Disclaimer: I definitely do not own Percy Jackson.

I feel like I'm beginning to get into the whole Percy perspective without being first-person. I plan on doing 2-4 chapters in a specific characters view before switching. So this chapter, as well, will be in Percy's third person perspective.

Also, ages (if I've mentioned them before, tell me where and I'll correct it.) Percy is 17, Nico is 15, Thalia is 16. They might not be cannon-aged, but I'm sorry cause I really don't know they're age gaps and stuff.

Enjoy!

Percy

For the second time in less than a week, Percy felt his body slowly drift back into reality and throb like he'd just gotten his ass handed to him in a fight with Ares. His head throbbed like he'd downed several bottles of vodka and was just feeling the effects. He'd never drank, being 17 and needing his reflexes, but he certainly knew what happened during a hangover.

This sensation was quite comparable in his eyes.

The first thing Percy noticed was that he was floating. Not in space, or in the air, but in a large glass dome- like an aquarium. He was like a fish in a bowl right now and that certainly didn't appeal to him. However, the quick pace of his recovery was appreciated due to the water. He could see through the glass, noticing he was inside some sort of large tent. Much like the ones Artemis used for her hunt.

He wondered if perhaps, Artemis had found him. There had been a girl fighting Nico... and that was something a Hunter would do.

The second thing Percy noticed was his clothing; or lack of, therefore. He was clad only in a pair of plain black shorts made similar to that of a wetsuit. They ended slightly above his knees.

"The dead awaken."

Percy blinked and looked about his bowl-like prison. On the outside of the bowl, there was no one. The royal blue felt of the tents was the only thing Percy could see. He frowned, wondering if he'd just imagined the voice.

"Wrong side," the voice said again, this time with a bit of a giggle. It was feminine and seemed to be harmless, yet Percy knew to trust that alone. He willed the water to rotate him (since his legs still seemed to be limp) and he came face-to-face with a girl who seemed to be about 18. She was moderately tall- although, Percy couldn't quite compare since he was floating in a canister.

She had tanned skin, although lighter then his own. She wore body armor that ran up her chest and down past her hips, ending just above her knee. The armor went to her shoulders and stopped. Underneath that was a long-sleeved baby blue shirt and leggings. Her midnight black hair was long and straight, covering one of her eyes.

Her eyes, though, caught Percy's attention the most.

He'd immediately recognized her as the same girl who had fought Nico, but her eyes were something he hadn't gotten the best glimpse of. He'd originally thought they were sparkling blue. They were sparkling, just not full blue.

Instead, they were crystal-like blue, almost like a very light baby blue, like clear water in a tidal pool with the moon glistening off its surface.

"You're safe, brother," She said with a small smile. Her eyes held no malice and he could immediately tell she was a daughter of Poseidon.

"You... you know who I am?" Percy asked slowly, testing his voice. It was still a bit rough, but it seemed to come out smoother then it had back when he'd first woken up. Then he realized something else.

"Did I just talk underwater?"

The girl giggled, seemingly amused at his antics.

"Yes; you are a son of Poseidon, like I said. However, beside that, I don't know who you are." The explanation was short and sweet, yet the girl didn't seem to mind Percy's denseness.

"Perseus, but I go by Percy... and yeah, I'm a son of Poseidon," Percy said lamely. He found himself being a bit creeped out by the stare she was giving him. It wasn't malicious, but it was a bit... exploitative. It was almost like she was undressing him with her eyes- even though he wasn't wearing anything other than his boxers.

Her eyes darted from his exposed abdomen than back to his eyes. He felt a blush sprinkle his face, but he also felt a sense of insecurity. It unnerved him to think this girl was in control of the situation.

She licked her lips, causing a shudder to run down Percy's back. Only, the shudder was not anticipation, but instead, a bit of worry. "I'm Nerine, one of the lead commanders in the army of Poseidon."

Percy felt his brain immediately begin to try and link the name. He'd heard of it before; maybe not that specific name, but he'd heard the version of it, he was sure of it.

Truthfully, he had no idea why he was trying to figure it out.

'Maybe it's due to dating Annabeth for so long, she's just worn onto you,' Percy reasoned with himself as he thought. The two demigods stood and floated in silence, neither knowing exactly what to say. Percy just kept thinking, being sure he'd known that name in the histories.

"Like Nereus?" Percy blurted. He cursed his ADHD and repulsiveness; it made him speak without thinking.

Nerine smiled. "Yes, I have been related to him in many ways. People often same I'm a female-version of him. But, just call me Coral. It sounds more feminine."

Percy just nodded and perced his lips.

"So..." Coral began, a flirtatious look in his deep crystal blue eyes, "How do you feel?"

Percy was about to reply, but he went silent as he began to actually think about it. His head was throbbing, that was certain. However, his sight was much improved- he could see much more clearly than he could before. He could see out both eyes.

'Thank the gods for that...'

"My legs..." Percy mumbled after a moment's silence.

The look on Coral's face told Percy all he needed to know and more. He was still paralyzed.

She began to play with her hair in a futile distraction to take her eyes away from him and Percy immediately knew he looked a bit worse than he felt. Not like the paralysis helped any.

"I'm sorry..." she whispered. "We tried to patch you up as best we could. Poseidon gave you a unique blessing. Healing yourself with water; that's not a common trait among his children. In fact, only about 1 in every 98 kids have that ability. You're a rare one."

