Guest reviews:

Guest 1- Need an umbrella or a box of tissues? I'm not sure :D

Guest 2- I should do more Sage then. I like writing from Tyler's point of view, kind of, though. Easier flow. Could try more Sage all the same :P Don't hurt him? Oh, and a pretty please! How can I refuse that? Easy, right. Got it. MWHAHAHAHAHA!

Guest 3 (Angel of Darkness)- LAZY! You're going to kill a fictional character? Wow. And he's not even your own! That's impressive! No, Percy doesn't liikkeeee Dean!

Guest 4- Yup, Tyler is better than Dean in their eyes. Desperate? Desperate is good! :D

Guest 5- The kisses after Sage's text were an accident. She wasn't supposed to and I wasn't paying attention, so very sorry! And no, he's not going to be Luke's son, don't worry.

Guest 6- What?

Guest 7-… You certainly have a lot of feelings…

Guest 8- Not happy? Terribly sorry :P

Guest 9- How'd you know she's going to marry Tyler? :D

Guest 10- I know! I felt like doing something different, so two! Love, Leo- same thing :3

Guest 11- Fix Sage? How? What? Why? You've confused me now! :P

Has anyone seen Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs Two? OH MY GODS, I WAS DYING WITH LAUGHTER!

Sage hovered nervously outside the intensive care room. Only his parents were allowed in there, but she had wormed her way into seeing him through the window. What confused her was that Andrew was more often than not absent.

He was hooked up to this machine and that machine and this bloodline and that line. For once, she didn't understand. She didn't understand why he was here in the first place.

Tyler couldn't have simply fell. Something didn't sit right with her, but she couldn't put her fingers on it.

Then again, she was more worried about her best friend than anything else.

She had seen him asleep before- he had a habit of dozing off in lessons- but this was different. There was no content smile or twist of emotion as he played along with his dreams. He was just… asleep. No emotion. Blank.

Not Tyler.

Wiping away tears, she tried not to feel guilty. She shouldn't have been out with Dean; she should have been with Tyler. Maybe she could have helped him.

But how had he fallen down stairs if he lived in a third floor apartment? He had been in that night. She had texted him before leaving with Dean and he had said he would be staying in that night, watching movies and eating ice-cream.

"Time to go Sage."

"Five more minutes." She pleaded her father. Percy ran a hand across his jaw, looking worriedly at Tyler and his mother.

"OK." He relented, turning and walking back to the family waiting room.

Sage was forever grateful to her father, especially of late. She had annoyed and upset him to no end and he was happy enough to sit in a waiting room, alone and ADHD, for a good two hours. He was a good dad, even if she wasn't the best of daughters.

Those five extra minutes enabled her to grasp the situation.

Andrew was marched into his son's room with a police escort. His hands were cuffed in front of him, his eyes red and puffy, still tearful. He didn't look at Sage once, his gaze fixed to the floor.

He stood awkwardly at the foot of Tyler's bed, chewing his lip. One police officer remained in the room while the other stood outside, guarding the door.

"Excuse me." Sage said to the second officer. "Why are you here with Andrew?"

"You know Mr. Davidson?"

"He's my best friend's dad." The policeman looked around warily.

"There was an accident. Mr. Davidson was drunk and-" He continued talking, telling her what had happened. She only half-listened. Mr. Davidson was drunk pretty much summed it up.

Anger burned through her veins with fiery venom. She had always gotten along nicely with Andrew, having heard but never witnessed his drunken antics.

Now this.

He should wear that guilty look with an extra bam of shame.

"Hey. Helloooooo, earth to Tyler."

"Ugh…" Tyler opened his eyes groggily, squinting at the sudden brightness.

"It's alive!" Charlie's grinning face popped into his line of vision. "How're you doing?"

"Am I dead?"

"No. Close call though."

"How-? What-?"

"Um… you are in… limbo." Charlie said slowly, seemingly unsure what to say himself. "And… I'm here… to… look after you?" He glanced around. "I think."

"But… how… I can't… oohhhhh, this is making my head hurt." He cradled his head in his hands, drawing his knees to his chest.

"Sage hasn't told you about the other side of our family, has she?"

"Other side?" Tyler looked up then. Charlie smiled.

"Nothing. Don't worry."

"No, tell me. And explain to me why I'm here and… not dead… you're here, you're-"

"I'm dead, I know. I still haven't figured out if I can poltergeist anyone though."

"Poltergeist…" Tyler repeated, swallowing nervously. "Are you sure I'm not dead? I can't… understand why I'm seeing you."

"You make that sound like a bad thing." Charlie mumbled.

