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Chapter 10: Sweet Room

"Our warmest greetings, from the staff of Shay an Re. Your rooms are on the 53rd floor. Here are four keys, as you've requested, Ms. Chase.

"Complimentary food is in your room. We've filled your fridge. Feel free to take the bathroom toiletries, and anything else.

"Your companions are also on the 53rd floor. We've reserved the floor for your guests.

"Dinner is at 8:30. We hope you enjoy your stay."

Annabeth had her arm around my waist; I was still kind of dizzy. We held our suitcases and my hand held on to the handle so tight my knuckles turned bone white. The room spun around a bit. Annabeth caught me as I almost crashed into the wall.

"Is your date okay?" the man asked. He was dressed in a black and white tuxedo with black dress pants and loafers. His hair was slicked back. "We have a professional nurse in the back."

Annabeth stiffened. "Nurse? As in woman?"

The man had a strange look on his face, like he didn't quite believe Annabeth was stable. Maybe she was like her date; the drunken teenage boy. "Yes, ma'am, nurses are usually woman."

Annabeth scowled. "He's fine," she snapped.

As we grouped into the elevator, the doors closed and the elevator dinged as it slowly descended up to our floor. Suddenly, it jerked, and we all pitched forward and slammed into the doors.

It shuddered, and for a horrible moment I thought, It's going to fall! But then it began to descend once more.

I didn't feel very good. The elevator spun like a revolving door. I stumbled and almost met the doors again, but Annabeth gripped my hand and pulled me back. I stood, back pressed up against the wall, and slid down, putting my head between my knees.

When the doors finally opened, Annabeth shook me lightly and we got out and grabbed our suitcases. We walked down the halls, looking for our number; 5345. When we found out, Annabeth slid her card in and the door opened.

It was the nicest place I'd ever been. It was pretty big; it had two king size beds, and a closet with hangers and an ironing board, and an actual iron. There was one bathroom right by the door, and one deeper in. There were abstract pictures on the wall and paintings of flowers and crashing waves, and a balcony overlooking the ocean. A large dresser with sixteen drawers was against the wall opposite to the beds, and there was a giant cabinet on the top with a game controller, and a flat screen TV. It had a TV guide and a GAMER guide, and a vanity table to the left with a heart shaped mirror, and four drawers full of brand new makeup and glitter and blush and all that girly stuff, and to the right, was an enormous fridge-full of soda and snacks and crackers and other goodies, just like the man had promised.

Nico whistled. "Sweet," he said.

Thalia nodded. "Me and Nico call the bed and bathroom closer to the door," she said quickly.

Annabeth nodded. "Percy and I'll have the bed and bathroom near the balcony."

The drawers under the flat screen were in two columns: two columns of eight. We got the side closer to the balcony. We decided we'd do first-person-there for the TV turns.

"What if we want to go on the balcony?" Nico asked.

"You won't," Thalia told him, and Nico got the dopey look on his face.

As we set up our room (Annabeth told us she'd booked the whole floor for a month; but she wouldn't tell us where'd she got the money) I wondered why Annabeth had been so worried earlier. We defeated a titan. We defeated her best friend, possible ex-crush, idol, mentor, tutor, and "brother." We'd opposed the gods; gotten them to change their ways. I'd defeated a minotaur. She defeated a Cyclops at age seven. Why didn't she have faith in us?

You don't understand. The Feline never fails. She's cunning, and knows your deepest secrets and your weaknesses and fears. She'll destroy you!

What could any monster do that's so bad as to make Annabeth feel scared?

Like the one in the labyrinth…I think it's the same one…she's hunting you down.

The same one.

~The one that almost killed you~

I straightened the bed sheets one last time. Then I walked onto the balcony.

Chapter 11: What Happens When I'm "Not Looking"

I sat down in the chair; one of the nice lean-back-pop-up-umbrella-built-in-drink-holder chairs. There were four; one for each of us. I tipped the umbrella forward so it covered my eyes to onlookers, but I could see inside. Another umbrella popped up in the back, blocking the midday sun. I glanced at a clock on the glass table on the balcony. It read 12:17.

I listened and watched the activities in the room. They thought I fell asleep. Let's see what they did while I was 'asleep.'

Annabeth went outside to get ice, and Thalia turned to Nico.

"A month?" she asked.

"Yeah," Nico said, looking in the fridge. He came back out with a 7up. "So?"

"Where'd she get the money?" she said curiously.

"Why would I know?" Nico said, trying to open the bottle. He shook it. I heard the bubbles fizzle.

"Nico!" Thalia screamed, snatching the bottle away. She opened it, and I thanked the gods they were on their side. The bottle exploded, splashing Thalia in the face, and wetting the bed, ceiling, and Nico's shirt. When the explosion stopped, Thalia's mouth was open in surprise.

"Nico," she growled.

Nico tried to apologize. "Hey, you were the one who took it-"

Thalia didn't listen. She tackled him onto the bed, pinning him down by putting her arms on either side of him. She growled like the Hunter's wolf. Maybe she was calling hers. Nico looked nervous. "Um, sorry?"

