Disclaimer: I do not, will not, and probably should not, own Percy Jackson. Rick Riordan seems perfectly capable with his characters, and they all belong to him.

I always loved Percy Jackson. The series is fantastic. Anyways, I was reading a fic by some author I can't recall (sorry, it was awhile ago) and I noticed he never finished the story. Well, apparently, he's long gone, but his idea was still up in the air. I messaged him to ask if I could complete it for him, but he never responded. Seeing as how it was a good, solid 7 months ago, I figured I'll borrow it and give him credit should he ever come back. Until then, enjoy this because it is NOT stealing!

Summary: Thalia and Nico slowly came to their senses; their memory fuzzy and their eyesight fuzzier. They were surrounded by mounds of monster dust, human or demigod blood and even ichor, the blood of the Gods. That didn't draw their attention though, it was the teen that lay unconscious near them that kept them drawn in, worried. "Percy..." Thalia mumbled, and in a second, the two awake demigods realized they had no idea where they were.

Also, the new series did not take place.

Length: More than 6 chapters? I have no idea what you expect!

Notes: Eventual Percabeth

Thalia/Nico/Percy family bonding/friendship

No other romance

NO FLAMES

Ever so gentle, a faint trickle of February wind blew against the unconscious girl, causing her to shake and shiver as if someone had dumped snow down her back. Slowly, her eyelids opened and revealed the world around her.

She blinked a few times, not quite sure exactly where she was. Her memory was fuzzy, but her blurred eyesight was even more so. To her, everything melted together in one big blur. Even after rubbing her sky-blue eyes, she still couldn't see straight. Slowly, she got to her feet unsteadily. The world felt like it was spinning at an incredibly speed.

"H-hello?" She mumbled, doing her best to speak clearly. Her tongue didn't seem to cooperate, but the single word escaped her lips without too much of a problem. Immediately after speaking, she proceeded to lick her dry lips to help feel more comfortable. Although it was to no avail, she did taste the faintest trace of blood.

Thus, bringing her senses to life as adrenaline pumped throughout her veins.

Her sight immediately sharpened once the chemical was processed inside her body, and she let out a loud gasp as her surroundings were revealed to her. She was surrounded by dust; lots of it. A ring easily surrounded them, the colors varying from gold to orange. Although it was mixed, most likely due to the wind, she could tell- without a doubt- that it was monster dust.

She looked over herself, shocked to see that she was in reletively decent condition. Aside from a split lip (which explained the difficulty in talking) and a few cuts and bruises, she was reletively okay. Most of the cuts would need to be cleaned, but other than that, she would be fine.

Peering to her left, she immediately felt her breath get stuck in her throat. There, she saw a brown haired boy tending to another body- one slightly bigger than his own. The boy, or rather, teenager, had a sword on the ground behind him and wore black jeans with a gray shirt. Immediately, she recongized the teen who was knelt over another fallen.

"N-Nico?"

Without pausing what he was doing, Nico spoke back. "I wanted to wait until you knew where you were. Or at least, until you recognized me."

Thalia, usually prepared to punch him for such insolence, decided to spare the son of Hades and instead, walked over to where he was knelt over.

She wished she hadn't.

In front of Nico was a boy wearing blue jeans and an orange torn shirt. Most of it was in tatters, thrown to the side, but a few chunks remained on his body, shielding him from the cold. He was coated in slashes and cuts, blood decorating his skin like paint. A few of the larger cuts still seeped a bit of blood, but most of the slashes had been scabbed over with dried blood.

Looking at his face, Thalia could barely recognize him. He had black hair, but it stuck to his face as dried blood caked his forehead. A rather long slash ran from hisleft temple, down through the center of his shut eyelid and veered down to the left of his bottom lip. Dirt and blood were impossible to tell apart and his breath came out in shallow intervals.

"Percy..." Thalia mumbled. Her eyes were wide and she took a step back. She was supposed to be the tough one; never one to admit fear. She hated fear because it signifed weakness.

