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Hades looked down at her. Louisa frowned up at him.

"What?" She demanded.

"Too soon."

"So? Problem solved, right?"

"Wrong." He rubbed at his jaw, grimacing. Louisa began to protest. He raised his hand for silence. "You do not know who will miss you, should you proceed."

"But the gods-"

"My son will not lose another sister." He glared at her. "Back you go." Hades snapped his fingers. Her stomach lurched sickeningly as she was hurled into darkness; pain so blisteringly hot, it froze, sharp and stabbing, in her chest.

"Ahaha, we've got her back! We've got her back!"

"Hold her still! Check the transfusions, someone get me some more bandages!"

"On it!" The voices blurred together, echoing amongst too-loud heartbeats, swimming into white noise as drowsiness took her.

Her body awoke before her brain, a millisecond between the actions. She jolted, agony amongst her ribs, almost blinding her in its wake. Her hands would not move, wrists entrapped at her sides. Her stomach contracted, vision clouding. She could not draw her legs up to her. She tried twisting, kicking, arching her back. The room began to spin. She lost sight of the lights, the walls entirely. She heard the creaking of branches above her head, the rustle of leaves. Gryphons cried, hellhounds snarled, dryads whispered in their sleep.

Louisa cried out. She was here, in this forest, but she was still pinned down elsewhere. Her mind and her body came to no agreement as to where she actually as. She had fallen in this forest, back and shoulder numbing upon a hard connection with a tree. Its roots encircled her shoulders, knotting around her waist and arms.

You try so hard in the name of the gods, a woman's voice cooed. It came from everywhere and nowhere, whispered in her ear and spoken through the foliage. Let me spare you the torment. Roots coiled around her legs, one as wide around as she was clamping around her ribs. Just give in, the woman soothed, just give in, little one. Louisa could not breathe, choking, sobbing, knowing nothing beyond pain and immobility. Something crawled over her ears, her eyes.

Your fate will destroy you, let me free you from it.

And then she was moving. The forest disappeared, her feet hit a cold, tiled floor and she was off. The room span in a whirlwind of colours and nausea; she missed the door, shoulder-slamming a wall. She fell to her knee, hand slipping on the wall, tipping sideways. Her chest blazed, stomach heaving. The light blotted out above her.

"Don't you dare be sick. That's not in my contract." The figure moved, crouching beside her. Louisa could not see them for tears, just a mess of auburn hair. "Also," they poked her in the head, "could you please not destroy the plumbing? Boss won't be happy."

Louisa was sick instead. Her companion shot back, well out of range, complaining loudly in disgust. "Can I get some meds in here?" They yelled. "Oy, you! Don't just stand there, get someone qualified!"

The door slammed open and Lucy-Jo was back, fuming. Joel patted her head in greeting, drawing her annoyance to him rather than Leo and Calypso. Neither of them were paying her any attention, examining the walls. Almost half an hour ago, the plumbing had gone mental- sinks, toilets, pipes, fire extinguishers and sprinklers. They could hear people racing around, yelling, water sloshing, the pipes rattled within the walls, spreading cracks through the plaster and paint. They were all drenched, the sprinklers switching on with such force, they had exploded and flooded a sharp torrent upon them. Moments before Lucy-Jo's arrival, everything had ceased, save for the ankle deep water on the floor and the numerous lines of water hissing from the walls.

"What's going on?" Neville asked.

"Some sort of nightmare, she threw up everywhere and passed out."

"Ooh, not sick." Joel wrinkled his nose. "You don't deal with sick."

"No I do not." Lucy-Jo huffed.

"Considering your line of work," Neville mused, "that's just weird."

"Coming from you?" She retorted, jabbing a thumb at Joel. Her brother blushed and turned away. Joel opened his mouth to chip in, quietened by an elbow in his stomach from both siblings.

"Where's Lou now?" Leo asked.

"In some serious trouble." Lucy-Jo sighed. "Boss ain't going to like this."

"Boss doesn't like anything."

