A/N alright, so here's part 2! It's mainly Thalia's POV though, cuz Percy was MIA for bit, but yeah. Let me know what you think!

6

Thalia hated to admit it, but when Percy's face popped up out of nowhere, she panicked. His eyes were wide, and a little crazed, and he kept glancing around like he was being followed. He had a gash down the side of his face that looked pretty bad. His shirt was slashed and he was so out of breath it took him a minute before he could speak.

"Thals," he panted, "Where are you?"

"Central Park," she replied, her heart rate climbing.

"Oh, perfect. I need your help." He gave her directions to a street only a few blocks away before yelping and turning around to face whatever was attacking him.

Thalia made excuses quickly and ran down the street, leaving her band of sisters behind.

She heard her destination before she saw it, which was quite impressive since the thing after Percy was a 10 foot tall giant, who was chucking a car at him. Thankfully, he ducked and it sailed harmlessly over his head

Thalia drew her bow and started shooting at the giant. She realized pretty quickly that her arrows weren't really doing much, so she drew hunting knives instead and leapt into battle. Percy joined her and together they took the thing down, after a few more injuries.

Percy was in pretty bad shape. The gash on his face was still bleeding at he had at least a dozen other cuts. To top it off, he looked waxy and pale.

"Kelp Head! What in Hades happened?" Thalia demanded, rummaging around in her backpack for ambrosia.

"Giant kind of showed up. Stuff like that tends to happen when you're a demigod."

Thali rolled her eyes and tossed him a plastic baggy of the food of the gods, but he shook his head, "Ambrosia isn't really a good idea at the moment."

Thalia stared at him. "What? Why?"

Percy looked sheepish now. "Um, let's just say the chances of me burning up right now are significantly higher than usual."

Thalia glared now, "Spit it out Percy."

"Um...well...I kind of sort of maybe have a fever?"

Thalia could have screamed. He was sick and he was chasing a giant ( or being chased by one) all over New York. What was he thinking?

"How are you? Give me a number."

"Uh, a 6 I think. Yeah, a 6. It's not that bad Thals."

And it wasn't, compared to how bad it could have been. But even so, Thalia came with him to his house, apparently worried that he would 'keel over and end up dead in a ditch somewhere', and spent a few hours there with him, drinking soup and eating cookies, not because he couldn't handle a 6, but because she thought that a 6 shouldn't be handled alone.

7

Thalia was losing it. She was positive that someday very soon, she would wake up with a big gaping hole right where her sanity should be. And she had a very good reason to be losing it too.

Her cousin was missing. Missing, as in, dropped off the face of the earth. As in, no one had the faintest clue as to where he was. He had just...vanished. Disappeared. Poof.

Now, she had no idea where he was, how he was, if he was even alive. In the last three days, she had gotten the Hunters to literally comb over the globe, trying to find some trace, some clue, something. They had come up empty handed. But they weren't stopping. Not yet. Not until they found him.

The other Hunters didn't really get why Thalia was that worried. Sure, he was the hero of Olympus and all that, but he had a whole camp looking for him. Why was she freaking out? They didn't understand that he was her cousin. As good as her brother. The guy who drove her up the wall, but she loved more than life itself. They hadn't seen their fights, their arguments, everything that they shared. They didn't get it.

Currently, Thalia was binding wounds that she had gotten fighting a hydra an hour ago. One of the cuts were poisoned, and it hurt like crazy. The Hunters kept asking if she was okay, if she needed anything. She didn't answer.

Finally, her walls crumbled and she slumped onto the floor, her eyes filled with tears. He was to be okay, if he wasn't...she couldn't even think about the possibility. Because, unless he was okay, she wasn't, not completely.

She could literally hear him, demanding to know what happened, trying to get an answer, and finally just asking for a number.

Her wounds screamed and she bit her lip. 'A 7, Perce, I'm at a 7.'

And a 7 wasn't something you could manage on your own for long.

8

Maybe she should have IMed Jason, since he was her brother by blood and all, but she had spoken to him a couple of days ago, and she was a little more concerned about what state her cousin was in.

He was in the infirmary, his head wrapped up in a bandage.

Thalia couldn't help the gasp that escaped her. He looked horrible.

Percy saw her and managed a small, half dead, smile. "Hey."

"Hey. Perce, you look terrible. What happened to your head?"

"Blackjack took a hoof to it."

"WHAT?! Why would he do that?"

"Cuz I was possessed."

Thalia was plainly gaping now, looking so confused it was comic, so Percy brought her up to speed.

Once the story was finished, Thalia let out a low whistle. "Holy Zeus, that's crazy. How you holding up?"

"Honestly Thals? I think I'm at, like an 8. I feel like absolute schist."

Thalia winced. An 8 was bad. But, just then, the door opened and Annabeth slipped in. Thalia saw Percy's face light up and his muscles relax.

Then again, maybe he could handle an 8.

9

Thalia was positive that she was close to dying. The pain in her side was searing and she could barely think straight. That stupid giant 'hunter' had killed a lot of Hunters and Amazons, and had gotten a good shot into Thalia's ribs. It HURT, and there wasn't much she could do about it. She had ingested as much ambrosia and nectar as she dared, and had done everything she could think of for the pain, but nothing was helping.

Grace, a relatively new recruit, stood at the door of the text. "Thalia? Are you okay?" She asked.

Thalia wanted to nod but she couldn't bring herself to lie that blatantly. "Not really. I think I'm at a 9. Ouch. Yeah a 9."

Grace raised an eyebrow and looked confused, but Thalia wasn't planning on explaining. Not now, not ever.

10

The battle had ended. It had been long, bloody, terrifying and horrible, but now it was over. Leo had destroyed Gaia, and had disappeared in the process, which instantaneously gave everyone a new mission. But it would have to wait. Everyone was nearly dead.

Thalia found Jason first, and gripped him tight. Her baby brother was okay, and for a moment that made her overjoyed, but then she remembered her other brother, the one she hasn't seen in the flesh in nearly a year. She almost tripped over her own feet multiple times in her rush to find him.

Percy looked like something straight out of hell, which Thalia guessed was to be expected since he had recently come back from Tartarus. His eyes were darker than usual, and filled with so much pain and sorrow, it physically hurt to see them. He gripped onto Annabeth like a lifeline, maintaining some sort of physical contact with her at all times. He had been reduced to a skeleton, covered in wounds and scars.

She gasped at stared at him. It hurt to see him so tired, so broken.

He turned and looked at her, his eyes assessing her. She knew what he was seeing, the deep bags under her eyes, the scars on her arms, the cut above her eye, and most of all, the pain in her eyes.

"Hey Thals," Percy whispered.

She couldn't help it. She collapsed onto him, hugging him as though her life depended on it. She would've been embarrassed, but in the next second, he was holding her just as tight, if not tighter.

"1 to 10," she choked out, the sound muffled by his shirt.

"On three," he replied, face buried in her hair.

"1"

"2"

"10"

And maybe, just maybe, together, they could manage a 10.

A/N So that's it for this story. Hate it? Love it? Let me knowww. Much love :*