Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Rick Riordan does :P

Author's Notes: So first of all I would like to thank everyone who has taken their time to review my story, out of many other Percy Jackson fanfiction stories. I would like to give you this virtual cookie (::) in celebration of twenty reviews and ten chapters. Second of all, I'm sorry to say that the next chapter shall be the last. Now that being said, I would also like to apologize in advance because I do believe that it will be in both Derek and Rebecca's point of view to get the ending I want. Third of all, I would want to thank you all for making this my most reviewed, favorited, alerted, and visited story of mine. Now please enjoy!

It's weird to think that he can't ruin my life anymore since I'm probably going to be dead in a few minutes.

Rebecca's PoV

I sprinted as swiftly as I could while holding Derek. I was panicking, trying to think of ways to save him but they all seemed impossible so I kept running. I knew Chiron would be able to help, he just had to; I kept running while peopled gasped and stared as I ran by at the mess Derek was, he was covered in blood only some patches of skin showed through, and even less were his pale white and not darkening purple. Luckily his face had the least amount of blood and bruises and he was still breathing, but just barely.

Tears started rolling down my face as I almost lost my grip on Derek; I was almost to the big house which I was sure Chiron was when Jace ran up beside me. I slowed down a little so he could keep up.

"Rebecca! What are you doing?" He half yelled, half huffed it out.

With tears streaming down my face and broken voice I responded.

"I have to get Derek to Chiron; he's barely alive as you can see…" With a grimace Jace took the news bluntly. He made me stop running as he took a look at Derek.

"T-that's Derek? W-what happened to him? N-never mind, I'll go find Chiron!" he stammered at first, "you stay here and keep him alive OK? I'll be back in a few!" he sprinted off.

"I'm counting on you!" I yelled, hoping he had heard it.

I turned my attention back to Derek; I saw that amazingly his bruises were healing up fast. I checked his pulse; he was alive. Sighing a breath of relief; I went to check his stab wound next. Something that looked like a sword from the wound width and shape had gone right through the ribs and punctured his lungs. Oddly enough though, he seemed to be able to breathe more then he should at this point.

I thought it through; the blood would have rushed into his lungs causing him to drown in his own blood literally within several minutes of the puncture. Why isn't he dead already then? His lungs should be full with blood. Unless…the puncture wound healed. The blood isn't filling up in lungs at all anymore, no, the lungs are just full of blood with no way out to go but up. Even if I do leave him, he'll just be slowly drowning in his own blood. I need to get it out of his quickly I ran my head through scenarios I could do to extract the blood, the only one I could remember is RPC. I wasn't sure it had the same concept as water, but if I could make him cough up most, or all the blood in his lungs then he would be fine; physically. At least.

I peeled the shirt off of him, exposing his chest and healing wound. I toped my hands on top of his chest my right on top of my left and pushed down to a rhythm

One…two…three…

He just lay there unmoving and barely breathing, I tried it again.

One…two…three…His body sat up a bit in reaction to my efforts, he coughed and blood splattered on the grass! It wasn't much but it would be helping, little by little I would be saving his life.A crowd had started to gather, no one bothering to jump in and help; they thought he was a lost cause but I knew better. I kept up my rhythm, and he kept coughing. By now he was trying to make contact, saying little words not being able to form a complete more and he should be good. I pushed down one more time and he turned over on his side and threw up. The blood he had thrown up soaked the grass around him, some getting in his ever dirty hair. Some people stepped back and the ones who couldn't take the blood looked away. Some just made "Ew what did he just do?" looks, mostly the Aphrodite cabin.

Chiron came just in time; he galloped with Jace running right up beside him while people clear the way. He kneeled down beside him while I put a hand on Derek face. I whipped away some of the blood and stayed turned his head towards me; and smiled weakly.

"Hey you idiot. You know you almost died- again right?" I said with a slight crack in my voice.

"Yeah, but Death wouldn't come for me when I'm in your hands." he weakly replied with a smile.

"Well-" I was cut off by Chiron.

"Jace, take Derek to the Big House; Rebecca come if you want, and everyone else go back to your cabins! I'll meet you there at the Big House Jace." he picked up Derek softly; I went to grab his hand to hold it.

I didn't know what I was feeling, he was my friend yes; but did I want him to be more? I mom is now dead, and I never really had any friends. The only real friends I have are Derek and Wayn, and I only just met Derek. The emotions I feel for Derek are from friendship, I don't want him to die, I wouldn't want him to go, and I want to spend time with him. But the question is do I want to be more?I don't know. But as I hold Derek's hand and he weakly smiles that angel smile of his that I memorized in the first few days we had known each other, I just feel warmth inside of me. He was the beacon of light in a dark world when I had received that letter which bluntly stated that my mother, the only other adult figure in my life that I loved was dead, I just couldn't take it.

