Well I was up at 3:25am and I couldn't sleep so I started to write. I always wondered how Thalia and Luke met, what they were doing when they met Annabeth, and also their time on the run. This will be a just a collection of them being them. Well, here you go…

Disclaimer: I am not, nor have I ever been Rick Riordan.

Thalia's POV

The smell of coffee fills my lungs and I take another sip of my mocha, slowly taking in the scene. The walls are painted olive green and pale orange/ yellow, the seats are comfortable but I am sitting at a table by myself. It has been awhile since I had been able to stop and get something to eat or drink, this time I only had enough money to buy some coffee to warm me up. My black hair hits my eyes and I flick it out of my face, it is damp from the pouring rain, maybe on the next stop I will wash it.

An old woman just walked in, she looks about sixty-five, seventy, she just gets a doughnut and sits by the window. I tend to watch everyone who walks in and analyze them to see if they are a threat or not. Two more people walk in and order their drinks and sit in the middle of the room. A boy walks in, he's about my age probably older, he gets a coffee and somehow he steals four of those cake slices they have on display. He has sandy blond hair and sky blue eyes, his hair is a lot like mine, soaked and is tainted brown with dirt, his shirt is torn at the ends and burnt on the front, and he has a thick jacket that looks brand new but drenched with water. Over his shoulder there was a green backpack, it looked like he couldn't fit anything more in there. I wonder what he could possibly have in there that could make it so full, what if he is a monster that has his torture weapons in there and was sent here to murder me? I am constantly looking out for monsters, some of them can be sneaky but most are the type to just attack and not try to trick me. I cast that thought out of my head and continue to observe him. His shoes are badly worn, holes starting to form at the ends, he turns my way and stares at me, but not the way everyone else does. When people see me they stop and stare like I am a freak—which to them I am—my clothes are dirty and my hair a rats nest, I have cuts and bruises all over me, and I smell like I haven't showered in years, which is pretty close to the truth. He stared at me with pity and curiosity instead of looking at me like he wants to kick me out of here and send me to the dogs as he walks up to my table.

"May I sit here?" He didn't wait for me to answer, taking the seat across from me. "I'm Luke, you want some bread?" Luke pushed two chunks of bread towards me and my will crumbled. While I ate he started to ask me a question, I couldn't concentrate on his words because the bread had all of my attention. "So what would a young girl like yourself be doing all alone fighting monsters?" his mouth formed a smirk as I stopped eating and stared at him trying to see if he meant what he said or if he was just messing with me. I didn't even care to notice that he knew about the monsters that haunted me all my life.

"What is a young boy like you doing all alone fighting the monsters away with stolen goods?" I replied, mimicking his smirk. I took the bread that I had put down and took another big bite trying not to moan when it touched my taste buds.

He laughed and grabbed some bread of his own. "Why don't you tell me what you know and vise versa? But first I think we should start with your name."

I don't know why but I decided to trust him, not with my wallet (if I had one) but with information. "Thalia. Thalia Grace."

Luke smiled showing all his teeth. Wow, his smile is ama—no! Don't think that way, I don't even know him. "Well Thalia, we have a long journey ahead of us. Come on, I will get you some new clothes." He looked at his shirt. "And me too." I don't know why, I guess it was the exhaustion, but I burst out laughing and so did Luke. I felt many eyes staring at me but I didn't care who was looking, I was actually enjoying myself for once.

When I stopped laughing I took a deep breath to steady myself and asked, "Where are we going? And where are you going to get us new clothes? I don't have any money."

He got a mischievous glint in his eyes as his smile grew. "New York. And the local Wal-Mart, and trust me you won't need any money. By the way, how good are you at lying?"

I am so sorry this is so short, I wanted to make it longer but it refused to talk to me… the next chapter should be longer if it is not feel free to throw tomatoes at me. Well review please!