But right now, she was scared. Scared for Percy. He was obviously on Hades doorstep. For how long, Thalia didn't know.

"He's in critical condition. I tried getting some water, but his wounds didn't heal. All I could do was wash away a bit of the blood... but it didn't stay away," Nico said quietly. His brown eyes were darkened with the severity of the situation they were in.

Thalia had been awake not even five minutes, and already, it felt like a lifetime to her. Whatever had happened, involved Percy in a terrible way.

"What happened?"

Nico shook his head. "I don't know. I only woke up a few minutes prior to you."

Thalia cursed in Greek. If Nico hadn't been awake for too long, there was no telling how long Percy had been in that condition. He could've very well been saved if they'd just woken up early.

"Wait," Thalia said suddenly, recalling what Nico had said. "Water."

"I said I tried already," Nico said irritably.

"No, no. Where was it? We take Percy there... maybe it'll help him more than him being here," Thalia said. She motioned to the monster dust and blood, all of which still surrounded the two of them.

"It was a bottle and it was on my thigh."

Thalia cursed once more. So much for that idea...

The world was silent as Nico did his best to keep Percy alive. He continued to examine the head wound, making sure that Percy didn't stop breathing. He also attempted to dress a few of the wounds, but the blood slowly tainted any bandage he used.

"How is he?" Thalia finally asked.

Nico sighed but continued to do his diligant work. Thalia almost felt guilty, but realized her knowledge of the almost dead would not be as good as Nico's. Regardless, she knelt down next to Percy and also overlooked his many injuries.

"He's got quite a few lacerations; two real severe ones. One down his left thigh and one down his back. It's going to scar, no matter what. It'll require stitches to fully heal. He's got multiple less severe lacerations, most of which you can visibly see. There's also the one on his face... it's hard to tell, but he may lose sight in his eye. I don't know yet, but its going to be close."

Thalia couldn't help but see a portion of Luke as she stared at Percy's scarred face. "Will it scar?"

"I don't know yet. It all depends on what he can do with the water."

"Anything else?" Thalia asked, barely taking her eyes away from Percy's eye.

"A severe concussion," Nico said. Thalia looked at him skeptically.

"How do you know?" She asked. "He's not awake."

"True, but that kind of head-trauma? No way he's going to be peachy-keen after this. He's going to need a long time in order to fully heal- even with water."

Both teenagers sighed. If Percy made it through all of the injuries, it would honestly be a miracle.

Thalia stood up and walked a few feet from Percy and Nico. She didn't mean to be so unhelpful, but she couldn't really sit and stare at the bloodied body of her cousin who'd been there for her when she needed him. He hadn't done a thing to deserve a beating like that. Whoever did it would pay, dearly.

Deciding to examine their location, Thalia glanced around. The sky was gray and the air was silent. In the distance, Thalia could make out a city with smoke rising from it. Whether it was natural or not, she didn't know. All she knew was that was probably their best chance at getting Percy some help.

Maybe there, we can get some supplies, help, and even a hint as to where in Hades we are. Once we get that, we can figure a way back to Camp Half-Blood. Or even Artemis...

"So do you know where we are?" Thalia asked, possibly hoping Nico recognized the area. She heard him suck a sharp breath in and stop working. Her heart sped up and her nerves went on end.

"Yeah..." Nico mumbled. Slowly, he turned and looked her in the eye, his face void of any emotion. "We're in Germany... and the year is somewhere in-between 1939 and 1945..."

Thalia froze in shock and digested what Nico spoke of. Her mind went into a frenzy after she processed the year and the location.

"That would mean... we're in World War II!"

Nico nodded solemnly. "The war between the Big Three..."

"That would also mean..." Thalia said, but paused as she tried to figure out the way to put it so it sounded ration. Fourtunately and unfortunately, Nico spoke for her.

"Yeah, it means we traveled in time."

Woah, big stuff. Many, many questions you must have!

Well, all answers will come soon. Curse of Achilles, how, why, what happened... all will be answered soon!

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