Chapter 11: June POV

(A/N): This chapter contains a very mild love scene that doesn't really get graphic. But, if it makes you uncomfortable, feel free to skip the chapter altogether because this one doesn't add much to the storyline. I don't own Percy Jackson or the Legend series.

When next I woke, I found myself laying on a soft bed, staring up at the ceiling. A small fan whirred above me. I scanned the room that I was in; I assumed it was one of the guys' rooms because of the decor. A lone guitar rested in the corner on a stand with music sheets and crumpled pieces of paper strewn about the ground. In front of me was a large desk/table upon which rested a computer monitor, along with a keyboard a mouse. Bags of chips, both empty and full, lay scattered across the surface of the desk. A tad sloppy, I thought.

Then I glanced down at myself and the clothes I was wearing. I wasn't wearing my combat suit like I was before, when I arrived on the ship. Somebody undressed me while I was out? I pondered.

Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door to my right.

"Who is it?" I asked, not knowing what else to say.

"It's Day," he replied. "Can I come in?"

I glanced down at my clothes again; I was only wearing panties and a bra, and I wasn't sure if I wanted Day to see me like this, but I decided I also couldn't send him away. I pulled the covers of my bed to my chest.

"Sure," I said.

Day peeked his head in. "You're decent?"

"Decent enough," I replied. A blush erupted on Day's cheeks.

He came in and sat down on the bed next to me and put a hand on my forehead, checking my temperature. His touch sent shivers through my body. Day wore a simple green t-shirt that made all of his muscles pop, and he wore his signature coin necklace, along with a pair of jeans. He tucked away a loose strand of hair behind my ear. Even after all this time together, Day still manages to make me feel like I'm the only girl he's ever seen.

"At least your fever is gone," he said. Day stole a glance at my exposed chest, and he quickly averted his eyes again, bringing a blush to both our cheeks.

"Yeah, I guess that's good."

"Do you know what happened to you?" Day asked.

"No idea," I admitted.

"I think the guys might have a theory," he said after a long silence. "About why you collapsed."

"Do I want to know?" I was suspicious. "I mean, they are still strangers, Daniel."

"Well, I don't think we have much of a choice. We've outrun the Republic fighter jets, but it's not like we can just jump ship; we're above Arkansas right now."

"So you're saying we're stuck here," I commented.

"Yes, for now it seems that way," he says.

I sighed. "How is their friend who got hurt? Jason?"

"He's fine now," Day reported. "We've got him resting soundly in the med-bay for now."

I let out a breath of relief. "That's good," I murmur. "I was worried that no one knew how to operate on him except me, and I happened to pass out."

Day gave me a quizzical look before speaking again: "It turned out fine. Annabeth basically just sterilized the wound and stitched the gash back together as best she could, then wrapped several layers of gauze around his thigh."

"Huh," I say.

"What is it?" Day raised his eyebrow at my sudden outburst.

"Nothing, it's just-" I sigh. "It's exactly what I would've done," I whisper.

"And why is that a bad thing, exactly?" Day asked, confused.

"I don't know," I admitted. "I guess that girl, she just-"

Day pushed a finger against my lips, silencing me. "It's fine, June." Day looked into my eyes, and he could sense my insecurity. Why was I being insecure, though? What have I to be insecure about, besides the fact that she knows how to patch up a wound as well as I do?

"You two have been bickering," Day noted. "Over what, I'm not sure. But I know that she has nothing on you, sweetheart."

I evaded his gaze. "How can you say that with such certainty?" I asked. "She seems like she's doing everything I am, and just as well."

"You, June Iparis, the pride of the Republic, feel threatened by a random girl you just met?"

"Well, when you put it that way, the answer is no." I smirked.

"Good," Day leaned in and planted a quick peck on my mouth. His lips were warm. "I can't have you be uncomfortable, that wouldn't make me a good boyfriend, now would it?"

Without warning, I threw my arms around Day's neck and drew him into a long, passionate kiss. When our lips parted, we were both gasping for air. Day jumped on top of me and started to kiss me all over, my mouth, my cheeks, my neck. It left me breathless. Quickly, I found the blanket that had once been used to cover my delicate areas to be thrown onto the ground as Day removed his shirt, revealing the taut muscles under his clothes. Tossing it over his head onto the ground, he threw himself on top of me and we began to kiss once more, and I could feel myself slip into desire's ever present clutches. My hands roamed and ran along the contours of his biceps and triceps. Before I had a chance to say anything, Day flipped me on top of him so that he was now laying on his back, with his head on my pillow. He sat up and started to kiss my neck again and again, and his hand reached around me to undo the strap of my bra. As it fell from my breasts, I instinctively covered myself with my free hand and broke the kiss I was sharing.

Instantly, Day looked down, embarrassed. "I'm sorry," he managed. "That was just wrong of me. Please forgive me."

I got up from the bed and stood, clasping my bra again. "No," I tried to correct him. "It was amazing, I'm just...not ready for that yet."

Day met my eyes. "I..." He simply nodded and smiled. "That's completely fine with me. As long as I have you, I'm good with just about everything."

He approaches me and wraps me in a tight hug and kisses the top of my head, just as I hear the door open behind me.

"Oh," I hear a boy's voice say. "Is this a bad time?"

"It's fine, we'll be dressed in a second," Day answered for me.

"Who was that?" I leaned into his embrace. I never turned around once.

"Percy," he murmurs to me. "He's a really nice guy once you get to know him. They all are."

"I hope you're right, because I think I need to make amends with some of them," I say.

"Not to be rude, but yeah, you do."

I laughed a humorless laugh. "Thanks, Day."

"Anytime, sweetheart." Day tightened his grip around my shoulders and he tilted my face up to his once more, and kissed me. "Let's get ready. It's almost lunch time."

Day snatched his shirt off the ground and handed me a fresh set of clothes to wear, a cute top that showed a bit of belly and some jeans. Typical New York fashion, I suppose. I threw them on quickly and turned back around, expecting to find Day waiting for me to go to the mess hall, but instead I find him admiring a picture. I walked over to his side to get a better look at the photograph pinned on the corkboard by the door.

It was a simple photograph, of a couple standing on a hill in front of a tree with a sign that read: CAMP HALF-BLOOD

I recognized the couple immediately as Percy and Annabeth, smiling happily holding each other like they were on a postcard. Day too had smile grabbing at the corner of his mouth.

"We'll be there soon," Day threw an arm over my shoulder and pulled me close. "Real soon."