A/N:(IMPORTANT IMPORTANT IMPORTANT I'M NO LONGER UPDATING. NO LONGER UPDATING.) As requested from Ethempat, my dear friend, I am doing my first ever ThaLuke one shot! Also, I'd like you note if you know me and are a family/friend please keep your reviews anonymous, so no one knows who you or I are. Thank you! It means the world! Disclaimer: I don't own Thalia or Luke or Percy Jackson and the Olympians, if I did own any of it I'd want to own the right's to Luke so he wouldn't have died.
"It came outta nowhere... It could've gotten one of us killed. I feel responsible Luke... Maybe if I..." The blue of her eyes matched the day sky, the flames reflecting in them. The stars glistened over the canopy of trees, the moon spotlighting over our camp. With the intense black of her short spiky hair, and the ghost white of her skin, the light freckles on her cheek, she could've been one of those stars.
"The hellhound was my fault Thals. I shouldn't have made us take the short cut." I said, brushing off the dust on my arms while Thalia carefully watched over, her coarse hands wringing a ripped piece of flannel. Sitting on at log, a fire blazing in small twigs, we all looked worn down, we'd get kicked out of the worst places. Annabeth was in the worst condition though, she'd gotten slammed by a rouge hellhound early. She was only 7, half my age.
"This whole things my fault," Thalia sighed, dabbing the makeshift towel on a gash on Annie's forehead. The instincts told me to tell her she was wrong but the look on her face keep me for saying anything. Our clothes were torn, our skin cut open, red, or scarred, lips parched and stomach empty. The last few days had been bad, normally we could get food, and settle down someplace, we seemed lost ever since...
"You saved our lives back at Hal's place. Then we found Annabeth. This was meant to happen, okay?" Standing up I rested a hand on her shoulder. "You remember that goat of yours with the Diet Coke dispenser? How it brought you to me in California?" She nodded, wiping a tear from her face.
"Here... Your hands are steadier then mine." She passed me a box of filched bandages. Our hands locked together in transfer, our blues eyes seeing the other.
Gods, if you can do anything right don't take me away from them.
"Of course. I'll always be there for you... I promise."
A/N: I know... Cliche, but I wanted my own shot on what I think happened. Also... I wanted to keep it shorter, but you can give me a word minimum in your request.