HELLOOOO! Sorry if my last chapter was short, but I promise that from now on my chapters will be longer. Sorry it took me so long to update, we went on vacation in California! Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own PJO, HOO, or Lost.

Percy POV

That girl from earlier. Her face, her hair, her creamy tan skin. And those eyes. Gray. One of the most unusual colors. I still haven't learned her name. Probably something fancy, like Lorette or Nancy. Or Annabeth.

Some of the boys, along with Piper (That girl has drive!) have built a giant signal fire. As the sun sets over the valley, a young woman with dark cocoa skin, curly cinnamon cappuccino hair, and golden-brown eyes is passing out blankets and airplane rations. She walks over to us Rachel and I and offers us a few packs of peanuts.

"Am I supposed to eat that?" Rachel asks disgustedly.

"Well, you can always go fishing or try the jungle." She replies, but not sarcastically, almost like she means it.

"I want what that girl over there is having," Rachel says, pointing to the blonde girl, who's eating some kind of sandwich. "Percy, go get it."

"Uh...she's a….special case…" Says the girl. "I'm Hazel."

"Percy." I say.

"PPPPEEERRRCCCYYYYYYYYYYY!"

"Rachel, hush, okay?" "PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"

"FINE RACHEL!"

I walk over to the blonde girl, who is sitting on a log with Piper and another dark-haired girl.

"Um...excuse me? I was wondering… um… for my girlfriend…. where did you get that?"

She gives me a look. "Umm… Piper just found it." Her voice is smooth, sweet, and melodic.

"Sorry to bother you. By the way, what's your name?"

"Annabeth."

Piper POV

I miss my chapstick. Like, not to be annoying, but HONESTLY! I have searched EVERY DAMN SUITCASE looking for chapstick. I looked in Will's first aid and hygiene bag, Thalia's toiletries, Katie's purse, and even my own bag, but still no chapstick. I know I'm on an island in the middle of nowhere, but hygiene is still important. I am not a savage.

The only person's suitcase I haven't searched yet is Drew's. I know

she's holding out on me. If I get a cold sore, it's her fault.

Anyway, we're all gathering around the fire to discuss all that has happened. I can finally get a good look at some other survivors. Annabeth, Thalia, and I all sit together. A cute, blonde, blue-eyed guy walks up to the center. He reminds me of Thals for some reason.

"I suppose all we can do is wait. The rescue plane should be here soon."

"Not true!" I yell, causing an uproar of whispers and gasps.

"Not true," I say again, softly this time. "We were miles off course. We lost the signal, and were looking for a place to land safely. But the pilot panicked and we crashed. They're looking in the wrong places."

"And who are you?" Asks a snobby redhead.

Oh. Her. That girl from earlier.

"I'm an attendant, remember? And even if they could track us, the front broke off, remember? It probably landed in the ocean. We couldn't get a signal from there."

The blonde boy looks at me sideways. "It broke off?"

I nod. "In the air. But the front windows shattered, so most people passed out. But I didn't. This one girl, I think her name was Miranda, flew out of the front, along with several bags and carts."

"And my sister," Says a young - 15 maybe- boy who looks like he'd be on the cover of Teen Angst Magazine. "Her name was Bianca. She was only 17."

"HOLD UP! Beyonce was on the plane?!" Asks a young-ish guy who looks like a Latino Santa's elf on 10 gallons of Starbucks.

The boy glares at him before getting up and stomping away, into the dark woods around us. Like I said. Angst.

"Nico! Wait!" Yells Will, the doctor/nurse.

Will turns to the kid. "What the HELL was that? He lost his sister! Do you have any sense of empathy?!"

The kid thinks for a second, and says nothing, but instead shakes his head and mutters "You Americans. You crazy!"

"ALRIGHT! THAT'S ENOUGH!" Yells a short, young, golden-eyed, chocolate- skinned girl from the back. "Piper, was it? What do you suppose we do?"

"Well, I guess the only thing to do is wait. The pilot had a radio in the controls. That's our only way to communicate. The back-up plan was that if we ever got in trouble to land on one of the course islands, the islands they'll look for if we crash. But the nearest one could be miles away."
"Or… maybe it's not. Maybe… it's closer than we think," Annabeth pipes up. "All we know is that we're somewhere in the Atlantic. How many course islands are here?"

"10." Says Drew, and everyone looks at her now. "The closest was about 6 miles from where we went wrong. And we flew down Southeast. So… It could be…. about…. 8 ½ miles from us."

"We can sail that. I know how." Says Percy, that nice guy from earlier. "Give me a boat, a crew, and a week's worth of supplies. With a bit of directions, I can get a few people there, and with this place's coordinates, we'll save everyone."
"But you forget, we don't have coordinates. Only a small idea of the location, and that's it." Says a squeaky voice from the back.

"Do YOU have a better idea?!" Will, Annabeth, Percy, and I yell at the same time.

No response.

"But first, we'll need tents to stay the night in. We'll talk in the morning. Get into groups of threes. Make a shelter." The blonde guy says.

"JASON!" Yells Drew, running over to the guy and throwing her arms around his neck. "Share a shelter with me. It'll be like my prom night all over again! Except my bra size has increased, so it'll be even MORE fun!"

"Cough-slut-Cough!" I say, loudly so she can hear it. The guy….Jason laughs a bit. Drew pouts.

With apologetic looks, two gorgeous girls walk over and grab Drew by the arms.

"Come and stay with us, Drew."

"LACY! KATIE! Let go off meee! I want to be with my Jacy-poo!"

The one named Katie rolls her eyes and her long, straight brown hair shimmers. "What happened to 'the customer is always right'?"

Drew sobs and tries to claw at Jason as Katie drags her away and Lacy skips around them, giggling at Drew. Annabeth and Thalia walk over to ask about tents. We decide to bunk together for tonight, and it takes Thalia and Annabeth about 1.5 minutes to build a tent. There were a few in the plane's survival kit, but most of the tents are just tarps hung up over branches with 3 flimsy walls made of blankets and clothes.

As we crawl, basically step inside, I claim a small patch of the tiny tent. I unroll my yoga mat- yes, I brought a yoga mat- onto the floor. I spread out magazines and put out an outfit for tomorrow, folding the rest of my clothes and setting them down.

"This is cozy."

"I'm going for a walk." Says Annabeth, putting out the rest of her belongings.

She goes outside. I wonder where she's headed.

Annabeth POV

That kid from earlier. The italian one. He lost his sister. I may as well go talk to him. If we're going to be stranded here, I should make some friends. He's standing on the sand, further down on the beach.

I walk over to him, and sit down next to him. He looks surprised.

"Hello."

"...Hi? Uh, can I help you?" "I was wondering if I could join you. The stars are really beautiful."

He thinks for a second, before responding. "Bianca loved the stars."
"I'm sorry. I.. may have lost someone too."

"Who?"

I put a hand on my stomach. "I….I don't know….if my… I'm 3 months." I start to cry. "My boyfriend broke up with me, and now… I'm alone. My baby might have left me, too."

He smiles. "You're not alone. I'm Nico.''

"Annabeth."

It's good to have a friend.