James woke to a sudden noise in the middle of the night. He rolled over in his sleep, eyes half open to see a dark shape standing over him. James saw this dark shape before...it stepped out of the bushes and crashed his date with Ethanael.

The legacy woke again. Only this time he was tied up. He groaned, his head hurt. He saw Jonathan standing a few feet away, James growled, "Where am I?"

"You don't need to know." Jonathan answered, running his finger over the blade of the knife in his hand, "You won't be here for much longer."

James gulped, "You're going to kill me?"

"I'm removing a threat." He stepped close to the bound boy, "Without you around...Ethanael will come back to me."

All of the training in the world couldn't prepare James for this. He was panicking, this wack job was going to kill him! He was wild eyed and scared out of his mind. Jonathan crouched next to him, toying with the blade some more. He pulled a strip of cloth from his jeans, "We don't want you screaming for help..."

James thrashed his head to keep his mouth away from Jonathan. But the boy still shoved the denim across his mouth. James yelled a muffled string of curse words at Johnny. But, in his head he was praying to the gods for help.

Jonathan dug the dagger into the younger boy's arm, feeling the blood run from the cut and over his fingers. James Hastings screamed and glared at Jonathan. He smiled sickly, making another cut that was deeper and longer along James' arm.

James was in agony. If he made it out alive he was going to need stitches along with nectar and ambrosia. The cuts were burning, there must have been some sort of poison on the blade. Before Jonathon could make a third cut, a voice came from the mouth of the cave they were in, "Johnny stop."

When James heard that voice he was relieved. He had never been this happy to see Ethanael, "Thank the gods." He muttered.

Ethanael stepped into the cave, and slipped his quiver off. He had on tight black jeans, and a tight white muscle shirt. As much as he wanted to, he didn't let himself look at James as he walked over to Jonathan. His hand wrapped around the older boy's hand that held the poisoned dagger, "You don't have to do this, Johnny."

The son of Ares looked at the younger teen for a minute, before answering, "Yes, I do."

James was almost completely out of it, his vision was going dark and blurry. He focused as hard as he could on Ethanael to keep from blacking out.

"No you don't." Ethanael smiled at him sweetly, "I'll stay with you. We can...run off, nobody will stop us. Just...let James go, and you get to have me here..." He leaned closer, doing his best to control his emotions as he whispered to the older teen, "All alone...Just the two of us with nobody to see..."

Johnny seemed to think about that for a minute before shaking his head slowly, "No, no. Maybe I should make the little bastard watch. Maybe that will get it through his thick skull not to touch what's mine."

"You don't want that." The son of Zeus glanced at James for a second before moving his gaze back to Jonathan. His legacy was fading...he had to get James out of there. Nothing else mattered, "You don't want him to see that. He's never seen my body, and you don't want him to. Just let him go, Johnny, and you-" He faltered for a minute, taking a deep, calming breath before continuing, "You get to do...whatever you want with me..."

James groaned, barely conscious, "No...Eth...Don't..."

Ethanael ignored him even though the sound of James' voice made his heart ache. He ran his hands up Jonathan's arms as he pressed closer to him, "You know you want that...Whatever you want..."

Jonathan shook his head again, "What I want is that little bastard to pay!"