the list. 'Kool Aid, a pair of scissors and a bar of soap?'

Jason snatched the list of me, 'I don't know, but you can get the soap. I don't think we should trust you around sugar or sharp objects.'

Sugar. Something about sugar, and this mall ...

'Uh, Leo,' Piper stopped. 'Why are you a wanted criminal?'

My heart sunk. Taped to the sliding doors of the mall was a poster of me. My eyes looked wild and crazy, my hair stuck up in all directions and I was on fire. Something was in the air behind me ... Blackjack? Oh, and I was wanted.

I suddenly remember the donut trip. And everything after.

'Uh oh.'

I know it's not very funny, but I tried my best. Comment what you think, but constructive critisism please. Thank you!