Disclaimer: I don't own the Percy Jackson and the Olympian series, or any of the characters from it.
Song For this chapter? Avril Lavigne's Keep Holding On. Great Song! I know it was originally written for the Eragon movie (which i love) it suits this chapter.
I'm proud of myself, my chapters are getting longer :) Anyways, without further adieu: enjoy!

"Are you insane?" Alex whispered, after Luke explained what we had done to Chiron.

"Not really," I muttered.

"What was I suppose to do?" Luke spat, "He would never have let me in with her."

At this Alex muttered something under his breath that sounded something like a French swear word.

Luke glared at me for assistance, but I averted his gaze. "What do we do now?" I asked, eying my feet with great interest, in attempt to move the conversation to the problem at hand.

Stabbing his sword into the ground, Luke sighed, "I don't know."

"Of course you don't," Alex said, throwing his hands in the air furiously. "You don't know anything."

"Alex," I warned.

"Rebecca, you don't realize who this kid is do you, what he is?"

"What's that suppose to mean?" Luke's brow line narrowed.

"It means that you're a liar, a traitor and a down right murderer."

"I don't-"

"Don't act like you don't' know," Alex turned to me, "Years ago, Luke came here with two other campers; Annabeth Chase and Thalia Grace. Just outside the border of the camp they were attacked by a monster, and you know what Luke did?"

I didn't answer; I merely stared from Alex to Luke and back again.

"He fled," it came out so quiet I was forced to strain to hear him. "Annabeth got out okay, but not Thalia. She died and it's all. Your. Fault." He pointed an accusing finger at Luke.

"You accusing, malicious ass!" Luke's face was hot with rage. "Thalia sacrificed herself for Annabeth and me, she was killed of her own accord. Nothing I could've done would have helped her."

"Yeah," Alex laughed before his face grew stern again. "But I only wish that it was you who died that day, instead of her."

"Hey," I snapped, stopping Luke from advancing on Alex, his fist ready for the punch. "Stop it, both of you. Here we are; ready to fight for our lives and you two are fighting each other."

"I don't have to fight, I can turn you both in right now," threatened Alex.

"And I can tear your throat out," Luke drew his sword from the earth. Alex lifted his bow, suddenly holding an arrow.

I looked at Alex and smiled, "But you won't," I couldn't explain it, but I know he would never betray me. As I looked deeper in his eyes I could see more and more of his life. His past with his aunt and uncle, his present, and even his future. I saw him in a line of archers all bearing a scythe crossed with an hourglass; the sign of Kronos. The vision took up my entire sight line; for that short moment the forest vanished, I was oblivious to my surroundings, but just as fast as it had appeared, it was gone and I found myself staring deep into Alex's eyes.

"Rebecca?" It was Luke; he placed his hand gingerly on my shoulder, "Are you alright?"

I turned to him and smiled, "Yeah...yeah I'm fine."

Turning back to the soccer field I saw Chiron storming towards the path, which led to the archery range. He knew that I would not leave without Alex. He may have been fool enough to get held captive, but he was smart enough to know what I would do.

I turned to face Luke and Alex; Luke's gorgeous blue eyes showed a glare which I had never seen in them before; it was fear. He was scared; he had just poisoned Percy and tied up the camp director, they would see him as a traitor and traitors deserve to die.

"Hey," I whispered to Luke, grabbing his hands lovingly. "It's gonna` be okay."

"How do you know?" He drew me closer so that our lips were mere inches apart, I had to fight the urge to kiss him, to hold him close so that nothing could pass between us, but I could see Alex out of the corner of my eye. He was staring at us jealously; he glared at Luke with loathing and with another emotion in his eyes.

"I'll tell you later," I whispered to Luke before turning to Alex. But when I looked at him it was like never before. His dirty blond hair hung loosely in his light eyes, but when I looked through the fog of light that surrounded him I saw a glint of lust. Alex had always been so kind to me, so protective, why had I never seen it before? Had I really thought that a son of Apollo, the god of bachelors, just wanted to be my friend? I could see into the future, so why couldn't I see what was right in front of me?

"Alex," I stepped cautiously towards me, "You're right, you don't have to do this, coming with us means leaving behind your home, your family, your friends. Just because I don't belong here doesn't mean you don't. You have so much kindness in your heart; you don't have to sacrifice that for me. They don't know you helped me, it's not too late to turn back."

His narrow eyes shot open, "Turn back?"

