AN: … We're not even going to mention that it took us almost three months to update…

We are going to say sorry, though. And also, it will take at least a month before the next chapter can be written. Sorry.

Here is the review where Bob responded to other reviews… Yeah, that sounded weird.

Here I am, replying on reviews again. I'll make sure that this will come in the chapter too, but since I have no idea when we have time to write it, I'll just reply here.

Okay, first thing first: I'm sorry Matt, for calling you Max in my previous review. *Smiles sheepishly*
Second thing on the list: Send a HUGE thank you to everyone who loves Fincy! THANK YOU FOR ACKNOWLEDGING THAT THEY'RE AWESOME TOGETHER! :D
And then another one before I'll respond to some people more specifically: I want to thank everyone who reviews something along the lines of 'PLS update soon!' or 'Love your story!'. I can't promise that it'll make us update faster though, sorry about that. Especially when we're on holiday, we can't update anything if we're not at the same place.

To the Guest called Guest: Very original name xD. Anyway, thank you for informing us on it, but are you sure that you're not mistaking it for poseidon's? If I remember correctly, a blue trident above Percy's head when he got claimed.

To another Guest, this time called Meghan: Er, I'm not so sure what you mean with that so I'm just gonna settle on thank you for your review. And I'm certain that there are a lot more fanfics with gay people in it.

And then last but certainly not least, to a guest called Sapphire: I KNOW RIGHT! They're my favorite too, along with Bastille. Nikki also loves Imagine Dragons, by the way.

So that's it for now, until the next chapter is up.

Bye,
BobSaysHelloFromNL

Disclaimer: don't own anything

Percy's P.O.V.

I didn't wake Finnick up when it was time for his shift. Nonetheless, he was awake before the gamemakers decided to make it light again. "Percy? How long did I sleep?"

I shrugged carelessly. "Four hours?"

He tiredly rubbed his eyes. "Are you tired?"

"No." I lied.

Finnick got out of the sleeping bag and walked over to me. Stiffening a yawn he said, "Get some sleep, Perce. You're useless if you pass out from exhaustion."

"I won't." I stated stubbornly.

"Well, I won't go to sleep either, so we can just sit here and do nothing or we can use the little time we have to let you rest." Finnick sternly said.

I rolled my eyes, but the effect was ruined by a yawn. "Fine." I gave in and grumpily got in the sleeping bag.

The moment my eyes closed I felt myself drift off into dreamland. So maybe I was more tired than I thought I was…

The house was of decent size. Sea-related decorations were all over the place, making me feel right at home. I had, of course, already seen all of this before. This is Finnick's house. A delicious smell came from the kitchen. As in a trance I followed the smell. A woman I had never seen before was cooking dinner, humming silently to herself. I tried to get a good look at her face, but she was moving too fast. Her movements that of an experienced cook. Was this Finnick's mother? Her hair color matched his, but that was the only similarity I was able to spot.

Still, she had to be Finnick's mom, who else could she be?

I heard a voice in my head: "Stupid mortals, don't even have the power to kill another mortal without my help."

Alarmed by the words, I looked around for the source of it. A horse. Just outside the building. It wasn't a normal horse, though. It spoke of mortals, which meant it knew of the existence of immortals… The door got kicked in. Suddenly the horse was inside, flames blowing from his nose like breath on a really cold day. I had seen such a creature before, at the Triple G Ranch. An ordinary looking man was sitting on the horse. Ordinary except for the translucent skin. If I hadn't seen far worse things in my life as a demigod, I would've thrown up. I mean it. He looked like one of the skeleton warriors with a glow around him where skin should have been.

Finnick's mom screamed. It didn't help the situation, but it was the obvious thing to do.

"Tell me where your son is!" he yelled at her, hoping she would hear it over her own screams."Tell me and you'll live!"

"Never!" She shrieked back at him, throwing the nearest thing, which was a spatula, at his head.

Bull's eye. The man yelped and clutched his left eye in pain. "Di immortales, thanks to you I'm going to have to wear an eye patch for the rest of my already ended life!"

Finnick's mom didn't react to his whining and instead did the wise thing, she fled.

"Don't waste your time standing around, chase her!" The man complained to his horse, still grabbing his eye and because of it almost falling of the horse when it moved. "Thanks for the warning, you disgusting creature!"

"You f*cking son of a b*tch, I'm not your f*cking slave!" The horse reared angrily. The man, completely unprepared for it, fell on his back. Hard. And the horse kicked him in the private parts for good measure, before running off to find Finnick's mom. "Resurrected humans, think they're almighty just because they get a second chance at life. Probably still believes he can sing," The horse muttered under his breath. "I'll just do it myself then."

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I woke up panting. The death of Finnick's mother… it was supposed to be Finnick instead. His mother died protecting him, I realized. Should I let Finnick know? He had a right to know, but telling him would only result in him blaming himself for something that lay completely out of his hands.

"Hey, you alright?" Finnick asked me in concern. "That didn't look like a nice dream you had."

"No, it wasn't," I admitted. "But I'm okay now."

Finnick sat down next to me and I lay an arm around him. "I have them too, you know?" Finnick said. "Bad dreams. Ever since my mom died. I keep seeing new ways how she died. Sometimes it's my fault. I know she died in a fire, but that's not always what I see in a dream."

I held him just a little tighter. "You didn't have to tell me that if you didn't want to."

"I know." He turned his head to face me. "But I wanted to." He leaned in for a soft kiss on the lips.

"You want to tell me about your dreams?" Finnick asked.

I hesitated before I shook my head. "No. Not yet."

For a single moment hurt passed over Finnick's face before he carefully hid it under his mask. "Okay. I'm here for you when you're ready to talk. You know that, right?"

I grabbed his hand with my free one and looked him in the eye. "I know," I told him, and I hoped he believed me.

We sat there for a few minutes before Finnick spoke again. "It's already morning, we should get up."

I sighed but complied nonetheless. "Of to find the mysterious district twelve girl," I groaned. "Where are we supposed to start?"

"Let's go back to the cornucopia. I saw a huge tree overlooking the whole arena." Finnick suggested.

"Yeah, but how do we get there? Didn't Mags say that the horn was always claimed by the volunteers?" I recalled.

"Yes… yes she did."

"But we're still going there," I stated with a smirk. "Of course we are."

Finnick smirked back at me. "You know me so well, Percy."

We quickly packed the few things we had and left the campsite.