"Not true." Joel grinned. "He loves me." Neville and Lucy-Jo exchanged not-so-subtle looks. Joel ignored them.

"Can someone please explain what's going on?" Calypso exasperated.

"The meds fixed Lou up and restrained her so she wouldn't try and stab herself again, except she freaked out when she woke up and now all the water's on the blink, so I untied her and she bolted, but she hit the wall, fell over, threw up everywhere even though I told her not to and passed out. The meds are with her now." Lucy-Jo frowned. "I don't deal with vomit, people, learn this and learn it quickly."

"Meds?" Leo asked.

"Our medical team." Joel elaborated. "They're great, you'll love them."

"Can we see Lou?" Calypso framed it like a question, but she wasn't set to give them much choice, readying her pillow. Before the trio could reply, the door was thrown open again, sloshing water into waves. The three friends stood to attention, clenching their fists over their hearts. A tall man strode in, scowling. He too was dressed in black, but also wore a navy blue cloak about his broad shoulders, the end of which trailed in the water. His dark hair was smoothed back, a stray curl tipping onto his forehead. His dark brown eyes were furious, strong jaw bunching as he looked down at the trio.

"Boss, it's Lou." Lucy-Jo answered quickly, tucking her hands behind her back. "She's recovering, but she was having some sort of nightmare. You remember her powers are affected by her emotions?" The man inclined his head. "Meds are with her now. Joel was just about to leave and get his repair team in order, weren't you, Joel?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah! Yeah, I was! Excuse me." Joel grabbed Neville's hand and the pair hurried out the door. The man- Boss- was looking at Leo and Calypso, part-crossly, part-expectantly. Lucy-Jo moved so she stood in front of him again, fist over heart once more.

"This is Leo and Calypso, friends of Lou's. We tranked them before we brought them here, all security measures in place. Uh, Leo's a demigod too. I don't know…" She trailed off, looking questioningly over her shoulder at Calypso.

"There is a Calypso in Greek mythology." Boss mused, making Lucy-Jo jump and face him again. "Are you one and the same?"

"Yes. Sir." Calypso added quickly as Lucy-Jo cleared her throat. "Leo freed me from my island, I am mortal now. Sir."

"And the dragon burning down our cafeteria?" He inquired. Lucy-Jo winced.

"Uh, that's Leo's dragon, sir. Joel woke it up. It was a suitcase." Boss blinked at her, brow furrowing slightly. Lucy-Jo shrugged a shoulder. "They're all weird, Boss, just roll with it."

"I would, but my plumbing has completely backfired and the cafeteria is still on fire. And it's Wednesday, Lieutenant. You know that's pizza day."

"Sorry, Boss."

"Um, sir?" Calypso raised her hand. "Can we see Louisa now? Please, sir, we need to know she's OK."

"Get the dragon under control. Lucy-Jo will accompany you. I will check in with the meds, determine Louisa's state." Calypso began to press further. Lucy-Jo shot her a warning look, cutting a hand across her throat. "Lieutenant, can we expect repeats?" She started to attention.

"I will do my best to avoid those, sir."

"Good. The demigods are your responsibility while they are here. Assure they behave and abide our rules." Boss raised a brow at Leo. "Keep that dragon in line. The penalty for misconduct will not fall to you." Lucy-Jo's shoulders tensed. Boss nodded at her and took his leave. She stood stock still, fist still over heart until the door swung shut. She breathed a sigh, shoulders slumping, resting her hands on her knees.

"Shit." She sighed.

"Is he not going to let us see Lou?"

"Not yet."

"Why not?" Leo demanded. "If she's having nightmares-"

"I know, but we can't argue with Boss." Lucy-Jo shook her head, pushing a hand through her hair. "Let's sort the dragon out first. The meds will keep Lou calm, probably sedated."

"Is it worth mentioning she's got amnesia?" Leo hunched his shoulders, humming innocently. Lucy-Jo stood straight, inhaling deeply. Slowly, she turned to face them, forcing a smile, eyes hardening dangerously.

"She's got what now?"