"Well, yeah..."

"Rebecca, do you honestly think I would let you off just like that?" He took my hands as I had taken Luke's. "It's like you said, you're helpless without me."

I let my mouth widen into an uncontrollably large grin, and before I knew what I was doing I kissed him lightly on the cheek, his smile broadened.

"Now," I began pulling away from Alex. "Here's what we're gonna` do."

Explaining the plan was the easy part, but when it came time to follow it through it proved a difficult task to allow Luke time enough to open a portal.

Alex left the bush first as planned; he was to clear away the group of campers who had accumulated in the field. His bow slung over his shoulder, he progressed slowly towards them, when he reached them they shot him various looks of distain. Alex's back was to me and they were too far away to make out what they were saying. Restless, I glanced over at Luke, who gave a weak smile.

"Ready?" Luke asked, his eyes showed confidence, but his voice proved otherwise.

I nodded, "Let's do this." Taking in a deep breath I grabbed Luke's hand and focused my attention on the camp like I had done before. My pulse quickened, I felt my body temperature rise to a feverish height as I watched the long line of campers at the cabins slow to a sluggish pace and then they moved no more.

Hands gripped tightly together, Luke led the way out of the woods and towards Alex. I stared for a moment at his frozen figure, mesmerized by each freckle on his cheeks, before grabbing his hand with my free one.

He jerked into action, taking in a deep gulp of air, but returned a quick squeeze of reassurance to my hand. "Okay Luke," he said, "Let's see what you can do."

"Rebecca, move your hand to my shoulder so that I can use my hands."

I obeyed his wish without complaint. Without hesitation Luke drew his sword and thrust it deep into the ground. I glanced impatiently back at Alex, who was staring at Luke in admiration. Turning hesitantly back to Luke I noticed he was muttering a sort of prayer under his breath. Then suddenly he stopped and looked up in anticipation, but frowned when nothing happened.

"What is it?" I asked, growing uncomfortable from supporting the camp.

"It won't work," his dazzling eyes filled with disappointment. "The portal won't open…"

"What?"

"I knew it!" Alex threw his hands in the air, "I knew he was tricking us and now look; they know what I've done! I might as well just go back to the forest now and act like I got beat up or something."

"Alex," I snapped. "Stop over-reacting. It's okay, there must be a reason why it's not working," I looked expectantly at Luke.

"Yeah," Alex muttered, "Like his father doesn't want to waste his time on a prick like him."

Luke's eyes narrowed on him, but then turned to me and spoke in a hushed tone. "I don't know, unless…" His eyes shot open, "You need to unfreeze the camp."

"What?" Alex shouted, "Are you mad?"

"No," I breathed, "He's right."

Gripping my hand tightly Alex drew me closer and whispered, "Rebecca, they will kill you if you let them go."

"I'll be fine, just cover Luke, will you?" I was hardly aware of what I was asking him to do until he retorted.

"What? You mean…kill my friends…my family?"

Each of his words felt like a sharp stab to my heart. Was this really what I was asking of him? "Yes…if you must…" I bent my head low, avoiding his piercing glare.

After a few silent moments he spoke, "Alright," he lifted my chin up gently, "Let's do this." He drew an arrow from his quiver and loaded his long bow.

Now gripping my hand, Luke pulled me close to him. I swung away from Alex as he drew his sword back from the ground. "Whenever you're ready."

Twisting my neck ever so slightly I caught Alex's gaze and he nodded.

Closing my eyes I released both Alex's and Luke's hands. I felt them stiffen as their touch left mine. I took in a deep breath of cold air and as I let it out I felt the sun beaming down upon me, warming my every inch.

When I finally opened my eyes I saw Luke kneeling with his sword in the ground, praying, Alex had his bow aimed high as the Ares kids, which he had hoaxed away, cast fuming glares at me and leisurely progressed towards us, swords held high.

I cast a nervous look at Alex, which he did not return; his gaze was focused on the Ares kids, who had broke into a run. There were at least a dozen of them; they all bore looks of rage and ferocity. I wanted to do something; to stop them, but I could not; I was helpless, without a weapon and without hope.

In a panic of shock and denial I did the one thing that I knew best; I ran. Stomach aching, I progressed into the shelter of the forest. I took cover behind a large cedar, which I peered around to view the battle raging in the field. Alex was firing countless shots at the progressing campers. Fear dawned upon me as I spotted a burly girl with battered brown hair eying Luke like a lion hunting a gazelle. As she drew closer to him she raised a long spear high in the air.

