Hey my lovelies! I hope you all are doing lovely on this lovely day. Isn't that just lovely? It's so lovely to have such lovely readers.

I need to expand my vocabulary some more, don't you think?

Anyways, sorry for the wait. I'll try to make this chapter worth it. This is going to be a two-parter.

An FYI, this chapter gets dark. I wanted to reach into my screen and hug Will after writing this. The events written in this chapter's flashback are made up by me. Also, the science is probably flawed, and I'm not sure what affect the rain has on large fires, so just imagine.

Another thing; I'm a Girl Scout, and I took a first-aid course on broken bones, and I know that you shouldn't set some kinds of fractures. So again, just imagine. This isn't a science fanfiction, it's a fanmade story.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own PJO, HOO, or Lost, or any other copyrighted works that you may associate this story with! How ever, I do own this story, and my Oc's. Thanks guys!

Can I just say that I absolutely LOVE Solangelo? Like before I got into anime and stuff, it was like, my OTP (along with Percabeth.) It was my OG yaoi.

TMI? I thought so.

I've stalled enough. Actually, congrats if you read this whole, long-ass A/N. Here's some cookies: (::) (::) (::)

And now, Soar.

Will's POV

The girl writhes in pain, tears clouding her eyes. She is dirty and sweaty, and her face and hair are streaked with dirt and blood. My breath hitches in my throat. I can't do this.

6 hours earlier:

Nico sprints into the tent, yelling. I don't have the time to think before I start coughing. Smoke. We run into the open air, as chaos unfolds. People run around, unable to stop the roaring flames that engulf the campsite.

I've always believed in miracles. Extraordinary things that happen to ordinary people. So as the people around me scream and run, I wish for a miracle. Anything.

A few years ago, when I was around fourteen, my sister died. Her name was Cara, and she had beautiful dark hair and the most lovely eyes. They were purple. When she was born, I was two. She would be fifteen now. I still remember her little face, always smiling. She was so tiny and delicate, like a small princess that needed protection from everything.

I taught her to ride a bike. I showed her how to make pancakes and how to write cursive. I taught her how to do makeup, and even told her first when I came out. All she did was hug me and tell me that it didn't matter. She was an angel. And I let her fall.

On a camping trip, we had gone for a hike. She had ran ahead, and I had tried to tell her to be careful, but she ignored me. I got frustrated, and said "Well then, fall. I won't stop you."

Depression is a horrible thing. She had started to cry, and that was when I noticed it. I had been so caught up with my sexuality and myself that I didn't notice my baby sister slowly killing herself.

She had shouted "How about I do?!", and had spirited away. Then I heard a scream.

Cara had fallen. 50 feet, onto hard, rocky ground. I had gotten my parents, and when we got there, she had broken her leg and it was bleeding like crazy. I tried everything, I elevated the wound, applied pressure, even set the bones, but when she went limp and her skin went pale, I knew it was over. Everyone said it wasn't my fault, but I've always felt responsible.

She looked so terrified. She was panting and crying and screaming. She said the same thing over and over, "I don't want to die."

But then, a miracle happened to me, three years later. I met Nico, who also lost his sister. Someone beautiful. Someone I can trust and love. So yes, I believe in miracles.

"Will, we have to-"

"Wait."

"What is it?"

"Sssh. Do you hear that?"

"Hear wha- Oh my god."

I heard it again, louder this time. I think he did too.

Thunder. A flash of radiant lightning illuminates the sky. Then more thunder. The sun has been covered by clouds. Then it hits me. Literally. A raindrop.

Then another. Another. I can't believe it. A miracle.

People start to cheer. The rain starts to come down in sheets of huge droplets, and the fire starts to die down. Nico wraps his arms around me and kisses my cheek.

"Oh my god, Will. I can't-" He notices the tears running down my face. "What's wrong?"

I shake my head, pasting a smile onto my face. "I'm fine."

I sit in Nico's tent with him beside me, fast asleep. His head is nestled into my shoulder, and our hands are clasped together. He was really tired after the fire. I can feel my eyelids starting to droop closed, but then someone bursts in. Four someones, actually.