My aunts when they came over would punch me when my mother was away or even just not in the room. The teachers at school didn't help either, they just brushed me I was attacked by a monster and my mother had brought me to camp it had seemed like a whole new world, one where I was beat for not doing the dishes when I was left alone with my aunt, one where I didn't have to get good grades, one where people finally understood me.

Now that my mother is dead the only Demi-god friend I have was about to die, and now I'm not sure if I love him or not. I just wish the world wasn't so complicated.

Jace was almost at the big house now, he kept silent but would turn to look at me with multiple expressions, and I would just keep looking at Derek, not daring to take my eyes off of him for a minute in fear of almost losing him walked through the Big House front door and walked through different rooms with me behind him until he found a room with a bed. He laid Derek gently on the bed and backed away. I found a chair near by and pulled it up to him and sat down. Jace awkwardly stood in the room for a few moments before going outside and closing the door.

I just sat there looking at him, he looked at me back and a few minutes passed. Chiron opened the door and half came in through the doorway before speaking to Derek.

"Derek, are you alright? No need for Nectar or Ambrosia?" he asked.

"No, I'm fine. Just rest and I should be good in a few hours." Derek replied with a stronger voice then before."Oh but Chiron," he added on, "I want to tell her." Chiron stood silent for a moment, and then nodded his head and trotted out closing the door behind him.

"Tell me what Derek?" I asked.

"Here, can you help me sit up? I want to be face to face with you." he avoided the question, but not entirely.I helped him sit up; he was getting stronger by the minute I could tell.

"Tell me what, Derek?" I asked sighed, his eyes trailed off to my and he picked it up. I loved his touch; it felt terrible to me that I had almost saw him die in front of my eyes.

"Promise me you won't tell anyone, or scream, or panic OK?" he asked me with a serious tone.

"I promise." I said.

"Alright, I trust you."

He took a deep breath in and released it with a sigh. I could tell he was preparing to tell me something big, something he might not have told anyone about before.

"I'm a Werewolf." he stated bluntly.

I was silent as my mind was racing, trying to process the information it had just been told. Was it true? Why would be lie to me? Is that why he keeps running away? It explains allot. Why he ran away, how he can heal so fast, his speed, his agility, and skill, it's unnatural for someone who had barely trained. I stayed silent for a few minutes thinking it over, he started to look worried.

"I'm the same Derek as I was when I came to camp Rebecca; actually I was bitten just the day before I came to camp. That is how Wayn and I survived the monster attack, because I transformed and-and I did it to protect Wayn. I never wanted to hurt my friends, Rebecca. I wanted to tell you before, hell I should have told you before but I just…couldn't. I understand if you don't want to be friends with a monster, but please just don't tell anyone?" he finished weakly.

I didn't want him to believe that I didn't want him as a friend, so I did the only thing I could think of; and hugged him.

I hugged him so hard I could almost feel his breathing being cut off. I placed both of my hands on his shoulders and retracted back to look right into his eyes.

"Derek, I don't care if you're a Werewolf, a Vampire, or even a Demon. I will always be your friend, through think and thin. I've already seen you almost die once, and have to look for you when you went missing! I'm not going to let some little thing like you being a Werewolf get in the way of our friendship. Did you really think I wouldn't stay with you because of something that you couldn't even control? Well I would stay with you and I will stay by your side no matter what." I said as he smiled his signature angel smile and hugged me this time and I was pressed against his bare shirtless chest that now had dried blood.

"I knew I could count on you Rebecca." he replied softly in my stayed like that until he pulled away, this time with a grimace.

"Rebecca, there is one more thing I have to tell you about."

"What is it?" I asked curiously.

"It-it has something to do with the prophecy that Rachel said." he replied in a whisper.

"What does it have to do with that?" I asked more slowly this time.

"Lots. Well, most."

"Tell me."

"It will take a long time you know."

"Tell me Derek, tell me everything." and he told me.

He told me about the night he was bitten, he told me about his mom, Joe, school, his first transformation, why he ran away, the beating he took, and even his fight against the Scorpions. Everything. I stood there comforting him when the memories were too much, I was encouraging to remember when the memories blurred, and I even was cursing the people who had almost killed him.

It was a long day; I fell asleep in the chair right beside Derek in his bed. I knew the full moon was in a few days and I didn't want to waste a second without him.

Note: Just wondering, can we make 25 reviews? I think that shall be my last goal, have 25 reviews on this story by the end. It's a reasonable goal no? Thanks again everyone :)

~Kingdomalith