This chapter's going to be a bit short, but I'm working on it!

Guest reviews:

Angel of Darkness- Oh, so Dean wasn't supposed to kiss her? Ha! Blame Annabeth- she somehow talked Percy into being a bit nicer towards boys…

Guest 1- I like that idea! Stop giving me ideas you lot! I get so evil! And Tyler's mortal- no more random demigods or legacies popping up as love interests. You're not the only one that wants him as a demigod though :P

Guest 2- Monster attack? Hmmmm...

Guest 3- Um, Dean asked Sage on Valentine's Day to go to the cinema with him and she agreed. Uh, Tyler was going to tell Sage how he felt, but saw Dean and didn't get his chance, so threw his Valentine's Day gift in the bin. Dean and Sage went to the cinema, got McDonalds and then kissed outside Sage's house, where Percy busted them. Tyler's dad was drunk and tried to go down the stairs, but Tyler pulled him back and Andrew got mad, tripped and Tyler fell. He smacked his head and is now in a coma in hospital. I hope that helps, but I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or whatever instead of genuinely confused :P

Guest 4- YES! :D

The first thing he saw was white. White ceiling, white walls, white bed sheets…

The first thing he remembered was Charlie. He wasn't sure how he knew him- maybe one of those people who he was just suddenly friends with.

He felt sad thinking about Charlie and he realised Charlie was dead.

Why was he dead? How?

Tyler frowned. Why was he here? In a hospital.

Looking around, he saw his mother asleep in her chair. Where was his dad?

"Mom." He tried, his voice croaking barely above a whisper. He cleared his throat, feebly pushing himself up on his elbows. A pitcher of water was on the bedside table, a glass already full next to it. He stretched for it, but his vision blurred and his arms were numb.

The glass shattered on the floor, startling August awake

"Tyler!" She exclaimed happily, beaming as tears of relief filled her eyes. She was on her feet and hugging him in a second. Her hand through his hair and she sobbed. "How are you feeling?" She asked, pulling away and running a hand down his cheek.

"Can I have some water?" He motioned at the pitcher, his hoarse voice barely audible.

"I'll get you a glass." She kissed his forehead and hurried out.

Tyler looked around his room, trying to remember how he ended up here.

His mother returned with a stack of plastic cups and a big wad of loo roll. She poured him a drink, steadying his hands, before moving on to clear up the broken glass and split water.

Thirst quenched, he looked at her quizzically.

"What happened?"

"You fell down the stairs." She replied quietly, expression grave.

"We don't have stairs." She pursed her lips, a look of irritation flitting through her eyes. "Mom?"

"There was an… accident. Your… dad," Her voice was tight, annoyed, on that word, "Was drunk. I was working and you were keeping an eye on him. He got out and… Do you not remember?" Tyler tried to draw up the memory, but he only came up with a blank.

Shaking his head, he felt hopeless. His mother's face was pinched and pale, her eyes brimming with worry.

"Do you know anyone called Charlie?"

"He's Sage's cousin."

"He's dead, isn't he?" She nodded, solemnly, biting her lip. Tyler chewed his on lip, pondering his next question. "Who's Sage?"

I have two people to blame for this amnesia thing- you know who you are! :D a