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So, I had fun writing this one, so I hope you like it, and trust me, if you're a fan of Luke then you will :)


And so I waited; time seemed to pass slower then ever before, and I had no control over it. Ever since Kronos spoke to me there was little more I could think about. At first I spent hours comprehending my past, my present, and evidently, my future.

I thought of my father's words Once Percy Jackson is dead, and I couldn't help but wonder if that was what I wanted. He seemed so innocent and gentle, could that same young boy bring forth my demise? Could this boy truly lead to my death? This was the same boy who had raced through the grounds with me only a few days ago.

But those days were long gone now. It felt like I had been trapped for years. My back ached from those hours spent on the hard mattress, my stomach was empty, for I had not eaten since the airplane, and I could feel my body slowly feeding off the little fat on me. I sat there, frozen on the rough floor, my strawberry-blonde hair hanging limp on my shoulders.

I was beginning to lose faith in my father's accomplice. Who here would possibly defy Chiron and their fellow campers for me? How could anyone betray people like Percy and Alex and Luke…?

Luke; you would think that with my predicament I would have enough to think about, but I couldn't help thinking about him. I don't know whether it was the way his eyes glimmered beneath a fountain of blond or the way his scar crinkled whenever his face broadened into a sly grin. The longer I remained thinking of him the more I began to fantasize his perfect lips pressing against mine and his strong arms caressing mine as his hands cupped my face gently, holding me close.

Then the vision would be lost with the echo of my father's over-ruling voice pounding in my head. As much as it was a comfort to my dreams all these years, it was a weight on my shoulders that I could hardly bare; I was the daughter of the Lord of the Titans. Kronos was feared by anyone with any sense, this was the legacy that I was expected to continue. I had always been quiet in crowds, never really noticed let alone feared. Of course I would get the odd class-mate asking me if I was okay, which I would always reply to with a trivial smile and nod.

I felt my body sinking under that pressure; how could I ever be as imperial as my father if I was a prisoner to an innocent camp? How could I amount to anything more than a weak, orphan girl, lost in the world with nothing and no one to guide her? This reality brought forth a single tear; a tear that carried the weight of my aching heart growing with troubles over the years. I had never been as scared for myself as I was at this very moment, even after being bounced from one home to another dealing with the most horrendous guardians imaginable. William was not the first man who had tried to harm me, but no matter how much I begged for a different placing the foster agency would seldom abide my wishes.

An abrupt knock at the door drove me from my mind's uncertainties. Shaking, I rose to my feet, hand still cuffed to the bedpost. Slowly, the door opened and in-stepped an unexpected soul; it was Luke. He pushed him hair back roughly as he closed the door behind him, he then spun briskly on his heel to face me. I tried to speak; I tried to be as crass to him as I was to Chiron and the others, but I couldn't, my mouth was frozen in a trance of it's own.

"I though you might want some company," he finally said, breaking the cold silence of the room.

Swallowing hard I said, "And what made you think that?"

Luke opened his mouth to speak, his scar stretching with the effort, but then he closed it again and simply stared out the small window into the darkening sky.

"Have they decided what they're going to do with me?" I asked hesitantly, frightened for the answer.

"I'm not sure," Luke tentatively drew his gaze from the window onto me, and when his gaze met mine I suddenly felt a cold breath in my ear as if someone was there, but there was no one, Luke and I were alone; all alone. "I've never seen Chiron treat someone like this before, I always thought him to be…well…"

His gaze drifted down to the floor, I tried to take a step forward to comfort him, but the metal snagged my wrist not allowing me any closer. "You thought him to be better than this?"

"I guess he's right," Luke whispered so quietly that I had to strain my ear to hear him.

"Who's right? Chiron?" I asked, eagerly.

"Oh, no, um…"

It was then that I smiled for the first time since the courtyard with Percy, my breath drew out into a small laugh.

"What?" Luke looked almost offended.

Shaking my head I whispered, "Nothing, just when you were on top of the hill you seemed so sure of yourself, but now…"

"Oh," his face formed that adorable smile that I had been waiting for for days now.

I joined him in a short laugh on the subject before I sat back down on the cot, rubbing my wrist, which was sore from the cuff digging into it these pasty days.

"I'm sorry about that," Luke said pointing at the handcuff and sitting down next to me.

I shrugged, "Yeah, well, what're you gonna` do?"

He didn't answer, only drew his gaze up from the cuff to my face, his sky-lit eyes focusing intently on my lips. He leaned slowly towards me, and as I closed my eyes I felt his warm lips press against mine in an adoring kiss. I felt his hands cuff my face gently pulling me closer and closer to him. I took an eager gulp of air and then gripped his head with my free hand taking him in with gulps of desire.

The world faded away; all I could think of was Luke's body so near to mine, his thoughts fitting snug with mine like a jigsaw puzzle. All thoughts of my father vanished from my mind, all worries of my future faded; the only reality was the brilliant present of Luke and me.

Never in my life had I been kissed until now. In my pitiful life I had never remained in one place long enough for any chemistry to come to life; keeping to myself was how I had always lived until now.

As I breathed in Luke's fresh breath I began to notice tears forming in my eyes and finding their long paths down my face. I began to weep like never before; I bent my head low, my tears creating a puddle between Luke and I.

Hands still cradling my head, Luke said, "What is it?" He spoke to me as one would to a crying newborn aching for its mother's warm embrace.

Lifting my gaze into his deep blue eyes I opened my mouth to speak, his eyes were so welcoming it became a task in itself to stop myself from telling him the truth. I could not stand the fact that in a few days time Luke would discover my treachery and I would fight to inevitably bring the downfall of this camp and everybody in it.

"I-I can't…" I whispered, pulling myself out of his longing grip.

Brushing his hair out of his eyes Luke peered through my own bangs into my eyes and when he spoke I spent nearly all my effort to keep from kissing him once more. "I know this is hard for you, but trust me, you will soon understand everything. You just gotta` hang in there."

Wiping the last tears from my now-swollen eyes, I gazed up shyly at Luke, "What do you mean?"

Luke didn't answer me, he merely kissed my forehead one, sweet, last time before he arose from the hard cot, opened the door and before it slammed shut he shot me one final brilliant smile, which I struggled to return.