She went on, not giving Percy the moment to ask any questions. "But that doesn't mean you're invincible in the water. You can't heal over some wounds, and even larger ones still will leave scarring if it takes too long to close those wounds. Such is why a few of your larger lacerations are going to scar. In fact, they have."

Percy took the moment to glance down at his body. Along his abdomen were a few light pink and white lines littering his skin. They were spread out and not too numerous, but still there. Then, he noticed the black stitching in his thigh.

"I see you've noticed your thigh," Coral said, a hint of guilt in her voice. "Yeah; there's another thing. Wounds too large or too deep won't heal if they aren't submerged in clean water immediately. Seems you got yours a bit too early and weren't able to get to water fast enough. We had to crudely stitch those up."

Percy noticed something off as she spoke. "You said those."

Coral nodded, not quite understanding Percy's question. Or maybe she did, but refused to admit to what he was referring to.

"There are more?"

Coral sighed and began to absentmindedly toy with her shining black hair. "Yes, there's a very long slice on your back. It was deep enough to severe a few vital connections in your spinal column, hence your... walking problem."

"I see," Percy said quietly. "Is there anything else?"

"Well, despite your luck in being alive, I'd suggest not pushing it. Your body is just not in the shape to move, let alone fight. You've lost a significant amount of blood and your still in a concussed state. Sleeping is bad for you, but you desperately need it. It's almost like your body is being drained of its energy..."

Percy grimaced. He knew exactly what was draining his strength, but he had no idea how it was doing so. The Curse of Achilles shouldn't be active, since it had obviously failed in its duties to protect Percy. But obviously, it was still taking his strength and leaving him weak. So that meant...

Was it possibly his body was somewhere else?

"Are you still with me?"

Percy blinked multiple times, trying to get his head back to reality- or wherever he really was. Coral was looking at him with a bit of worry written on her face.

"I'm here," Percy mumbled.

"Are you okay?"

Percy debated the answer a second, before nodding hesitantly. It was obvious, however, from the look of Coral's face that she didn't believe him in the slightest.

"Perseus, are you ok-"

"Where are my friends?" Percy asked suddenly. Coral blinked and frowned.

"Huh?"

Percy knew sometimes he was a bit indirect and thus, people didn't know what he was talking about, but he knew that was not the case in this scenario.

"Where are my friends?"

Coral looked away once more. This time, however, she didn't play with her hair or even act innocent or guilty. She just turned away from Percy, causing him to begin to worry.

"I don't know who you're talking about. We found an enemy in your presence, hence your injuries," Coral said slowly. Percy felt his anger begin to bubble underneath his skin and didn't care that the water was responding to his anger. Bubbles began to flurry about the tube and the water began to slowly rotate around the time traveler. His eyes flashed dark green and he grit his teeth.

"What."

Percy's word came out not as a question, but as a statement. A demand.

"One enemy and one possible enemy. The son of Hades and the daughter of Zeus; both seem possibly hostile as they did attack. They're both being held now, worry not."

What Coral said was not what Percy wanted to hear. In fact, although Coral had meant it to sound caring and good, it had the absolute opposite effect.

"Let me see them. NOW!"

Coral flinched at Percy's strong tone. He was positive she'd expected him to be happy and thankful for their assistance- not angry and even hostile. He couldn't believe his friends- his only companions in this foreign time- had been taken hostage while he recovered.

It was almost a punch in the face for their heroic efforts in keeping him alive.

"I-I can't!" Coral said. Percy's eyes narrowed and his anger bubbled again. Every nerve in his body told him to break down the glass and make his way to where they were being held. Even if he couldn't walk.

"Why."

Coral looked him straight in the eye. "It's not in my jurisdiction. I'm the war consultant, NOT the leader."

Percy opened his mouth to argue with her more, but found he had nothing he could say. He could threaten her some more, but it would do no good. There was no way she'd go against her codes as part of the army. Secondly, it wasn't all her fault. Lastly, she was still a sibling. And he was scaring her because he was letting his rage get the best of him.

Instead of saying anything else, he sighed.

"Can you please do all you can to make sure they're not in harm's way? They're friendly, I promise."

Coral looked at him skeptically, to which he didn't miss. Speaking quickly, Percy made sure to amend the mistake.

"Friendly to me. I doubt, since they were attacked, they'll be too cooperative. Please, trust me. I have no reason to lie." Percy almost was sickened by the desperation in his tone, but he knew it was completely necessary. The only way he'd get through to her was to essentially go to desperation level.

"I suppose..." Coral said slowly, not taking her eyes off of Percy. "I can go now... but we need to have a meeting about you."

Percy suppressed his surprise, and instead, immediately took up her offer. "Anything."

Coral sighed. "I will go now." She than gave him a small smirk. "Don't go anywhere."

Without another word, Coral spun on her heels and walked out of the tent, Percy's eyes glued to her backside. She was quite... endowed, he had to admit. He couldn't help but remember that since gods didn't have DNA, it was all fair-game.

'Gross.' Percy thought to himself, shaking the thought away.

'Percy, chill.' He thought once more. 'You've got Annabeth. Wherever she is...'

Percy sighed.

It was going to be a looong day.

So, what did you think of that? Good, bad... I don't know. I wasn't too pleased, but I think it's decent.

Leave me your reviews and don't freak out. This will be a Percabeth, this is just a small thing.