I thought this up when I was on pg 336 or so of "The Last Olympian." Just a little something for you Lukabeth fans. Honestly, I'm obsessed with it myself.

DISCLAIMER: The beginning is kinda based from pg 336-337, but the rest is mine. I didn't do anything word-for-word, but the concept is pretty much exactly the same.

POV: Percy

The gold embers in the hearth were dying, but still a little warm, and Luke's weapon was still in there. I reached down and picked it up while he was crouched over Annabeth, trying to suppress Kronos' spirit inside of him. It was killing me not to rip him away from her. My protective instincts were kicking in. But I knew that if I did, the sudden movement might stir up Kronos, and we would have no chance again.

I handed Luke the blade.

"Percy?" Grover gasped.

Luke fingered the hilt of the knife carefully, like it was some foreign object handed into his hands. He just stared at the light dancing off of it from the dying fire behind us. His lips moved – I couldn't hear him – but it looked like he said something like "Gods help me."

He unstrapped his chest-plate and I could see that his shirt was ripped, a little bit of pale skin showing under his left arm. Luke took a deep breath, and stabbed his side, through the hole.

There was a blinding light, and I turned away for a few seconds until it subsided. When I looked again, I saw the crumpled body of Luke, and what looked like a golden ghost floating above him. Kronos – but not fully.

Annabeth, being the quick thinker that she is, grabbed the bloodied knife that Luke had used and threw it at the spirit.

When the knife hit where the spirit's heart would be if it were solid, the image of Kronos shattered into golden ashes. They fell, with the knife, to the throne room floor next to Luke's body.

"Luke," Annabeth breathed, and ran to him. "Luke."

"Get back, Annabeth," I warned. "You never know."

She stepped back, and I could see the hesitation in her movement.

To my surprise, Luke started getting up, but couldn't make it past his hands and knees. He raised his head. Blood was trickling down his forehead, over his cheeks and down over his lips. His eyes were the bright, sky blue that they used to be four years ago. A smile slowly twisted his face. "Annabeth." The word barely fell from his blood-spattered lips.

"Luke."

He collapsed on the floor, not able to hold himself up with his fatigue.

Luke's eyes flitted open. The blue orbs flicked around, trying to recognize where he was, and a look of worry came over him. "Where… Where…?"

"You're at Camp Half-Blood," I said. "You're in the infirmary."

"What? How…"

"We brought you back here so you could get better," Annabeth said.

Luke's eyes found her grey ones. "Annabeth." The word had much more feeling in it this time, more than it had a few hours ago. He reached up a shaking hand and latched his fingers in her curly blonde hair, right by her cheek.

Annabeth closed her eyes for a second, a look of pleasure on her face, but then she apparently remembered that I was still there, and made her face look blank again. "I'm glad you're okay, Luke."

The blonde boy looked confused as the girl untangled his fingers from her hair. "Wait. Who's tha… dad?"

Hermes looked up from where he was leaning against a wall. "Son." His small and elfish features made way for a little smile.

"What are you doing here? I wasn't asking for you, was I?"

"No, you weren't." The god pushed off the wall. "But how do you think you got here so fast and didn't die on the way here?"

Luke just glared. "Why? Why did you have to help?"

"Because you would've died, otherwise. Having Kronos in you was enough torture for me."

"So you thought that if you saved my life, I would all of the sudden be your good little boy? Sorry, but it's not gonna happen."

Hermes sighed. "Oh well." He left, using the door instead of his true form.

"Annabeth." Luke reached up again and touched her cheek. "You're so… so… beautiful."

I scoffed. "You just now realized that?"

Blue eyes turned to me, and they looked almost like a blaze. "Maybe you should go."

"Maybe I should." I left the infirmary and just kept walking. When I was almost at the Big House, I looked back and could see them easily.

Luke was sitting up on his bed, and Annabeth was still sitting next to him, but closer. They both had big smiles on their faces, like being with each other was the most enjoyable experience ever. It was then that I realized that Luke had his arm around Annabeth's waist, and her arms around his shoulders. Their faces were unbelievable close. It was hard to watch, knowing that Annabeth was mine, and then could just be ripped away from me by some college guy. Their lips met.

I stormed off to the ocean, not really caring about them anymore. Annabeth was gone. But Luke was alive.

I didn't know which was worse.

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