I was confused. Was she angry or taunting? I shifted sort of uncomfortably in my seat. Good show, but things might get out of hand soon, in two ways.

Thalia spread her legs onto either side of Nico's waist, and sat up. She smiled-not normally; either seductively or fiercely; not sure yet-and her fingers played with her collar; near the buttoned part. I had an idea of what was coming.

Yup.

She pulled the two parts of the shirt apart. It unbuttoned with a snap! and her black bra appeared.

I shifted again.

Nico's eyes bugged out of his head. Thalia smiled-seductively-and leaned forward to play with Nico's collar. She unbuttoned his, going down until it was gone.

I kind of felt like I was intruding; but I couldn't look away. I really really wanted to; but it's like when you're watching a TV show you don't want to; it kind of pulls you in.

She leaned forward, kissing his chest, and Nico started laughing. Eventually, after long, awkward stages that made me squirm and want to scream, they rolled around, Thalia just in her bra and underwear, Nico in his boxers. They were so much into it they didn't notice (or seem to) when they fell off the bed. They fell off the side where I couldn't see.

It was at that moment that Annabeth decided to come back; I stared, curious. What was happening?

Annabeth opened the door, supposedly in a position where she would have a clear view of Thalia and Nico; but I really didn't know what they were doing, or if they rolled under the bed or something.

Annabeth was smiling, holding the ice, but then her gaze traveled slightly down, in the approximate area where Thalia and Nico should be.

Annabeth dropped the ice and screamed.

I lowered the umbrella.

After Nico and Thalia scrambled into their clothes, Nico got so embarrassed he announced he was going to take a shower.

As soon as he closed the door, Thalia sat down on her bed and said, "Look, Annabeth-"

"No, I just want to get the image out of my head," Annabeth interrupted, covering her eyes. "Please, talk about something else…"

Thalia laughed. "Ah, I'm not a Hunter anymore?" She sounded breath caught in her throat. "How?" she squeaked.

Thalia shifted uncomfortably and glanced at the bathroom door. "Well," she whispered, so soft I almost couldn't hear, Nico and me were, ah, hanging out like you just saw us, and Artemis decided to stop in…something about a mission calling her away, but the moment she saw us, she was outraged.

"She started shouting at me counteracting my oath, and then she turned on Nico, yelling at him for seducing me. And then…she was going to kill him, Annabeth.

"She started chanting, and her eyes glowed. And then…Nico used some dark smoke or something, but he got free. Artemis was so mad, so outraged, she gave me a dark look and growled, 'You, Thalia Grace, do not deserve to be a Hunter!' and I…I'm not immortal anymore. I couldn't care much about that, but then now I'm in the bad graces of my formal mistress. That's bad, Annabeth. And she's really…mad. I don't know if Apollo is mad, but…I need arrows. That's all I know. I mean, sure, swords are great and all, but I've gotten used to arrows. What if they will every arrow to miss?" Thalia put her head in her hands. "I don't know what to do!"

Annabeth hugged her close, patting her back. "You'll be fine," she assured her.

Suddenly, there was a painful light near the two of them, and a male voice said, "Ms. Grace, I do not loathe you."

Apollo appeared, smiling a radiant smile, and wearing battle gear. I don't know why.

"My sister…well, she can get pretty temperamental," he continued, oblivious to their awed looks. "She may hate you now, but she'll forgive you like that," he said, snapping, causing a small supernova at his fingertips. "Meanwhile, whenever she tries to mess up your arrows, I assure you, I'll make sure it flies straight." He straightened his breastplate. "Just wanted to let you know." He suddenly looked kind of embarrassed. "Ah, look, I've got to go," he said quickly, and flashed out.

Thalia looked flustered. Annabeth looked mischievous. "Looks like someone's got a crush on you," she teased.

Thalia didn't see it coming. "WHAT!" she screamed.

Annabeth rolled her eyes. "You. Are. So. Oblivious!" she said, shaking Thalia's shoulders. Maybe Apollo doesn't like you like you that way, but you're definitely a favorite of his."

"You think?" Thalia said thoughtfully.

"I know," she said, laughing.

Someone pulled up a chair next to me. Apollo. "They're right," he grumbled, pulling the umbrella down, but light radiated from him anyway. "It's not a crush," he assured me, "It's more like…a like. A favorite," he said.

I knew when Apollo was on a roll, so I let him keep talking.

"She's got a bright future with that Hades kid," he continued. "They're going fast, but they really do love each other. They're a great couple.

"I'll make things happen for them," he said, almost dreamily. "Make Aphrodite make things smooth. Not complications. That girl lost some years as a tree. She deserves greatness."

He patted my shoulder, and I jumped a bit at the heat, like the sun shining down on me. "Thanks for listening," he told me. "Most would interrupt and make fun." Then he was gone.

Annabeth and Thalia were still talking about Apollo. I decided to take a nap.

When I woke up, Annabeth was sitting in the chair next to me, her hand on mine. I couldn't tell if she was asleep or not. She shifted, sliding down in her chair a bit, and I decided she was asleep.