My eyes darted urgently around the battlefield in hopes of locating a weapon, anything that I could use against this fearsome girl.

I spotted a blood-red javelin, lying next to a motionless boy of ten, only a few meters from my hideout. Taking a deep breath in I made to leave the forest when I felt a grip on my right ankle. Twisting to see my aggressor I kicked my foot out of the clutch of a boy with ratty, dark hair lying weakly on the ground.

"Help," he pleaded, his voice raspy. As he looked up at me I drew my attention into his sea-green eyes and suddenly realized whom he was. It was Percy, weak from the scorpion's poison, which Luke had hoaxed upon him.

Shocked, I leaped back and without realizing it I thrust my heel harshly into his skull. I heard his skull crack as his head fell; he was knocked out cold. I stared in disbelief at the mangled body of Percy Jackson. Lifting his head I gazed deep into his eyes and forced myself to see his future.

The forest vanished and reappeared, but Percy was now laying on his back, the blond girl from the rock wall leaning over him and checking his pulse. Her blond curls fell over her face as I heard her whisper, "He's alive," before she vanished and I was back to the present.

I don't know why the thought of Percy being okay was such a comfort to me, but it just felt like a weight was lifted off my chest, leaving me with nothing to think of but to save Luke.

Taking one last glance at Percy's garbled body I leaped out of the trees and ran to retrieve the javelin. I picked it up with difficulty; my arms weak from my time spent locked away.

The girl was fast approaching on Luke, who was busy summoning the portal. A fine layer of white light began to form in front of Luke; it seemed like a spotlight had been shone on a layer of fog; some of the light escaped behind it, but it was still visible.

The girl had her spear raised and was preparing to heave it; I had to think quickly. Painfully, I raised the javelin and aimed it directly at the girl's chest, who had noticed me and hastened to throw her spear, but before she had a chance to, my arm took advantage of it's wielded weapon. I was unable to control it as it pulled the long javelin back, and without little more as a thought of what I was doing, I released the javelin and it shot across the battlefield to where the girl stood. Her eyes were fixed on me; we watched the weapon spin through the air as it made it's way towards her. It was not a perfect shot; I had never been any good at track and field at school, but it was good enough. The seconds ticked by and soon enough the red javelin embedded itself deep within the girl's arm. She let out a piercing screech and curled her body around her injury. She had begun to throw her own spear, but the javelin distorted her aim; the spear hit the ground sending a shock of electricity through the dirt.

At the sound of her scream, Luke's head jolted up from the ground and his eyes wandered to her. I watched him as he followed the path of the javelin back to me; I stood in awe, arm still held high, but as he stared at me in shock it fell back to my side.

I smiled at him and was just about to move to him when he shouted, "Watch out!"

With a shock, I spun to find a boy around my age hovering over him, the ruthless look in his eyes forced me to assume he was a son of Ares, his sword swung around and was seconds away from decapitating me when suddenly he stopped. His eyes filled with tears and his mouth fell open; I followed his gaze down to his stomach, which was bleeding uncontrollably. Through the stream of blood I saw the tip of a golden arrow, which I knew only too well. The boy looked up at me, tears pouring from his brutal eyes, "Clarisse…" His words were almost inaudible before he fell hard to the ground in a pool of his own blood.

Jumping back, my eyes found Alex's gaze, who was ushering me over to him, speedily. Transfixed on the motionless body that lay before me, I shook my head and slowly made my way to meet with Alex.

I met him halfway towards Luke, who was now fighting off numerous campers of his own. "Thanks," I breathed as Alex and I ran towards the portal.

"Don't sweat it," Alex said in between shots.

When we reached Luke he had just finished off a particularly tall daughter of Hephaestus, who had wielded a large hammer. Luke's beautiful face was battered and bruised almost beyond recognition.

"Let's go," he spat a mouthful of blood onto the ground as I dodged an arrow that was shot towards me.

"Sounds good to me," with that, Alex pushed me through the portal. Both he and Luke closely followed me.

The camp vanished and was replaced with a large tunnel of swirling black light. Feeling Luke's warm breath behind me I spun through the dark abyss, unaware of where I was or where I was going, only aware that for once I was safe.

So, that's that for 'The Lightning Thief' portion of this story. I decided I'll do it in parts; this is part 1, and every book to the PJO series will get a part, they probably won't all be this long though :/