A/N: I had a few topics listed on my profile page (like 2) and I said I was going to only work on one, but I was so excited that I started working on the second one as well, but I have no idea as to when I will post it up so..

Fanfictionwriter2000- In my opinion, Thalico is one of the harder couples to write about, since they are not as "popular" as Percabeth (death boy+ lightning girl= death by electrocution/ electric chair? O_O), nor are their personalities as developed, so I'm really glad you liked it ^_^

On another note, I've noticed that Percabeth gets so much more attention than all of the other pairings (more than 3 times as many) so give them some love too guys!

I divided this first chapter into 2 parts, so the latter will be coming soon.. :)

Disclaimer: I own nothing besides some of the situations and the OOC personalities and OCs that have yet to be created.

Annnd onto the story!

Life is Precious (Part 1)

Boom! Double doors slammed open, revealing frenzied paramedics surrounding a body that was laid out on a stretcher.

"Make way!"

A paramedic held an oxygen mask to the still figure's face and pulling along the IV stand, with 2 others pushing the stretcher. The last was massaging his heart- pumping it- face red and strained with exertion and veins sticking out in prominent relief against his forehead.

A young woman, hardly in her thirties, stood at the opening of the long hallway, sobbing into her hands. A man stood with his arms around her, wordlessly comforting her. His timeless green eyes were unreadable.

"Oh my poor Percy." Her voice was inaudible over the shouting, but the man heard.

"It's not your fault. My scent led the monsters there…" He trailed off, eyes on the stretcher as it rolled into the emergency surgical room.

They sat down on a bench outside.

"1… 2… 3!" They moved him onto the operation table. The clattering of tools could be heard outside the room.

After a moment's silence, they heard an exclamation. "The wounds are to deep!" followed by a "He's losing too much blood!" With every shout, they grew more and more anxious.

A doctor's aide rushed out of the room. "Your consent." He blurted his words out hurriedly. "Your son is losing too much blood. We need your consent in order for him to receive a blood transfusion."

She took the form and pen in her hand, the pen poised just above the page, frozen.

"I- I don't know." Her voice broke.

"Sign it. We don't know how much longer he can last. Any longer and it may be too late!" The aide's voice was urgent. Getting no response, he turned towards the man. "Are you his guardian as well?"

He hesitated, the nodded in affirmation.

"Can you sign?" The aide all but shoved the form and pen into his hands. He took them, skimming over it quickly, and fluidly signed his name with one stroke. The aide looked satisfied with the signature, and then hurried off and left for the secretaries.

They sat back down again, leaned against him, putting her head on his shoulders.

"He's going into cardiac arrest!" They jumped in shock, aroused from their sleep. Tired from all the stress, they haven't realized that they fell into a slumber.

Bzzt. Bzzt. Electricity. "One… Two…" they heard the count. "Clear!" Thump.

Bzzt. Bzzt. "One… Two…Clear!" Thump.

They could hear a collective sign of relief, as all the doctors and aides in the ICU let go of a breath that they never realized they had been holding in the entire time.

The doctor's aide that handed them the form suddenly rushed past them and burst into the EICU room, his face frantic. A moment later, the doctor walked out of the operation room, a look of remorse flitted across his face. The two on the bench shuddered wordlessly, overcame with dread.

"Your son is losing a lot of blood-"

"Yes we know that; we have signed the blood transfusion form just a while ago," Poseidon said, cutting him off.

The doctor nodded, then began again. As you know, your son's blood type is O, Rh negative. That's a fairly rare type of blood to be found, and there are not a lot of donors with that type out there-"

"Cut to the chase."
"- and unfortunately… we have just run out…" he trailed off.

They knew. The only hope for their son was for one of them to also possess O- blood. Sally began to tear up again. They had found a new hope, only to have it shattered again so easily.

"I'm sorry." That was all the doctor said. Nothing more. None of the "still young; get pregnant again" crap. He had seen death enough times to know that when it reached out to a family, no amount of words would be enough to overcome the grief felt.

Poseidon looked at Sally, then at the backs of the retreating figures, and made his decision. He knew what to do- all that was left was to convince Sally. "Wait. I'll do it. But let me have a moment with my wife." The doctor looked surprised, then nodded.

"Sally look at me." She turned her head up. The look on her face brought back memories.

My wife, he mused. Although they were not bound together by law, he considered himself to be her husband during the years they have been together. He remembered the first time he chanced upon her. She was sitting on the beaches of Malibu, her boyfriend just having recently broken up with her. Her eyes were filled with unshed tears, but determined not to let them fall. He had comforted her, and she accepted him, even though she did not know him; did not know who he was. It wasn't until later that he told her, but she accepted his explanation so easily, without a second word, saying that she had always known. And when he asked her how though, she refused to divulge further.

And then Perseus was born. Little Percy, bundle of happiness. When he was born, Poseidon thought that Sally couldn't possibly be happier- she practically radiated with joy. And so he stayed. For a few years, he happily lived with the two, until this happened. This small, insignificant frame of time, that shattered his paradise, and caused him to remember the world from whence he came- a world of hate, of monsters, death, and war. He hated it.

"Can you- can you really do it?" Her comment awoke him up from his reverie. The despair in her eyes that was there earlier was replaced by a glimmer of hope. It was those eyes that he had fallen in love with that night in Malibu.

"Yes," he simply said. He held out a finger against her lips, stemming further questions. "But it contains enormous risks."

"With great risk comes great rewards," she quoted. How like her to quote a son of Athena at a time like this. "I'll do anything to have my Percy back." He nodded, expecting the answer.

"Then I will give them my ichor to be transfused. It will replace any blood type he needs. However, there are risks and side effects. There will be a chance that his body cannot accustom itself to my ichor because of my powers. How well he accustoms to it is up to the Fates. In the event that my blood is rejected form his body, there will be nothing that I can do. He will spontaneously combust. However, if he does accept it, then he will be thrust into the world that you tried so hard to protect him from."

She nodded, her eyes steely and unwavering.

Poseidon got up, opening the door to the operation room. "I'm ready."

"Then let us get started."

A/N: So how was it? I admit that when I started writing, it was very awkward, but I think it got better as it progressed. Let me know how it is :) Sine school for me is starting in 2 days as I write this, my chapters will become less frequent (although this is still the first one xD)

Also, I'm still thinking of a name for this story, so if anyone has one, let me know.

R&R!

~WordsBreakBones2