A/N wello there beautiful lovelies.

Soorry that I'm late to update this. Hehe, I got lost in amazing stuff yesterday.

Well anyways a shoutout to- .Necromancer because he/she is gonna start a new fanfic which I will most likely check out and you too should.

Enjoy...

3rd person POV

Five days passed. They were way overdate. Three days now. The campers were waiting for a signal, so they could come in and kick their asses. It wouldn't take them long to reach the camp once the signal went off. Ten minutes maximum. They had built a mother warship, again. The 'supplies' they had to get, were actually missing pieces so they could finish it.

The remaining Hephaestus and Vulcan half bloods had worked really hard in the eight months. Building a somewhat improved and bigger version of the Argo II. Leo was at the lead of that operation, and with Calypso's magic they had managed to build something pretty good.

But not only a ship. Many traps and all kinds of weapons too. Because as much as the ship was going to be useful some campers would still need to reach the camp on foot, that meant going through the perimeter of agents that surrounded the demigod camp.

They were good, they were positive they were going to make it. They were going to get their family out and stop this stupid war between mortals and demigods, how that could happen, no one knew yet. Some suggested killing them, but they could see the difficulty in that. She thought of random peace, everyone was against that. But they waved the problem away, when they were going to have to tackle the problem, they were going to do it together, with the rest.

Just a signal and it would be over.

~.~.~.~

Hunger can't be pushed away. At first, maybe it can. You have pangs, you push them down, you focus on something else. Then they come back, and with that your throat feels as dry as ever. You need water, to survive, it's your element. But you're being deprived of it.

Everyday that passes, you get closer and closer to the edge, once you fall you start to break. You want to give in, let the cold hands of Death embrace you. Suck your soul in, bring it to Hades. You want it all over. You can't take it anymore.

Percy was barely conscious. He on the edge, he knew it, the agents knew it. That's why they had called for the Sloan guy, it was time to let him out. He had stopped interacting days ago. He had remained in the same position, laying on the bed -if you can call that a bed, it was barely a mattress-. All the movement he produced was the up and down of his breathing, but even that was slight as he was on his right shoulder, facing the wall, his back to the iron bars.

He was cold, curled into a ball to keep body heat. It was March, and it was cold. Working outside made you sweat, but staying underground it was cold, too cold. He had chicken skin and his skin was pale. He would shiver for a while before finding heat again.

He heard footsteps from behind, his body too weak to move remained in place. A lock was being opened, the one leading to his cell. He remained still. Not bothered to even feel scared. Footsteps reached him, once the person was close to the mattress he stopped. Percy wondered what was happening.

Pain flared in his not so healed left shoulder. The agent had grabbed him there. He pushed him onto his back, so that Percy was facing up at the agent. Matt. With the small of energy he held, he swatted Matt's hand off his shoulder and groggily sat on the bed, his back leaning on the wall for support.

"It's been five days." Matt said.

Percy's eyes bulged out of their sockets. "What?" He said in a hoarse voice.

Five days, it meant that they were overdate, the campers back at camp were waiting for his signal, he was delaying everyone.

Matt grinned. "Yep." He said as he took a seat on the ledge of the mattress.

Percy had the urge to kick him off and say that it was his bed, but quickly voted against doing it.

"We're letting you out." Matt said casually.

Percy thanked the gods, no, not the gods. They had done nothing for him in this situation. Nothing for them. They had remained on their silly little thrones up on Olympus.

Percy didn't respond.

Matt rummaged in his pocket and brought out a square of godly food. That amount would be enough to-

"Ambrosia." Matt said. "Would heal your shoulder, and give you back some of the energy you've lost."

Percy frowned. "You want me to beg." It wasn't a question.

Matt shook his head. "I'd love for you to beg." He agreed. "But, if you just ask for it, I'll give it."

"Why?" Percy asked. "Never been kind to me, why start now?"

"I feel sorry for you." Matt said, and he looked like he was about to laugh. "Pity."

Percy looked away. "Pity." He repeated. "You can shove that up your ass. I won't scoop so low as to beg."

"But that's where you're wrong, Percy." Matt said. Hearing his name Percy looked at the agent. "I don't want you to beg. Just to ask for it."

The son of Poseidon clenched his jaw and remained silent. He knew he needed it, but he was stubborn.

Matt narrowed his eyes. "I guess I'll make you ask for it." He said.

Before warning he punched Percy's shoulder. The demigod hissed and the wound that had barely closed started or bleed.

Percy grunted. He fell on the floor, clutching his shoulder with his right hand. "Can I have it." He said through gritted teeth and a clenched jaw.

Matt smiled. "Magic word." He taunted, showing the piece of godly food again, barely inches from Percy's face.

With another grunt Percy said, "please."

