(A/N Thank you so much for all of the reviews! It makes me feel so amazing to read them!

I do have a question for you: Would you like to see Percy's past lives? I don't really have any important plot line for them, but I have their general lives in mind. [Like how Aphrodite would have explained them to Piper, but it doesn't really have any impact on this story, which is why I didn't include it.] Let me know!

As always, I hope you enjoy!)

Apollo

Percy was pacing and Apollo wanted to send him away so that he could focus on his sister better, but Percy'd been the one to save her from the cavern.

Percy was muttering to himself and Apollo wanted to scream for silence so that Artemis could better rest, but Percy had befriended her somehow.

Percy was driving Apollo insane! But he withstood it because it was so obvious Percy cared for her.

"Stop fretting so much," he snapped. Really, the kid's anxiety was giving him the jitters. He was worried enough already, and didn't need someone else dancing on his last nerve. "The poison can't kill a god. Her ichor is burning through it, it'll just take time."

"I'm sorry. It's just- When I saw- And how I-" He was pulling at his hair and pacing again, eyes wild. It was a good thing that his entire consciousness was in this room, because Apollo was sure that Percy would snap at the slightest provocation and those eyes struck fear on a good day…

"I can imagine it'd be a bit traumatic…" he tried, hesitantly, to sooth the young god.

"Is there anything I can do?"

"Unless you can show me exactly where the poison in her is, no."

To Apollo's surprise he strode over to the sleeping goddess, took a breath and started making slow wave motions above her body. A sickly green glow emitted from various places. He heard his own breath catch.

"I learned in Tartarus," Percy explained quietly, not taking his gaze off Artemis. Apollo silently went to her other side to begin helping her naturally burn the poison away. "Well, not the glowing…"

"Don't- Don't do anything. I don't want you to move it. But the glowing is good." Apollo said urgently. Percy nodded numbly.

"It's not natural," he said with obvious self-loathing. Apollo knew; he'd become very familiar with the sentiment in the past decade.

"This is how you fought Akhlys?"

"Yes. I swore I wouldn't do it again. 'Some things aren't meant to be controlled.' My domain is maintained by my link to my humanity. How am I supposed to do this?" his voice broke. "I'm already failing, and those that link me to my humanity are only going to leave me. I've already broken an oath of my own, and I can hear what's worse calling." He sounded so defeated and Apollo knew it had to be really bad for him to be opening up like this to him.

"Worse?" he asked. It was sobering to think of just how powerful this kid was as a demigod, and for some reason they'd made him a god now. He was scary, but at least he wasn't mad.

"It's liquid. There are… other liquids that I refuse to call to. I'm not- I'm not a monster."

"Perseus-"

"It's just Percy," he said automatically, not thinking.

"No. I name you Perseus Jackson, son of Sally Blofis. I, Apollo, god of the sun, archery, healing, music, and truth thank you for saving my sister from further suffering by using any means possible at your disposal. It is unlikely she would have died in that place, but I am glad not to know what could have happened had you not intervened as you did. I am in your debt."

Percy gaped at him, tears even gathering at the corners of his eyes. He swallowed and went back to focusing on Artemis; there was much less green glowing from her veins now.

"Your thanks is enough to repay your debt," he whispered after some time, his voice thick.

"You were close to Jason Grace, yes?"

Percy glanced up at him in question, nodded, and looked back to his work.

"Do you know the promise I made him?"

Percy's eyebrows scrunched in concentration.

"'Whatever happens,'" he recalled sadly, "'remember what it's like to be human.'"

A sad, fond smile found its way to Percy's face.

"And do you?"

"You know the answer to that. You'd have my hide for breaking a promise to him," he said with a smile, earning a smirk from Percy.

"How do you? It's been over a decade, and it was just a few months of your multi-millenia lifetime."

"I made a list. Of people I've wronged. It grows as I realize my actions were uncourteous or as I remember things from my past. And if something more recent makes its way onto the list I rectify it immediately. I watch the heroes. The demigods. My own and others. I keep my distance, as the Law dictates, but I care for them in whatever way I can. Sometimes it's how I would have before, but sometimes it's something a little different. A little new."

Percy softened. His shoulders relaxed, his expression spoke of fondness, and his eyes lost their edge. For a breathtaking moment Apollo squirmed with the warm feelings this Percy pulsed through him; pride tearing at him because he was the one to make Percy look like that. But then his brat sister had to wake up. She always did have bad timing.

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Artemis

Her brother and Perseus tried to explain what happened, but she was just too angry to listen.

It was a trap! She knew it was a trap. It looked like a trap, it smelled like a trap and guess what! It was a trap! But she'd stumbled into it anyway. Honestly! Percy was going to think it was his purpose in life to find all the traps she'd sprung and wrangle her out of them. This was the second time he'd done so.

Huffing she waved off their explanations of her reaction to the poison and Apollo's treatment. She cursed vehemently when Percy held her down and Apollo scolded her to rest for a bit as her body finished healing and reclaiming a bit more of her power. When her brother threatened to call Asclepius she finally swallowed her pride and laid back down.

"Where is Akhlys now?" she demanded.

"In the Underworld in Hades' care," Percy answered with venom in his voice. She took a little pleasure in his thirst for vengeance on behalf of his sister, but put that aside.

"And the monsters she'd called to her?"

"Dead or scattered."

"Mmm," she nodded. "What about the land?"

Apollo winced and Percy scowled.

"It's dead," her brother whispered.

She heaved a sigh. She had hoped it would be more salvageable than the wetland she'd been in last year.

"Will you report to the Council?" she asked them both.

"So that you can rest?" Apollo countered while Percy smirked behind him.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll stay here until I feel I can teleport without getting too dizzy."

Looking torn, Apollo finally nodded his consent.

"Alright," Percy spoke up, "tell us what happened so we can let you rest."

She winced, but told her embarrassing tale of overestimating her own abilities and falling into a trap that was meant for Percy.

"She wanted to dismember you and send you to Tartarus. See how well you reform there. 'It'll be a lovely experiment,' she said." Artemis ground her teeth at the memory, and she watched Percy's eyes darken.

"I'll let the Council know the target on my back didn't fade when I died," he said bitterly before leaving.

Apollo gave her an unsolicited hug and a relieved smile before following.

She sighed again and got more comfortable in her bed. Reaching out her consciousness she found her hunters, longing to be with them again but glad for the company she had when she awoke.