Disclaimer: Would it surprise you if I said I did own Percy Jackson? Well it would surprise me too, and guess what? I DON'T own P.J.!

The first chapter attracted - attention. That's decent, but I want to make it larger. I did get a few review, which pleased me to no end! I hope I can make this bigger, but we'll take this one step at a time. So here's for chapter 2!


Thalia took plenty of time to recuperate from what she'd been told. For the longest time she just stared vacantly at Nico, thus causing him to wonder if he had two broken comrades.

"I swear, if I have to drag you both..." Nico mumbled, standing up to his full 5'5 frame. He winced slightly as a few of his own cuts were jostled by his clothes, but continued to walk until he was a few inches from Thalia. She didn't react as he walked up, thus causing him to take more drastic measures.

"You're flying," he said boredly, before taking a few steps back and waiting for the fireworks to begin.

"WHAT?" Thalia shouted, blinking rapidly. Almost instantaneously, she curled into a ball and clung to the ground. She clamped her eyes shut and began to pray to her father that she would NOT fall. Then she realized what was actually going on.

Before Thalia could snarl out a comeback to Nico's words, the son of Hades wisely spoke up.

"We can't afford to waste time. Percy... Percy may not have time."

His words had every intended effect. Thalia's rage dissipated in seconds, leaving worry as her prime emotion again. She gave Percy a glance before averted her gaze. No matter how many times she looked at him, she couldn't grip his mangled condition. It just didn't seem like he'd be so heavily walloped.

"Come on; we need to get to that city," Nico said, being sure to mix in as much force as his voice could muster. He knew time was of the utter essence. If they didn't get moving, Percy may not survive long enough to get help. He was already in critical condition.

Thalia nodded without speaking. She refused to let her voice betray her.

Nico addressed their fallen friend and how he wasn't going to be moving on his own accord. He took in a deep breath of the chilled air in and focused his energy. The ground around Percy began to tremble in response to Nico's power. The cement cracked and split in the shape of a large rectangle- much like a gurney used by emergency personnel.

Slowly, the large rectangular rock rose with Percy atop of it. Nico continued to take deep breaths as he levitated the make-shift gurney. The energy required to lift wasn't much, but he hadn't yet fully recovered from whatever had happened to knock him out. His sights were still spinning.

"There," Nico managed out in between his deep breaths. "We can carry this to help move Percy."

Wordlessly, Thalia gripped back half of the stone gurney and Nico took the front. Then, without warning, he dropped his powers and the gurney instantly gained nearly 160 pounds. Percy's weight of about 150 and the stone's weight of about 20.

"Jeez, Perce, no idea you were so heavy," Thalia grunted as she applied her strength into holding up the stretcher. She regained her grip and snorted as she watched Nico fail to gain any sort of hold.

Nico scowled but couldn't remain with the face as he had to keep shifting his hands to keep a grip on the stretcher. Finally, he managed to secure a tight enough hold on it so that they could begin their walk toward the smoking city in the distance. It would be a long walk, but Nico supposed with a bit of Shadow-travel later, they'd end up making it in less then 2 days.

Still, his heart raced and he wished it was shorter. Percy quite honestly did not have 2 days to wait for medical help. He needed it pronto. He was strong, but nobody could out-strength death.

The silence the two teenagers walked in was unbearable for both ADHD teens. Their brains kept telling them to say something; anything to break the weighted silence. Neither knew what to say, thus keeping their mouths shut.

'Percy, how do you get hurt like that...?' Thalia wondered as she studied over the fallen demigod of the water. He breath was still quite labored and his chest rose slowly as he struggled to keep breathing. Even with all the training and all the running, Percy's body remained quite slim. His muscles were visible, but he was still mildly small for what the Hunter had come to expect. Not saying 6 foot was small, but coming to see movies like Hercules, she had half-expected Percy to look insanely muscular.

However, that didn't stop Thalia from admitting to herself that if Percy wasn't her cousin, he'd actually be deem-able as kind of 'hot'.

'Why are we here...?' She felt herself wonder. Since waking up, she had no recollecting memory of being visited by or talked to by a god. She was just mildly sick and had went back to her tent for the night to rest. Then she woke up some place in Germany, and she was fine.

What was going on?

Thalia continued to carry her half of the load without complaint. After all, Percy was depending on them.

"Nico?"

The teen of the deceased didn't turn his head, but he did pick his head up slightly. Thalia noticed her body turn a bit more rigid, indicating that he'd been thinking of something personal and that he was on the defensive now.

'Note: ask Nico later.'

"I had a question about Percy," Thalia said, lightly shifting the position of her arm to avoid a cramp or muscle strain.

Nico nodded, waiting for her to continue.

"I thought that Percy had the Curse of Achilles."

Nico didn't stop moving, but once more, his body turned rigid and his arm muscles tightened.

Turn his head slightly as to project his words better, Nico spoke. "He did; but somehow, we traveled across time. Blessings of the Greek don't work across time. Anything that was a blessing doesn't pertain here."

"So I'm technically not under Artemis's blessing?" Thalia asked aloud. Nico nodded.