"Well, no, but…"

"It's OK." Charlie's smile made a comeback. "I'd be scared too if I saw my best friend's dead cousin. Oh! How did Valentine's Day go?" Charlie looked eagerly at Tyler, expectantly.

Tyler wished he could return that enthusiasm.

As he stayed quiet, the hopeful look on Charlie's face faded into something more consoling. "You didn't tell her, did you?" Tyler shook his head. "Why?"

"Dean."

"Dean? That Dean Archer kid that flirts with everyone?"

"Ye- how did you know that?"

"Um…" Charlie suddenly looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights. "Uh, well… there was this thing and… now I get Sage's letters."

"Does this have anything to do with your family's other side?"

"Yes, but that's… classified."

"Just tell me."

"Can't."

"Why?"

"You might go insane."

"There won't be much of a difference, so tell me."

"Um… OK, not my fault. Do you know anything about the Greek gods?"

"What? Like… Athena?" Charlie nodded. "No, not really. Why?"

"They're real?"

"Seriously?"

"Dead serious." Charlie's eyes widened as he realised what he had said. "Anyway, they're all real. Occasionally come down here, have a bit of spicy time with some mortals and have demigod kids."

"Demigods. Next you'll be telling me there are monsters too." Charlie pressed his lips together. He wasn't denying it. "Oh my god, this is insane."

"It's also a long story, so you might want to sit down." Tyler stared blankly at Charlie, debating whether or not he should actually sit down. "Seriously," Charlie nodded. "You'll want to sit down."

Tyler sat and Charlie told him everything.

Yes.

He did want to sit down.

Sage hadn't meant to sneak out or steal her mother's hat, but she had to see Tyler. He was on the third floor of the hospital, fifth room in from the east.

Piece of chocolate cake.

She dressed warm; pulling on the jacket Tyler had gotten for her as a birthday present last year. It was comfortable and durable, a size bigger so it would last her longer. There were many pockets, inside and outside, which suited her legacy needs, even if he knew nothing about them. She tugged the hood up, leaving a note on her bed and tiptoeing from her room.

She skipped the squeaky bottom step and hurried to the door on light feet, 'borrowing' her father's keys. The door closed with an inaudible click behind her and she sprinted around the house. They kept their bikes in the garage and Percy had a key to the garage handy.

Her bike was purple and well cared for, not even squeaking or clacking as she rolled it out onto the drive. She glanced nervously up at her parents' bedroom window, but the curtains were drawn and all the lights in the house were off.

Securing her helmet and tucking her mother's hat in one of her jacket's many pockets.

She reached the hospital within fifteen minutes, pedalling crazily and endlessly. She had to be as quick as she could in case her parents found her missing.

Concealing the bike in a bush, she looked up and located Tyler's hospital room in a second. It was quite a climb, but she couldn't walk in through the front door. They wouldn't let her see him.

She put the hat on, taking a deep breath to prepare herself for the climb.

The wall wasn't easy to climb- the drainpipe was potentially treacherous, but there were a few cracks and large chips in the brick and she produced foot- and handholds from the tiniest of the wall's disfigurements.

The window itself was another challenge. There was a partition in the window that could open separately, but she would need to be secure on the ledge before trying to open it from the outside.

Tyler was lying motionless in his bed. The only thing that assured her was the rise and fall of his heart monitor.

She pulled her knife from inside her jacket and jammed it in the window, pushing her weight against it and sliding it along until the lock clicked.

Moving aside and retaining her balance, she edged the window open and slipped in.

Glancing at the door warily, she concealed her knife and moved to his bedside.

"Tyler." She hissed, taking his hand. He was still warm, his fingers twitching about hers. "Hey. Get better, OK?" She reached into her pocket and retrieved her stone.

It was a purple stone Percy had found for her at the bottom of the ocean when she was younger. A crystal variation he had somehow found deep in the sea. It was her prized possession, a good luck charm if you will. The rock was no bigger than a golf ball, the jagged edges smoothed by Leo and cut into a rounder shape.

Turning the stone over in her hand, she studied Tyler's peaceful expression. "I need you to get better." She breathed. "I heard what you dad did. The police took him away, but they bring him to visit you. He looks like he hates himself for what happened and I don't blame him. He's a nice guy, save the drunk bit." She closed Tyler's fingers around the stone. "I shouldn't have gone out with Dean. I should have come over to yours or invited you along. I'm so sorry."

Footsteps sounded outside and she jumped to her feet. "I'll come back if I can, Tyler." She stood on her toes and kissed his forehead. "Promise."