She had changed out of her dinner clothes, and her snotty shirt, and was wearing a loose shirt with a picture of a girl rising above the clouds. It looked sketched. She wore jean shorts.

I decided to look back in the room. Then I adverted my eyes back to Annabeth. Thalia and Nico were…hanging out again.

Someone said softly, "Mmm." I looked over. Annabeth was curled up on her chair, smiling. I was glad she didn't seem to be in pain.

The balcony was pretty nice. There was a string hanging down from the ceiling, and if I pulled it, curtains would come down so the place was closed in. There was a couch by the rail, and the two other everything-chairs, and a glass table. It was nice and simple.

I don't know if it was a conscious thing, or one of those sleep talk moments, but I heard Annabeth say so softly I almost missed it, "No."

No?

"Please," she whimpered, and I wanted to comfort her and wake her up, but it might be a vision. It more than likely was. She rolled over, falling right off the chair, and I thought that would wake her. Instead she started screaming loudly, but I couldn't tell what she was screaming.

I got up out of my chair, picking her up by putting my arms under her shoulders, and she started yelling at me, and I only caught one word: Never.

She started throwing punches at me, yelling at me to stop, and suddenly her right foot shot out and kicked me in the calf, on the cast. I cried out, because it sent a jolt up my leg, and I stumbled backward, slamming into the rail, sliding down.

Annabeth woke up, disoriented for a minute, then saw me. "Oh gods Percy, oh gods," she said, rushing over. She helped me up, and I noticed one leg, the one with the cast, was slightly bent at an awkward angle. But she didn't seem to notice; she helped me up, pressing up against me to support me. She headed toward the screen door, but stopped when she saw what was happening inside. "Oh gods Percy, we'd better give you some ambrosia; it's inside!" she shouted loudly enough for them to hear.

Thalia and Nico shot up so sudden they toppled off the bed. Annabeth hissed in annoyance and walked in, and said, "Get your stupid clothes on; don't you dare get up until I say, or unless you have clothes on," she warned.

She helped me over to her bag, and I was glad we got the bed closer to the balcony; we didn't have to walk past Nico and Thalia. She sat me down and got the ambrosia out, and came over. She fed me the ambrosia, and got out a regular mortal first aid kit. I tried to block it out, but I still heard Thalia and Nico.

She unwrapped the cast, which was bleeding through, and instantly, a gush of blood got on Annabeth's hands. She looked around desperately for something to stop the blood, and finally just took off her shirt. She wore a regular beige bra, and I realized I liked it better than Thalia's black one.

She wrapped it around my leg, pressing it against, but it quickly soaked through. She asked me for my shirt, and I took it off and gave it to her. She wrapped it, and it stopped a bit.

I could see the gears in her head turning, trying to remember what to do. She told me to keep my leg up on the bed; she'd be right back.

She went into the bathroom, and came out with more first aid stuff, and went over to her suitcase, getting out a light blouse with flowers on them. She slipped it over her head and came back, taking the shirts from my leg, and tossing them aside. She took out a bottle of something, read the label, and sprayed my leg.

I yelled, jerking my leg up and hitting her in the face.

She put my leg back down, her face now full of blood, and held my leg down this time. She sprayed something else on, and I yelled again, but this time she held it down firmly. She looked at it closely, and she seemed to radiate an aura that made my leg feel better. She looked alarmed, and got out a tweezers.

"What-What are you doing," I said shakily, trying to pull away.

She held my leg down, and said, "Percy…" She put the tweezers lightly in my leg and pulled something out. I grit my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut. After maybe a minute, she exhaled, and said, "Okay, you can open your eyes."

I opened them. There was a small pile of things next to her: some small rocks, a broken tip of a fang, and some scales. The world spun.

"Percy," Annabeth said, standing up and steadying me. She whispered, "It's almost done." She bent back down and cleaned it out with a cotton puff, and blew on it lightly. Then she wrapped it back up.

She stood up shakily, falling on the bed next to me. We both stared at the ceiling.

"Sorry," she whispered.

I glanced at her. "Hmm?"

She put her hand on my knee lightly so not to agitate it. "Your knee," she prompted.

I nodded. "It's okay," I said. "I didn't really notice." Lie.

She glanced back at me. "Liar."

"You know me too well."

She laughed, and then suddenly, the others' bed shook and started smoking. We sat up to watch curiously. I noticed it first.

"Oh gods," I grumbled, glancing away, covering Annabeth's eyes. She gasped and groaned in disgust. Thalia and Nico had risen up through the bed on a sparking black cloud, but they hadn't gotten dressed, and had apparently forgot we were still there.

"Ahem," Annabeth snapped, and the cloud dissipated as Thalia yelped in surprise. Our eyes were still closed, but I felt the watery air breeze past us as the cloud came apart.

"You sick disgusting people," Annabeth muttered.

"I thought you were gone!" Thalia protested.

"Just get dressed," I cut in.

After they assured us they were really, really dressed, we opened our eyes and looked at the clock. It read 6:50.

"We better get ready," Annabeth grumbled. "It's gonna be a long night."

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