So… I have too many stories, mostly unfinished, and I really shouldn't be starting a new one. Updates for this are probably going to be slow and inconsistent, so sorry.

After reading Stone Cold, I couldn't help really wanting to read a fanfic about one, and since I couldn't seem to find any up here, I decided to write one. If anybody knows of another one on this site, please let me know.

As you noticed, it's a crossover. I didn't really have a very original idea for this fic, I just thought 'okay, I want to write a fanfic about this. What should I write' and came up with a typical dump-a-random-character-in-camp-half-blood thing.

I do need help thinking of a godly parent for Link, who is going to stay Link, since this is an improvisation fic. And Link is by the way about seventeen, I think. This does take place after his book too, sorry if I got his age wrong.

So, read on if you want to. I hope it's decent…

Link sat on a park bench, counting through the bills Gail had given him. There were, shockingly, a hundred and fifty-four pounds in total. She must've given him all the cash she had on her.

It was getting light, but he didn't really notice. Ginger was dead. Tonya was dead. Gail wasn't really Gail but actually Louise, which meant she hadn't been staying with him for love but more for her reporting.

He shoved the bills in his pocket, afraid that someone would see them and steal them. The money had to last, but maybe he could buy some new clothes, somehow clean up a bit, and manage to get a job at last. Maybe he could somehow stay presentable long enough to earn enough money to rent a room. Maybe…

Too many maybes. One hundred and fifty pounds (and four) about as much as he had started off with. Ruddier clothes, and people left behind in his past that he really couldn't ever go back to. He couldn't repeat the pattern, just couldn't.

Maybe he could leave London. Just go somewhere else, and start afresh. Maybe somewhere else would have better results.

Maybe he shouldn't have said such things to Gail, who he still had trouble imagining as Louise. Maybe if he had been nice and understanding, he would be in a better position now. Maybe he could've been her assistant of something, a job.

Too many maybes. Link wasn't like Ginger, he couldn't be alone. There had to be something to keep him going. There had to be a reason to go on. Right now, there was no reason to try.

But Link still went on. He liked to imagine that Carole or mum would be like Tonya's parents, and worry if he left the face of the earth completely.

Day by day Link went on. He spent as little money as possible, one meal a day, dossed most of the time, often half-heartedly, slept at late hours and woke before dawn.

His first surprise came around June. It was one of those days when he was sleeping on a station bench, and woke up just a little before the first train was scheduled to come. It didn't quite matter so much now if other people saw him, since he had very recently acquired some new clothes from a thrift shop.

Link was just leaving when he heard someone call his name. Mind you, the voice was very familiar.

Link spun round when he heard. "Carole?" he gasped.

Carole grabbed onto him and hugged him so tightly he almost couldn't breathe.

"I heard you almost died!" she cried. "When I read that I almost couldn't believe but it just fit in with everything and I just had to—"

"Easy there!" he cried. "Since when— how did you know—"

"I read that someone trying to murder you." she told him shakily. "Some writer named Louisa…"

"Louise?" he asked, thinking that the day just could not get any more unbelievable.

"Have you really still been living on the streets?" she demanded. "And your friend got murdered and—"

"How did you know it was me?" he asked, a thought occurring to him. "I've been calling myself Link the whole time I've been here."

"Because it all fit!" Carole explained. "The timing, the stepfather, the sister that you never called, the description, all of it."

"So why are you here?" he asked.

"Because I wanted to make sure you were okay! Even Chris agreed with me —he doesn't hate you, really, he just thinks you look bit unruly most of the time— and if nothing else, I've missed you!"

It was probably the best day out of his entire stay in London for Link. He and Carole, the only thing of 'family' he had left, spent the rest of the day together. He introduced her to Nick, showed her around a little, and they mainly talked. Mum had ended it with Vincent, apparently, not too long ago. He couldn't believe the day he had wanted for so long had finally come and he didn't even care.

"She did give you a letter, though." Carole told him, digging it out of her purse. "If anything in there's too hurtful, don't fret. I'm not sure how sober she was."

So it was late night, Link was sitting alone on a doorstep, thinking about how Carole had cared enough to come visit him for the day and how Gail had written about him and his life, barely paying attention as he pried open the envelope.

Something fell out. He frowned. If it was a letter, then it must be a very short letter.

He grabbed his things, not wanting to leave it even a little away, and walked over to the street lamp beside the road.

The dim light shone onto the piece of paper in his hand.

It was a plane ticket to New York.

Here's hoping that I did okay… please review and tell me what you think.