Annabeth is first. Her hair is disheveled, and her grey eyes are full of urgency. She is panting like she just ran a long distance. Behind her is someone I thought I'd never see again. Piper.

But I don't have time to register her. Because behind them is Percy, cradling a girl in his arms.

I jump up when I see her leg. It's at a crooked angle, and is definitely broken. Blood is staining her ripped pants, and she is covered in dirt. Nico jumps up as well, my jolt having awoken him.

"We have to help her. Please," Piper pleads, tears in her eyes. "She saved me, and if she dies-"

"I'll do my best to stop that from happening. We have to get her to the medical tent."

We all go to the tent, and once we're inside, I set her down. The fact that Alex, the girl who we found in the tree, isn't there, slips my notice. I'm too focused on the new girl.

Percy sets her down on the 'table'. She is barely conscious, her long, dark hair falling in her face. Her fists are clenched, which means she's in pain, which means that she can still sense things.

"Nico. I need some water, some pain meds, and some materials for a splint. I also need a hair clip and a clean washcloth."

"Okay." He gathers the things quickly, and as I pull back her hair and clip it away from her forehead. I dip the washcloth in the water, and wipe her forehead and face clean. Her eyes slowly open, like amethyst orbs that are dripping with tears.

"Alright. Can you hear me?"

"Y-yes. I t-think so."

"I need you to tell me how you feel."

"It just- it hurts. I don't- please sir, I don't wanna die."

My face goes pale. I know those words. She has the same eyes. Same hair. Same fair skin, same voice, and the same injury. Three years ago, I couldn't save her. I hope that's changed.

I make her lay still, well, as still as she can when her leg is bleeding out. I rip her jean leg away, exposing the skin underneath. I can handle things that may make others sick, but this scares me.

The bone is poking through the skin, causing the ripped flesh to bleed. Blood pours down in little rivulets, and the skin around the wound is an angry red color. The skin is also hot to the touch, which makes me wonder if it's infected or if it's for some other reason.

"Oh my god, Will. She's going to bleed to death if we don't stop it…" Piper is hyperventilating behind me, tears pouring down her face.

"I can't set it. It could make it worse. I have to just splint it for now."

"And after? Will, what if she can't get help for weeks? Months? We can't exactly call 911."

"I don't know. I can only splint it for now. We don't have the medical equipment for a surgery. And plus, anything could go wrong."

"But what if she dies?"

"She might, but-"

The girl's eyes fly open, and she pales even more than already.

"No, don't. I don't want to- please don't!"

Piper starts to cry even more. "I won't. I won't let you die! Will, do what you have to to make sure she lives!"

I can't. If I try to splint it, it could get infected. If I try to set it, she could bleed to death, or the bone could heal incorrectly.

Then I remember Cara. I had tried to set it. She had bled out very quickly after. But I also didn't have bandages or proper equipment to stop the bleeding. Maybe…

"It's risky. She could die either way. I'm going to try it."

"I'm going to try to save her."

~Fin~

I feel like putting this in here:

Character profile: Claire Thornwood

Species: Human

Status: Alive (for now)

Nicknames: Princess (Ash), Clarabear (Her mom and dad).

Appearance: Short, with a small build. Long, black hair and purple eyes that seem to change color depending on her mood.

Likes: Reading, art, the sky, quiet things, small animals.

Dislikes: Loud people, getting dirty, racism/sexism, societal norms, sexual innuendos, people who think 'girly girls' are weak, nightmares.

Theme song that sums up her personality: Little Girl by Faith Marie

Godly Parent (if she had one): Hades

Worst fears: Being alone/abandoned, her mind, the dark.

Relatives: Macy Thornwood-Karson (Mother, deceased), Alexander Karson (father, deceased), Peter Thornwood (Older brother, deceased), Patrick Thornwood (Maternal uncle, alive.), Ash Kirkland (boyfriend, alive).

Aspirations: She hopes to one day leave the island and see the real world. She also wants to marry Ash some day and to possibly have children. She wants to be an astronomer when she grows up, so she knows quite a bit about the skies.