Artemis PoV

It was several years after the second Giant war.

Through some very unfortunate incidents, my hunters had been lost.

I didn't have the heart to continue.

My hunters were like family to me, and I couldn't replace family.

Of course, without my hunters, I was spending much more time back on

Olympus.

It hurt to see those demigods-the seven- walking around Olympus, having been made gods, while not a single one of my own had survived.

I sighed, looking down at the beer bottle in hand.

There was a commotion behind me, and I turned to find one of those damned demigods, the Poseidon spawn, brawling with some of the other immortals.

There was a whistling, and everything went black.

I was somewhat aware of being shaken, then moved. Being laid down on what felt like a mattress, a blanket left over me.

When I was finally able to open my eyes, I was staring up at a far too bright, shiny ceiling.

So I was in my brother's medical ward.

I sighed, swinging my legs over the side of the bed.

Of course, with my luck, I fell flat on my face when I tried to stand.

"What the hell Apollo!" I yelled at the floor, knowing full well he was watching me from behind the door.

His snickering was a dead giveaway.

My imbecile brother helped me back onto the bed.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Well," he explained. "You were hit in the neck with a tranquillizer dart, and the person who concocted it did it poorly, or at least in a strange manner. You were passed out for over a week, and you can move around and talk, but you can't stand."

I just stared at him.

My brother continued. "Percy found some suitors chasing after you and tried fending them off. After he had done so, he found you unconscious and brought you to me."

I narrowed my eyes. "Did he do anything stupid?"

Apollo laughed. "Percy Jackson? Do something to you? While unconscious? He would never. He didn't. My baby sister still holds her precious virginity."

I punched him in the gut. "I'm older."

Apollo leaned closer. "He has a crush on you. His girl dumped him, and you need to do something fun. You should totally hook up with him!"

At that, I kicked him in the crotch.

"I would never betray my hunters," I snapped.

Apollo sat down next to me. "Arty, I know they were like family to you, and it hurt to see them die, but they're gone. They would want you to be happy. Part of moving on is change. Something to get you moving again."

We sat in silence for a few minutes before hearing someone clear their throat. "Am I interrupting some sibling-Iy telepathy thingie?"

Apollo jumped up. "Percy! My man! How you doing, bro?"

They did that weird man hug thing before turning back to me.

"Um, hey," Percy greeted.

I nodded toward him. "What brings you here?"

"Um, I think it best Apollo explain that," Percy muttered.

I glared at my brother.

He smiled at me. "He'll be your caretaker. Percy and his ex were sharing a place, and he got kicked out when she dumped him. Since you can't walk, you need a caretaker."

I grudgingly accepted.

Once again, I attempted to stand.

This time, I did not hit the floor.

I fell, but Percy caught me. "You are a very stubborn goddess."

I snorted, giving my brother the mental finger as he winked at me.

Percy put my arm around his shoulder, one of his arms going around my waist.

We appeared back at my palace, and Percy helped me to the couch, sitting down across from me. "So, what are the rules?"

"Rules?" I questioned.

"You know," Percy said. "Stuff I should and shouldn't do."

I nodded. "You must be fully clothed at all times. You may not enter my room without permission. You may not-"

Percy cut me off. "I meant stuff that wasn't obvious."

I pointed at the blanket sitting on the table in the corner. "That is my favourite blanket. It is mine. If you use it, I will castrate you."

Percy nodded solemnly.

"I'll go ahead and assume the guest bedroom is mine," he stated plainly.

I nodded. "Also, don't you dare think about bringing any of your friends or flings here."

Percy nodded. "I don't have flings."

We managed to co-exist peacefully for a good month before something bad happened.

It started with something shattering.

Well, that's all I heard.

Then some filthy male was on top of me, pinning me to the bed.

I kicked, thrashed, and swore.

Of course, then the bastard put a power cancelling cuff on me.

I screamed for Percy.

Loudly.

The god cussed, covering my mouth as he tore at my clothing.

I bit him, and his hand moved to my throat.

Things became hazy, and I felt the pressure shoved off me.

I was deftly aware of fighting and yelling as I re-oriented myself.

Next thing I knew, there was a shirt being placed over me, lips on my forehead.

"Percy," I murmured quietly. He hugged me, and I broke down.

Not just the traumatizing event. The loss of my huntresses. The pain. Everything.

Apollo appeared. "What happened?"

Percy told him, but I wasn't paying attention.

My brother's hand rested on my shoulder for a moment before he hauled the god away.

Percy brought me back to his room, tucking me into the bed.

I tugged on his hand, curling up on his chest as I fell asleep.

When I woke up in the morning, Percy had his arms around me, lips pressed against the top of my head.

I smiled softly and went back to sleep.