"That's exactly what it means. We are still alive, but absolutely nobody knows you," Nico said, looking forward once again. Unbeknownst to Thalia, Nico winced and glared at the road ahead of him. He didn't mean to, but he knew that he was in deep, deep trouble.

He'd been sent into the Lotus Hotel as a way to escape from the war that was beginning. Hades, himself, had sent him and Bianca away to keep them safe. It was perhaps the only kind thing he'd ever done in his life for Nico. Now, though, he was out of the Hotel- and the war was going on.

Truthfully, the past Nico and Bianca were still safe and sound locked away in the hotel, but he was still technically the past Nico. He had no idea what would happen if his dad figured out he wasn't in the Hotel.

Thankfully, Nico knew that Thalia hadn't caught onto his small slip-up. He'd said 'you' instead of 'us'. Since he hadn't been lying, it just made things a bit better. He knew eventually he'd have to deal with things though, and when they came up, it'd be rough. Thalia knew Nico was in a hotel for a long time, she just didn't exactly remember the time period.

"So, are we close to anything?" Thalia asked sounding a bit out of breath.

Nico was silent. He didn't quite know how close, or far, they were to anything. To be honest, he didn't even know if they were even going in the right direction anymore.

"Urgg..."

Both teenagers halted in their tracks. Thalia's eyes shot up and landed directly on the slightly moving Percy. Nico lowered the gurney onto the ground and immediately prepared for anything.


Percy had no idea what was going on. All he knew was that his body was in severe pain, his head was pounding like he'd just gotten thrashed by Clarisse and there were voices coming from in front and from behind him.

Multiple times, he tried opening his eyes, but it was like someone had glued his eyes shut. His eyelids just failed to comply with his requests. So, he attempted to move. Shift his weight, anything that required movements. However, like his eyelids, his bodily muscles refused to acknowledge that he was trying to move, and thus, he was locked in place.

That didn't stop the pain from spiking every time he attempted, though.

Finally, Percy decided that he was better off alerted whoever had him then sitting in his prison of no movement. Even if he was captured, it would give him some kind of idea as to where he was or what had him. Plus, he could try and contact Grover with their Empathy Link- if he survived long enough to call out, that is.

At first, Percy noticed his mouth was dry and his tongue was thick. Also, the nauseating taste of blood filled his stomach and coated his tongue. Now that he was awake, he felt severely sick and ready to hurl. Taking a few breaths to try and force the feeling away, Percy mumbled but noticed no noise came out.

Muscles, not working. Eyes, not working. Vocal chords, don't fail me now. Percy said to himself.

Yet, every word he attempted to say was met with no noise as he couldn't even get his mouth to open. Percy decided to put all of his effort into one possible noise.

"Urgg..." was all that came out. But it was obviously enough to draw the attention of his two carriers as he felt the movement cease and whatever he was on get placed onto the ground. Although his eyes weren't open, the dim light that fluttered through the thin skin of his eyelids faded a bit as he recognized a shadow being the culprit of the light banishment.

"Percy?" A voice asked. They were muffled and seemed a bit distant, but the intended effect was reached.

Percy did his best to use his voice, but his mouth refused to open correctly for the words. Instead, he slowly forced his eyes open against their will. He felt his right eye open, but his left eye remained shut. No matter how hard he tried, the muscles in his left eye weren't working. It was an exhausting effort, but slowly, he saw the outlines of two different people. One was a girl and one was a dark-haired boy.

"He's waking up!" the boy said anxiously. Unlike before, the voice was a bit clearer, as if someone had earmuffs on him and they were slowly getting removed.

"Tha? Ico?" Percy mumbled, his voice rough and edgy. His tongue still seemed thick and thus, butchered his words.

"Percy, stay still. You're hurt." The voice of Thalia reached his ears and, although his brain not working for him, he noticed something off about her voice. She seemed to be startled and worried. Worried about him.

Thalia was never heartless, but she never showed extreme worry about him, in specifically. It was always Annabeth that brought out her caring emotions; other than that, Percy brought out rage and occasionally her joking side.

Nico nodded, although Percy couldn't quite see that. Nico was on his left side; the same side his eye was refusing to open on. "How do you feel?"

"Wa-wa..." Percy managed out. He knew it was a childish way of asking for water, but it was the only way he could right now. His voice was incredibly hard to use.

He noticed Thalia and Nico exchange some kind of look.

"Do you have any...?" Thalia whispered, to which Nico slowly nodded.

"It's not much though."

He held up the bottle, and Thalia accepted it. She uncapped it and slowly tilted the water into Percy's mouth. It was barely opened, but she could see the redness of the liquid blood being washed away as the water trickled down Percy's teeth.

The son of the seas felt strength trickle into his limbs and his vision sharpened out. It wasn't much of a push, but everything became sharper and his body seemed to actually respond to his commands.

"Guys...?" Percy said still weak. "I can't feel my legs."


Oh shit. What's going on with that?!

I know what you're probably going to start wanting to do; and don't do it. Percy may be paralyzed, he may not. We don't know yet.

Well, I do, but you don't.

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