A/N: I hope that this doesnt come off cliche I trying very hard to put alot of variety and detail into these one shots. I would greatly apperciate your opinions. -FairlyGrimm

The Finding Files

"Be happy. It's one way of being wise."

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The heavy thud of my Nike Hunting boots as I ran down Broadway keep perfect triple time with my racing heart. The passing New Yorkers didn't even blink as I ran past them. To them this was just another face in a city of surprises. Compared to, I don't know, the monster with like seven heads that should be turning on to this street right about…

Loud screams broke out from behind me and the thick crowd of people around me dispersed every man woman and child running in all different directions. Save for me. Rae Heart, running straight down the street toward the Broadway-Wall intersection. I had no idea were I was going but something told me that somewhere was better than anywhere near that thing right know. The monsters heads bellowed out from behind me. A thunderous eruption exploded not two feet from where I was standing as one of it's heads tried to lunge for me sending a powerful tremor trough Broadway and Wall Street. Before I could catch my self I tumbled off the side walk and into the street right at the intersection of Broadway and Wall, falling heavily on my back.

I waited for a car, truck, something to run me over. It was rush hour on Wall street, it would miracle if I managed to make it out with a few broken bones. No cars came, no pain started I silently questioned if I were already dead. If I'd been hit the second I tripped. A quick painless death. Not exactly what id wanted, I always thought when I died it would be for something. That the pain would give me some what a satisfaction at the risk I took. There was peace in death. Silence.

Then in second if felt my self flying through air after being forcefully thrown by a large mass, and I knew that I wasn't that lucky.

But, I knew it was coming soon the force the thing had thrown me was to strong I would probably splatter upon impact. Even in my last moment I cursed my, every word in the book for putting up no fight. I hadn't even tried and suddenly I was completely disgusted with myself. I wanted a second chance so I could find a way to crush that stupid Monster out of existence. I knew wouldn't get it though.

But then just as my the brink at the height right when I was beginning to fall down and splatter myself all over Wall street, I stopped falling.

I'd landed almost gently on the back of what felt like a horse. I opened my eyes quickly to find myself on the back of a white flying horse with no wings along with a strange blonde boy in black. I felt a slight need to pass out after the near death experience I could still hear the creatures bellowing as we flew away from Wall street. We landing gracefully on the top of the Bank of America building.

He hopped of the white horse and walked over to the edge of the building not giving me a glance. I stared at this guy's back disbelievingly, he had flown in and saved her on his white horse, it defiantly qualified as one of the worst fairytale clichés she had ever seen.

I jumped off the horse and stood behind the guy and then forcefully turned him around to see a full out smirk on his face.

I looked him over quickly he was wearing black cargo pants with a charcoal Yankees jacket. His dirty blond hair was on the long side and his black bangs partially covered his eyes.

"Who do you think you are?" I asked him disbelievingly fighting back the temptation to knock him jaw.

"I think I'm they guy who just saved your life, but if I'm wrong please don't be afraid to correct me" He replied immediately a cocky smirk on his face as his stormy grey eyes just begged me to say different.

I just stared back at him my dark brown eyes narrowed, for the first couple of seconds id thought he had been kind of cute, but then he'd opened his mouth and made it clear that he thought so to.

If there was one thing I hated it was a cocky, narcissistic guy and he was clearly one of the worst.

"Speechless?" He asked innocently the grin not leaving his face for one moment as he scrutinized me cockily.

I couldn't hold myself back any longer, as I slapped him forcefully across the face his head turning from impact.

"Ohh, Burn she got you good boss!" A voice taunted from behind me, followed by a fit of laughter that sounded more like whinnying then laughter.

I turned around before the boy composed himself and actually realized what had just happened I turned on my heels and gawked at the horse who was now stomping his feet with laughter ignoring me completely.

"Yeah, Nice way to break it to her, Xanthus." The boy muttered gruffly trying to sound sarcastic stepping beside me his hand rubbing his bright red cheek. It took the horse a minute to calm down and get what he was saying.

"Oh, my bad" the horse neighed somewhat awkwardly looking down at his hooves shifting uncomfortably.

"Tell him it's ok, he's a little self-conscience." The boy whispered lowly leaning close to my ear. I turned my head half way because of his closeness so he could se the scowl on my face.

"I am not going to tell the horse anything, it's a horse." I droned back still staring unbelievingly at the horse who let out a sad whiny upon me saying so.

"Great, he heard you!" the boy groaned loudly then sent me a glare before walking to the horses side the cocky grin long gone from his face.

"Hey, you ok there buddy?" The boy spoke, softly gently rubbing the horses mane as he looked into it's

intelligent eye's.

"Yeah, whatever boss but, if you wouldn't mind can we leave the mean girl here? she kind of scares me." the horse, Xanthus replied softly lowering his voice to a whisper, that I could still hear very clearly, as he added the last part.

The Blonde boy looked over at me his eyes narrowed slightly a satisfied smirk on his lips. Oh come on he had to be kidding, he wouldn't leave me up here. Would he?

"That's alright with me, don't know why we even saved her," he said jumping skillfully on the horses back not breaking eye contact with me. " Well just tell Chiron we were to late, he'll get over it ."

"Annabeth would never believe you , boss." the horse said thoughtfully then he looked over at me then back to the boy again, "And if I had to guess, I'd say you don't want to make an enemy out of Ares."

The boy broke out into hysterical laughter, but then stopped suddenly like he were actually thinking over the possibility.

I had no clue what the horse, I mean Xanthus was talking about. Then it just dawned on me that I had just insisted on calling the talking horse by it's actual name and felt the urge to laugh, but another part of my convinced me to bit my tongue in fear of upsetting him even more.

"I guess your right." the boy groaned looking at me like a bag a trash that should have been taken out weeks ago, "Even if it's not Ares I wouldn't want to take the risk."

He jumped off Xanthus and made his way over to me a didn't stop until he was three inches from my face. I could feel his warm breath against my face and his expression completely.

"Was that the first time something like this has happened," he spoke quietly his face softening remarkably, "The Monster I mean."

I shook my head slowly thinking over all of the little things in my life that had seemed…odd.

"There's a place you can go, Camp Half-Blood, They teach you how to fight them" he said still not taking his startling grey eyes from mine, a strange feeling stirring deep inside me as a small, modest smile played on his lips. "I get the feeling you don't like running all that much?"

I out right laughed, and I couldn't help but grin at that. The looming feeling guilt took over me when I realized how wrong I'd been about him. Sure he was arrogant, but he had a softer side, and the balance was…nice.

"Ill take that as a no," He laughed silently, his smile growing wider after looking brightly at my smiling face and held out a hand to me, " So come with me, Rae?"

My eyes grew a little wider as he said my name. I had never told him my name. I thought about my home, the small orphanage on 5th avenue across from Bryant park. He knew, I could just tell, he hadn't treated me any different like most kids our age.

"I will…" I trailed off silently asking him to fill in my obvious.

"Taylor," he snorted at my pathetic attempt at humor, I took his hand and we mounted Xanthus.

I then topped off the weirdest day my life as the sun started to set, as cliché came to life as we rode in the sunset.

If you are confused about Xanthus, he was the horse of Achilles given the gift of speech from Hera so he could tell Achilles his fate. Altough his mother Thetis had already told him.