The agent handed the piece of ambrosia to the demigod who gulped it down with no second thoughts. Immediately he felt the effect of it taking place. A wave of energy washed through him as the wound in his shoulder began to heal until it was closed and you could have thought it never happened.

Not five seconds after Percy had been healed, two bulky men came into the room and picked the son of Poseidon up by the arms and carried him away.

"Hey." Percy complained. "Let me at least say bye to my bed!" He whined. "And to the agent, c'mon, you're not that mean."

One of the guards, who hated his guts punched him on his left cheek, effectively silencing the demigod. Percy felt blood in his mouth and his jaw hurt a lot. The energy that had came to him was rapidly rushing out of him, leaving him weak. He found it wise to shut up and let them take him wherever they were taking him. Possibly and most fortunately outside.

~.~.~.~

When the light caught his eyes, he winced. His eyes were shut. He felt that whoever was outside had shushed when he appeared. He had barely had the time to register that when the two arms pushed him away.

His eyes blinked open as his hands went in front of him to catch himself from the fall. His face was inches away from the ground. That was good, his jaw still hurt. The chilly weather sent shiver up his spine although it wasn't as cold as in the cell.

He let himself fall to the floor with a soft thud. Two hurried footsteps came over him and again, he felt two hands pick him up. These hands although, were more delicate, more kind. They half lead, half carried Percy to the dining area and sat him on the bench. His head immediately hit the table.

His eyes were open but weren't really focused. He could see the outline of his two Greek cousins as well as the Roman ones sitting across the table from him. And. . . He could see her, her beautiful blonde curls falling down at her shoulders. He grinned at her.

"He's going delusional." Thalia said form his right.

"Am not." Percy defended, his eyes still blurry but trying to focus on the daughter of Athena. His voice was sleepy and tired, because his body was. "Just. . .get me some water."

Nico stood up and went to grab a caravan of water. He didn't care if anyone saw, he used his Poseidon powers to levitate the water and direct it into his mouth.

"Percy." Thalia hissed.

After he was done drinking over five litres of water, he licked his lips, as if he had just had an amazing meal. He sat up straight, his eyes cleared and he felt his energy return to him almost completely. All was needed now was food, he needed that.

"What?" He asked innocently at his older cousin.

She glared at him. "You just you used your powers." She hissed in a whisper.

"So what?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

She smacked his head. "Ow." He said as his hand went on the spot where she had hit. "What do you do that for?"

She ignored this question and answered the previous one. "We're not supposed to." She said.

"Oh." He said. "But, seven days passed."

Nico face palmed. "Are you serious?" He demanded. "It's a fucking plan!"

It hit him. "Oh." He said again. "Right, sorry."

"Are you always like this?" The new voice made him jump. He turned to Annabeth.

"No-" he tried to say.

"Yes!" His cousins both said at the same time.

Percy scowled at the two in mock offence. "Whatever." He said afterwards, lightening up. "I'm hungry. I crave blue food." He said dramatically before standing up and going to fill his plate with the food these guys offered. He came back with two plates.

"You're going to eat it all?" Jason asked incredulously.

Percy gave him a look, he still wasn't over what he had said before he was 'detained'. "Cut me some slack." He said. "I've been starving for the past five days."

That shut Jason up.

"So." Annabeth said. "Percy's here. You owe us some answers."

Percy frowned as he looked at his cousins. Both of them looked at each other. "What did I miss?" The son of the sea god asked.

"They figured it out." Nico said.

Percy left one eyebrow up. "Figured what out?"

"Parentage." Thalia said.

Percy looked at Annabeth who nodded. "Poseidon, Zeus and Hades." She whispered so no one could hear. "Quiet the trio."

Percy nodded in understanding and agreement. "What's with the 'you owe us some answers'?"

They explained it to him and he was shocked to say the least. Then maybe a little mad.

"Could it wait?" He asked pleadingly, it was all an act.

"We waited five days." Jason pointed out.

Percy nodded. "Ya! Wait another day!" Percy turned to his cousins and kept nodding. They caught what he was saying.

Thalia and Nico looked at him weirdly. "Are you sure?" She asked. "You're weak-"

"I'm fine." Percy interrupted. "Tomorrow I'll be as good as new."

"What's going on?" Annabeth asked.

"Just." He said. "Wait until tomorrow. Then I'll answer everything you want to know." He said. Then he murmured, "if I'm still alive."

Thalia heard and she frowned at him. He brushed it off.

"Okay." Hazel said. "But you answer tomorrow!"

"Deal." Percy said as he stood up. "See ya tomorrow. I'm going to bed."

"You can't." Annabeth said.

Percy turners and winked at her. "Watch me."

A/N I just proof read it and I must say I'm happy with this one. Thumbs up ppl.

Hope u enjoyed as much as I did... if not, sorry I guess.

Hunter out