TT: WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO WRITE?

HK: HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?

RW: JUST WRITE IT!

HK: AHHHHH! T.T

Disclaimer: Still don't own PJO o_o though, this story seems to have strayed further from that then we ever planned it to. We were kinda gonna have the world saved in the first book. As you can see, that never happened.

Tia's POV

The smell of ash and smoke hung heavily in the air. I was well aware of Derek's arm over my shoulder, being half-dragged back to the base. His arms were black and he looked like he had several burns, probably major. He stumbled along, eyes focused on the ground. He was coughing often. I could tell he was ready to faint any second.

"Derek."

He didn't respond.

"Derek!" I stopped, and he fell over, coughing violently. "Are you okay?"

Derek tried to nod, but doubled over in another round of coughing. I kneeled next to him, and he tried to breathe again. His breath was shaky. "You're not okay. Oh, quit acting hero..." I shook my head. "Let's make camp here for the night so you guys can rest up a bit."

Shawn sat down next to me, lying Nikki down next to him. His fingers stroked her hair gently, as if not to wake her.

I pulled out a roll of gauze and looked at Derek's burns. They were one and two degree burns, with some three degree. I took out my water bottle and splashed some water onto the gauze. I began to wrap the burns. Derek sighed contently as the cool water touched the wounds. "Look what you got yourself into..."

"I-I had to..." His body gave into another round of coughing. His face was distorted into a look of pain. I wondered how much ash he actually had in his lungs. I gave him my water bottle once the coughing subsided. Derek drank it thirstily.

I glanced over to Shawn. He had taken out a roll of gauze as well. He was gently splashing Nikki with water, and his power was causing the water to stay strictly on the burns. While he did that, he wrapped her arm up. "I wonder what took them so long to get out of the fire." he wondered aloud. I shrugged.

"W-we got everyone... We could out..." Derek rested his head on the dirt. He had dumped some water on his face, and now it wasn't black from the smoke.

"That was really brave." I responded. On a normal basis, I would have smacked him and screamed, "WHAT THE HELL? YOU COULD'VE DIED!"

I cut him some slack because I really wasn't sure if he could make it back to the base alive. I could plainly see his struggle to stay conscious.

"Derek, just go to sleep. You need to rest." I insisted. Derek looked at me. "I'm serious." I took two fingers and closed his eyes for him. "Now quit giving me that look. Go to bed..." Derek sighed, and was out in an instant. Now I just hoped he wouldn't die in his sleep.

I looked over to Shawn. I saw him wrapping Nikki's forearm with one hand, and stroking her hair with his other hand. I saw the expression on his face, and wondered what he could possibly be thinking about.

Nikki's eyes fluttered. Shawn jolted out of his reverie as her eyes opened. She looked up at him and smiled. "Why is it whenever I'm hurt, it's you that's wrapping my arm up in gauze?"

Anna's POV

Sam and I were sitting in a corner of a crowded room. Her eyes were red, and tears were pouring in rivers down her face. I had my arm around her, trying to calm her down. "It's okay..." Sam shook her head.

"He's a godling. Not a god. He can... Still d-di.." she stifled another sob. "You saw that explosion. He didn't make it out. He's not coming back..."

"You don't know for sure until Tia and Shawn come back. Who knows?" I considered the odds of them returning with Derek and Nikki. Not good, I thought, but Sam would want to hear it. "Maybe they're on their way with them now!"

"Or n-not."

"Sam." I turned her head so she would look at my face. "Even if they didn't make it, they gave their lives for the lives of everyone here. For the hundreds here." I brushed a tear away with my thumb. "They're heroes."

Sam sniffles and wiped her eyes. "Yeah. T-that doesn't mean..."

"They wouldn't have wanted to die any other way. And they also wouldn't want us mourning them while we could be helping the injured." I stood up and offered my hand to her. She stared at it for a moment, then took it. I pulled her up and we walked out of the room.

Ever since we brought the escapees, Daedalus' Workshop had grown at an unbelievable rate. We had five times more room and space. "Isn't it amazing? It's like the labyrinth wants us to fight back!" I marveled aloud. Sam nodded.

Kris sprinted over to us, "Hey, have you seen Tia and Shawn?"

"No, you haven't either?" I asked. Kris shook her head.

"Where the hell are they? Its almost 1 in the morning! They should've been back HOURS ago." Kris shook her head.

"What do we do?"

"I'm gonna go and look for them." Kris decided. "Can you two, like, show people around, find beds for everyone and play doctor for a bit? Thanks guys, you're lifesavers. Oh, and watch Zack and Dylan. I don't want them picking fights now. Bye!" She sprinted away, towards the temporary exit. I rolled my eyes.

"Sure, I'd be happy to help, thanks for asking first..." I walked over to a random cot that we set up in the living room, and looked down at one of my first patients. I examined the many wounds, and then looked at her face. I felt as if the breath was knocked out of me. The girl stared up at me with innocent eyes.

"GENESIS!"

She smiled, "Miss me?"

Kris' POV

I casted an invisibility spell on myself, and I set off. I sprinted up the stairs and shoved over a twisted piece of metal, emerging in the wreckage of the Empire State Building. How symbolic, I thought bitterly. I pulled my jacket closer around me, as if I could feel the ghosts of the gods haunting me. Perhaps my mother. Gods can die, in their own way. But I cannot see the gods whom we worship and honor and die for, being so weak as to give up despite everything. But I have no doubt that some have.

I shrug off the feeling and keep walking. I can see the flames, burning in the distance despite the city's firemen's protests, with smoke bursting upwards, creating a new sort of grey covering over Manhattan. I saw others passing by, shooting either slightly pleased or angry, depending on weather they were human or someone who has a rank in the Titans' lil' rag-tag military. This sparks a hope in me. A spark I hope will ignite a flame. Me and my friends are flames, but we are not enough.

I come to a sudden realization. I suddenly feel like a book character, from my old favorite series, from a few years back. I remember seeing the box-set in a spare room in our base, and I would pick it up and read them. What was it again? The Hunger Games. Yes, I remember. A spark. A flame.

The flames grew. Into an inferno that devoured the Capital. The girl- Katniss- and her friends and family started a controversy. They destroyed the evils of their country to create a new one. Through a spark. That became a flame. That became a burning rebellion.

Will our spark ignite here?

HK: OW!

TT: SHORT!

HK: NOT!

TT:SHORT!

HK: OH AND YOU'RE THE ONE COMPLAINING! *tackles*

RW:….. o_o Where are Nikki, Shawn, Tia and Derek? Will they be caught? Who's genesis? And what is Kris going on about? STAY TUNED!