If you're reading this, that means you've read the description of the story and decided it might be interesting. Let me just say that I hope you find it to be just that. ^_^ I'll save my rambling on until the end of the chapter though, so you can get on with the story. Enjoy(:

Rated T for language. Possible change to M later on.

Lawliet'sOneAndOnly

Chapter 1

My head was spinning, and it hurt really badly, too. There was a sharp pain near my right temple and my cheek felt warm and wet. I didn't know what was happening or where I was. Everything I looked at seemed to be tinted red. There was screaming, though, I knew that. I just couldn't tell whether it was my own. Suddenly, the ceiling seemed to be getting farther away as I slipped backwards into what felt like a warm, black embrace. The last thing I was aware of before my eyes drooped heavily shut and I drifted away from consciousness was a dark form looking down on me and gathering me into its arms.

I woke up feeling as if I were flying. The air was thin and rushed by quickly and every so often it shook me side to side, like turbulence. My first thought was that I was on the plane to Florida, like my mom and I had been planning for months and I had fell asleep and had a bad dream. If that was the case, then why wad there something cold and wet on my forehead? And why did I taste tacos? I opened my eyes to the blinding sunlight and gasped.

I was flying, but in something about as far from a plane as you could get: a chariot. I was stretched out on the floor with my head wrapped in a wet cloth and propped up on my orange Naruto hoodie. Clouds drifted both above and below me as I sped through the sky propelled by something that was probably the source of the sound of massive, flapping wings. I could smell tacos, too, but I didn't see any nearby, just a silver flask by my side.

I heard voices coming from behind me as well- two male ones.

"...you didn't have to come, you know that, right? I know you're working on something right now."

"Nah, it's fine. I could use a break anyway. I've been stuck in that bunker for so long I might as well move my bed in there."

"Yeah, but thanks for coming."

"No problem. Anything to save another demigod."

I was spooked by now. These men had kidnapped me, I was sure of that. Other things I wasn't so sure of, like how we were in a flying chariot and why the hell they just referred to me as a demigod. There was only one way to find out, then. I sat up, grabbed the flask and slowly swung myself around so I was facing my kidnappers in a sitting position.

To my surprise, standing in the front of the chariot were two boys not much older than me. Standing on the left holding what looked like reins was a blonde in a purple shirt and jeans. On the right was a boy with wavy, black hair wearing a bright orange shirt and jean shorts with a tool belt wrapped around his waist. They continued talking as I stood, but I tried to focus my attention on being as silent as possible. I crept closer to the front of the chariot, raising the flask above my head as I went. I was only inches away from them when the blonde boy turned. His eyes widened when he saw me poised to strike and started to shove his hand into his pocket, but I was faster. The flask connected with his head and he slumped forward in less than 3 seconds.

The other boy stopped mid-sentence. "Jason? You okay, man?" He shook the boy's shoulder in an attempt to wake him but then saw me standing over him with the flask still raised. "Oh. That would explain it."

Just then, the chariot gave a violent pitch to the left and all three of us went tumbling onto the floor. In front of the chariot, a white, winged horse flailed about in the air with the reins, having slipped from the unconscious boy's slackened grip, whipping behind it. I stumbled to my feet but with the motion of the chariot, it was impossible to stand upright without clinging to the chariot walls. I noticed the boy had pulled a hammer from his tool belt by now, but it looked like he was having the same amount of luck as I was with remaining on his feet.

The winged horse went into a steep assent and I was holding on for dear life trying not to fall out the open back. Unfortunately, the blonde boy, Jason, I thought was his name, was knocked out and therefore, unable to hold on. As he slipped toward the edge, the other boy clawed for his hand.

"Jason, listen to me! You have to wake up!" he yelled hysteria ringing in his voice. He managed to grab hold of Jason's wrist just as his feet were sliding off the side. For a moment, relief flashed across his face. His relief was short lived, though. We were traveling too fast, and the boys hand must have been sweaty because Jason continued to slip. He was holding on with his fingertips now and in a last, desperate attempt to save his friend, he looked up at me.

"You have to help me! I can't hold onto him for much longer!" I looked at back at him, unsure of what to do. I was pretty sure helping your captors was not a good way to escape. But then again, here was this boy the same age as me trying to save his friend from a life or death situation, and the only way out he saw was me. As if he could read my thoughts, he continued, "We aren't your enemies. We just rescued you and were taking you to safety. Now just please, help me pull him back in!"

I made my decision. I wasn't just going to let someone die right in front of me when I could have saved them. I removed one hand from the side of the chariot and stretched it out as I inched along toward the dangling Jason. I was centimeters away from his fingertips when we started going down. We tumbled back to the front and the boy managed to yank Jason in with us, which seemed to be the only good thing that happened in this situation. Peeking over the top, I noticed we were heading straight for a rocky beach. The boy popped up beside me.

"We have to get the reins!" he yelled over the wind racing past our ears. I nodded, but I wasn't sure how that would be possible, considering they were a good three feet away whipping around the horse's back. The boy plopped back down against the front of the chariot and started pulling parts out of his tool belt. His hands monotonously worked over the pieces while I held onto Jason's arm, determined to keep him from falling if the horse decided to go up again. Soon the boy's hands stopped moving and he was left with a stick with a claw on the end that opened and closed whenever he pulled a trigger on the opposite end. He gripped it, turned towards the horse and took a deep breath before standing up and reaching out to grab the reins. With horror, I noticed just how close we were getting to the ground. Not much longer and we would be even with the trees, and the boy was still struggling for the reins. I closed my eyes, huddled against the side and braced myself for the crash.

I was sure we were only feet from the ground when I heard a triumphant whoop and felt our fall slowing. I risked a look over the edge to see what was happening.

The boy had grabbed both the reins and was pulling back on them, causing the winged horse to slow even though it was still very much freaking out. The ground was really close, but we were evening out, so I figured we'd be making a slightly less disastrous landing. The horse broke loose as soon as his hooves hit the sand, leaving us to a very uncomfortable 5 foot drop. We toppled end over end when we connected to the sand, which left me laying flat on my back in the sand with a certain slightly blushing, black-haired boy on top of me.

"Oh gods, I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed as he pushed himself up slightly.

"No, no. It's fine. It wasn't your fault," I said, slightly more sleepily then I had intended.

Worry quickly replaced the embarrassment on his face. "Your head is bleeding again," he said, frowning as he touched his fingers to my temple and pulled them away stained red.

It was about then that I realized just how incredibly tired I was. "Oh, I guess I am," I muttered just before everything went black.

So, there you have it! Just want to explain that the story is set in a funny time period. It takes place after Jason, Piper and Leo arrive at camp and go on their quest from The Lost Hero, but Percy is there too and Leo isn't working on the Argo II. This is mostly because I just finished The Lost Hero and started The Son of Neptune. I hope you can bear with me though, because I've been working non-stop on this and have had to use a lot of references. I already have the next two chapters done, so I'll upload those now. Thank you for reading and please tell me what you think! ^_^