To zantarak- yes, Jason dying is in there, but there's a few other bits too! ^_^

To RandomFanAuthor- oh, it was a veeeery Merry Christmas! Mwhahaha!

To HoO Fan- I made Lou for three reasons. One- to give Percy an annoying younger sister that tested his blood pressure. Two- to (and originally) give Leo a girlfriend (this is waaaaaay before Caleo and Reyisa and everything!) And three- to make her suffer, because there is nothing more satisfying than making a fun character and then making them hurt.

To JasonGraceIsNAPPING- FINISH THAT SENTENCE. I DARE YOU

Twice. That's how many times Leo had to hold his best friend while she bled out in his arms. Twice. Calypso was frantically working around him. The sword had been removed, Leo didn't know when. Supplies were everywhere, speckled with blood. Leo's clothes were sticking to him. Blood sunk into the mud. Louisa's head lolled on his shoulder, wobbling when Leo shook her. He called her, Calypso called her. Her chin fell on her chest, dabbled with blood from her mouth, smearing on her shirt.

Calypso swore, forcibly holding back tears, vision blurring. Nothing was working. Pressure on the wounds, the material was sodden crimson within seconds. Nectar, water, herbs she had gathered. Nothing was working.

"Leo-"

"Don't. Please don't."

"I don't know w-" Calypso started, eyes widening. He held out his hand, too slowly, too stiffly. He could only watch as she slumped, eyes rolling back in her head. A metallic dart glinted in the back of her neck. Louisa's head tipped away from his body as he reached forward. His bloody fingers touched cool metal, a stinging flash in his neck.

Shadows wiggled at the edges of his vision, numbness seeping into his limbs. His ears picked up a whistle, some sort of signal. In his peripheral, darkened figures moved through blurry waviness. His head connected with the earth, arms falling limply around Louisa's too-still form.

He awoke with a jolt, gasping and coughing. His neck, shoulders, back, were all stiff and pained. Bed sheets clung to him, immediately going up in flame as he grasped them. His skin had been scrubbed clean, someone had put him in Pikachu pyjamas and dark socks. Heart in his mouth, he looked to his right, seeing no details of the room but blue and white.

"Leo?" He jumped, head snapping round.

"Cal?" She smiled weakly, cradling a plate of sandwiches in her lap. Her eyes watered, bottom lip trembled. Tears splashed onto the bread and she bowed her head.

"They won't tell me anything." She breathed, trembling. She seemed to wear all pink, Leo's brain swimming too much to focus properly on yet more smaller details. "They… knocked us out." She continued, hardly louder than a whisper, "brought us here. Th-they took Lou and… and I don't- I don't know, I don't know!" She wailed, flinging her hands up to cover her face. The plate soared, sandwiches flipping in all directions. Leo shifted on his bed, he had to get to her.

A door opened, hitting a wall.

"It's about time you plonkers were awake. I was starting to get bored." Calypso coughed, clenching her fists and glaring in the direction of the voice. A girl stood between the ends of their beds, hands on her hips. About their age, with short auburn hair, dressed all in black, British accent, moss green eyes. She raised a brow at Calypso, who had now snatched up the most violent weapon she could muster- her pillow. "Calm down, love, you're safe here."

"Where are we?" Leo mumbled, his surroundings beginning to see-saw.

"And where's Lou?" Calypso demanded, voice shrill. "What are you doing to her?"

"We're attaching a second head as we speak."

"What?"

"Did sarcasm miss you people?" The girl tipped her head to one side. "She'll be fine," she rolled her eyes, waving a hand, no big deal, "who stabbed her though? Only I can stab her."

"She's… she's alive?"

"Yes, cloth-ears, she's alive."

"How-?"

"We're very clever. Well, that's subjective." She corrected instantly, rubbing at her jaw and humming in thought. "I'll let Joel explain it, it's all high-tech mumbo-jumbo and I ain't exactly brains of Britain." She noticed a sandwich on the floor and sighed. "That is the last time I make anyone food."

"L.J?" Leo frowned. "I think that's what Lou called you. L.J."

"Mm? Oh, yeah, that's me. Lucy-Jo, but everyone just calls me L.J. At least, to my face they do. I am not a nice person, apparently." She shrugged a shoulder. "The meds will be in to check on you soon, so just hold your horses."

"But Lou-"

"Horses. Hold them. Joel will explain. I'm going on break." She waved, spinning on her heel, and marched out. The door swung shut behind her, her footsteps muted when it clicked shut. Leo looked over at Calypso. She was already watching him, fresh tears stemming.

"She's alive." The words flipped something in Leo's brain and the room came into focus.

"Good. 'Cos I'm gonna kill her."