Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, or general outline.

Also, if anyone out there is from Moore, Oklahoma, my thoughts are with you. And actually, anyone in general who is having a hard time. Never loose hope. But don't forget how important moving on is. And also Moving On. Onward we go!(Bad pun, I know, I know; good advice though)

Hazel…

For a second when Hazel awoke, she thought of how lucky she was; to be alive, see Sammy Valdez (in a way), to date Frank, (who can turn into animals), see that Jason is alive, and make many new friends like Piper, Leo, Percy, and Annabeth. Of course there were the negative factors in her life as well. The entire fleeing from a heavily armed Roman camp, being the daughter of Pluto, and Percy and his girlfriend (no wonder he couldn't and didn't forget her- she makes an impression that even REYNA can't beat!) falling into Tartarus. Her and her brother not being able to safe them was the worst. For hours last night before she fell asleep she had considered ways they could have saved them.

Even so, she came out with none. Maybe if she had screamed louder; no she was still hoarse from screaming- or perhaps if she had jumped in as well, but that would just defeat the purpose and Frank would've been horribly mad and upset. At least Percy and Annabeth were together.

Hazel had to admit that they were cute together, even if they had pulled that stunt in the stables. Hazel felt like choking; she had been so careless then, not even meeting Percy eyes. Setting him out and ganging with Frank, making it feel Roman vs. Greek. Hazel thought back to her meeting with Venus- or had it been Aphrodite? Either way, she couldn't help believe that it was partially her fault. If Percy hadn't loved Annabeth then he wouldn't have tried to save her… No. That was wrong. If their had been no love then Percy would not have remembered her, and even if they had not been in love Percy still would have tried to save her.

'Yikes,' Hazel thought. 'I need to stop thinking about them in past tense. They are still alive. I know that.'

Hazel looked around the room which as similar to all the others aboard the ship; except hers had a sleeping bag sprawled out on the floor where her brother had been sleeping, he had already left to who knows where, and there where a collection of gems, and even a few bones from the children of Hades sleeping here. She had been so nervous last night a chunk of emerald had flown in from nowhere and almost hit Nico on the head by accident.

A note propped up against the lamp on her night stand in Nico's sprawled handwriting that read,

"Hazel, gone to Helltown for awhile. Be back later. Don't blame yourself.

Nico. "

He had also scribbled a little skull and crossbones; his sign. He hadn't been direct on what the letter meant but Hazel knew. He was referring to his- her cousin (kind-of) Percy.

The thing was, Hazel was to blame. She could have cut the spider silk first. When Percy didn't know what she meant- she should have been more direct. It was all her fault. Percy had every right in the world to dive head first into the world largest; and deepest swimming hole, filled with monsters and horrible substances- and blame it on her. So did Annabeth. Hazel was positive that Annabeth hadn't anted Percy to fall in and risk his own life for her, or maybe…

They loved each other so much it seemed only right that they would not separate. Percy had always loved her, and Hazel knew it. The way he had searched for her before they were even dating, the look in his eyes when they passed San Francisco, and the look of determination to finish the quest given by Mars- Hazel knew that had not been meant to release death, it had been to return to camp, and find Annabeth- and his old life.

Hazel knew this for sure. She had never been a deep sleeper and when she had woken back up in the middle of the night, after that day where Percy had been found and they had won the war games, and where given a quest; everyone else might have been tired but Hazel had been more awake than ever. She had a bottom bunk diagonal from Percy's so she could see him. Not that she was looking- he was in only the camp's uniformed boxers for her defense. It hadn't even been how godly he looked that had drawn her attention that night; it had been the sounds he was making.

Hazel had awakened to the words, "I don't have any spare change!" For a millisecond Hazel had thought Percy meant her until she realized he was dreaming. Hazel knew it was rude but she lay awake and listened. He murmured the words, "what, are you real?" and Hazel couldn't help wonder what he was dreaming. There was silence for a while and Hazel was about to fall asleep when Percy muttered, "Annabeth, wait!" Hazel froze. His words became clearer. "Goodnight, Wise Girl." Hazel couldn't see Percy's face but she was pretty sure he had just kissed his pillow…

"Hey Death Boy,- whatever Nico, your fault I'm tired.- You made me bathe in the Styxs!"

Hazel froze. Nico, Styxs. So Percy did know Nico; and they must have been pretty close if he spoke to him in his dreams.

Now of course this all made sense. Hazel had forced Nico into explaining the entire thing to her before they fell asleep. They were almost like brothers. Cousins, to be exact. She was actually his cousin too, but they were nowhere near as close as Nico and Percy. Hazel recalled the look of fright on Percy's face when Frank repeat the lines, "Son of Neptune shall drown". She remembered Percy's face of total trust and a mask of calm when he had shouted up to Nico as he dangled over his ledge leading into Tartarus. He knew he was doing the right thing. Just to nobady else did it seem right. Or fair. 'There is no fairness in death," Death had said. Or Thanatos, whichever. But this didn't apply to Percy and Annabeth.

They aren't dead. 'Not yet at least,' Hazel thought harshly.

Hazel thought back to just a few days ago, when Percy and Frank had saved her from the Karpoi. Now it was her turn to save Percy. And she would.

She had no idea how. But she knew she would. Hazel thought of all of Percy's friends; at both camps, and his parents, none of them knew yet. It would be so hard for them, Hazel thought. Even harder than it was for me, they knew him longer, haven't seen him for months and then, plop. Byebye to Tartarus it is.

Was it all her fault? Hazel brought herself back to reality. No, it was Gaea's doing, not hers. That may not have been the last guilt thought Percy and Annabeth; but she knew the most were gone; over with, just like her blackouts. Both because she had moved on…

Were do I start now. Ahh yes. Really late, I know, but I have had lots of concerts, homework, riding, and stress in the last weeks so yes. Now your guilt time. Seriously ONE review! ONLY ONE! Lets get more! I have a new deal. 5 reviews= new chapter. Got that? I need 5 REVIEWS and you'll get a new chapter. And no one can review twice. Lets see if anyone wants to read more. 5 REVIEWS!