Okay, this is my third chapter for you guys. I hope you do like it. Someone PMed me screaming at me for making it ALMOST about Percy Jackson. You won't get what I mean unless the person is you. So, I hope you all know who Lucas is, even if I didn't say his last name. I will end this chapter, or the next(I won't tell which), with his last name and(hopefully) you will know who he is related to in PJO. Hint: The character is in both PJO and HOO series. Please review and leave any comments or ideas there for me. I will PM you.

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Artemis

She awoke to the sound of a ringing object. Her head pounding, she sat up. Looking around her she saw that she was in some sort of room, a writing desk in a corner and two entryways. There was some sort of cabinet have open with warm clothing. The floor was fuzzy looking, strange to Artemis. That was when she realized she felt warm.

Artemis looked down to see that she was covered by blankets on a comfy block of some white color. When she lowered the sheets she gasped. She was dressed in a warm pair of pants and a cotton shirt that seemed to belong to a male. The male.

She looked at her surroundings again. She hadn't come here. The male must have taken her to this place. His hotel, he had said he would take me to his hotel. She tried to clear the buzzing in her head and the weird feeling in her chest when she thought of the man. He had warm blue eyes, the eyes of a soft wolf, one who had family to care for and accepted another to its den. Her heart warmed at the thought of when she had collapsed and he had carried her easily without gripping her too hard or too loosely. She felt her face flush when she thought of how he had felt across her shoulders and back.

She shivered, What is wrong with me? This is a male mortal, I am sworn off all men. Don't act this way. She scolded herself. This male was one of millions in the world. Maybe he had a family, but he was on vacation or on assignment. No, do humans still send others on quests? No, only gods do so to demigods and heroes, so that the gods only sit around and wait til' the hero comes back with what they were asked for.

She felt the walls coming closer, making her feel weak and surrounded like a deer surrounded by wolves. What did the humans call it? Claustromantis?

She jumped out from under the blankets and found her feet bare. An aroma of strawberries startled her. She smelled her hair and a stronger aroma of the fruit came to her nostrils. Had she been bathed before placed under the blankets? And changed? This is a violation of privacy for a goddess of great power. A male saw me undressed? And bathed me? She felt her cheeks burn once more. He had seen her fully undressed and bathed her before putting her above the comfy white box.

The clothes felt warm on her skin. He must not have clothing for women if he had dressed her in clothes of his own. She walked to the left entryway and found another room. This one had a big chair with cushioning and space for three mortals. There was a box with a screen and a smaller box with buttons.

She felt strange in the confines of a hotel, if this was a hotel. She had heard over the centuries that hotels had rooms and each few rooms connected to make an "apartment". She never got one of the ones on Olympus because she did not like being trapped by concrete and metal and wood.

"Look who woke up late." She spun at the familiar voice and her heart buzzed as she looked to who it was. The man looked at her with concern. "Are you alright." His hand tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. She could feel her cheeks heating up.

"Y-You dressed me." She stammered. The great goddess of the Hunt? Stammering in the presence of a male?

He rubbed the back of his neck, as if she made him nervous or uneasy. "I had to undress you so that I could give you a bath. I didn't look! I swear." He said it as his face blushed fiercely. "I dressed you and put you in my clothes, because I have no other clothes, but I did buy you some women underwear, so you wouldn't use mine." As his face turned another darker shade of blush she felt herself blushing fiercely. "I put you in my bed, which I guess you know already, because, you woke up in bed. So, yeah." He rubbed his neck again as she thought, So that's what it's called. Should she admit she didn't know what he said she must have known?

She felt her face flush worse. She looked away. "I do not know, actually." He looked at her in confusion and she turned away, embarrassed. She heard an intake of breath, meaning he understood, and felt as he put his hand on her left shoulder.

"Do you not live in a house?" She shook her head and again he breathed in.

"I, live in all of the woods." She said, not mentioning anything about Olympus.

He shrugged. "Well, I guess I could tell you about house stuff. Let's sit on the couch so you don't get tired of standing. As he walked to the chair looking object, she paused before walking over to it. She sat down as he saw her expression. "You didn't know what a couch was, did you?" She shook her head and he did the same. "It's just, so strange for you not to know of so many household objects. How about a television?" He gestured to the screen box thing. She shook her head as he named and pointed at other objects.

She listened as he told her of the many things people have in their homes and how to use them.

She enjoyed listening to him, his voice the only sound in the room. After he finished he asked, "So, where do you live?" She stiffened at the question and he apologized. "Sorry, I forgot that you said you lived in the woods." After some silence he asked. "What's your name?"

"Diana." She told him. It was true. One of her many names was Diana. He nodded.

"My name's Lucas." Then he looked at her seriously. His kind face that made her feel like being in his arms-

Pain shot through her head, causing her to gasp as Lucas reached his arms out to her so that she didn't fall off of the couch but into his outstretched arms. She felt his body heat as her head pounded harder. He did as he did in the woods and carried her in his arms as he walked into the bedroom. He laid her on the bed as he quickly ran to the doorway to the bathroom and came back with a bottle of some kind of liquid. "Here, drink this." He gently opened her mouth and tipped the fluid into her mouth. It tasted bitter, she tried to spit it out but he closed her mouth and covered her nose, forcing her to swallow.

She felt her conscious slipping away, her vision darkening. Before everything went dark she felt his breath against her ear as he said, "Sweet dreams."

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