A/N: Alright! One more to go!

This is Frank's, and it focuses a lot on Percy and Annabeth, but I liked it anyway and I thought it portrayed Frank in a different kind of light.

We've got 2 days until The House of Hades.

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Frank was on guard duty.

Since they had started to head back to the Greek camp, (Percy said it was called Camp Half-Blood. Frank thought it was a little weird) they had placed a guard in sickbay for Percy and Annabeth in case they needed anything.

Frank had never seen anything like it. Nico had been right about Percy being the strongest demigod he had ever seen. The guy had carried himself and his girlfriend through hell and back. Frank was glad to call them his friends.

Their wounds were awful, and they had yet to wake up, but Piper and Coach Hedge said they were doing okay.

They were curled up together on one of the cots. Their faces were pressed together close enough that their noses were brushing when they breathed, and they were holding hands in between their chests so Percy's hand rested on Annabeth's heart and Annabeth's hand rested on Percy's heart. Their legs were tangled together under the sheets, and Annabeth had her other hand pressed flat to the small of Percy's back.

Frank was almost jealous.

Things were going good with Hazel now, but a week ago, Frank would have been steaming with jealousy at the sight of Percy and Annabeth. After he had almost gotten himself killed for Hazel, he had finally managed to tell her that he loved her. And to Frank's amazement, she had said it back.

Frank had a bandage wrapped tightly around his stomach and shoulder. He had ditched his shirt, (it kept sticking to the materials) and he could still see some blood under his fingernails. He had fought hard. He was exhausted, and his muscles were killing him from shifting so much. This stupid stool he was sitting on did not help out his back problems either.

Frank heard a groan from Percy and Annabeth's cot, and he jumped up.

Annabeth's eyes were squinted open, and she finally focused on his face.

"Frank?" She whispered. Her voice was rough and hoarse.

He nodded. "Yeah. It's me."

"Percy okay?" She asked even though her arms were wrapped around him and she was looking at him.

Frank nodded again and tried for a smile. "He's fine. He's still asleep, but he's okay. Do you need anything?"

"Yeah, I need to pee." She said as her gray eyes flicked back up to him.

He grinned. "Okay. Come on."

She gently removed her arm from around Percy's back, and pulled her hand out of his. She bit her lip, and placed her hand in Frank's so he could pull her up.

"Hey," Frank said comfortingly. "We're coming right back to him."

Annabeth nodded and looked back down at him, "I know, but I don't like to leave him. My hand feels empty without his. So let's hurry up. I'm legit about to pee on myself."

They walked slowly toward the bathroom across the room, and Frank let her hand go once they got to the door.

She hesitated and flicked a look back to Percy before shutting the door.

A minute or two later, Frank heard the toilet flush and the sink water running. Annabeth opened the door again, and she walked past Frank.

He started to follow her, but when she passed a mirror, she stopped cold to look into it.

Frank could tell that she had lost a lot of weight. She was wearing a thin tank top, and her ribs were plainly visible. Her jaw was bruised, and she had a bandage wrapped around her shoulder like Frank's.

"Gods, I look awful." She whispered.

"I think you look beautiful."

Frank and Annabeth both jumped when they heard a deep voice behind them. Percy was standing just off to the side, and they had been so focused on the mirror, they hadn't seen him get up.

Percy didn't look any better than Annabeth did. His ribs weren't visible just because his abs had them covered, but he had thousands of cuts and bruises across his chest.

Percy walked up behind them and wrapped his arms around Annabeth's waist and rested his head against her shoulder, pressing a kiss to her skin.

"I woke up and you weren't there." He murmured.

"I'm sorry. I had to pee and I didn't want to wake you up. I'm sorry." She said softly.

Frank felt like he shouldn't be watching them, but he had strict instructions from Piper not to leave until Hazel came to relieve him from guard duty. She said that they shouldn't be left alone while they were sleeping in case something went wrong.

"Wake me up next time." Percy said.

"Okay." She looked back to Frank. "Are we going back home, Frank?"

He nodded. "We should be there in a few more hours so I would try to get some more sleep if you guys could."

"He's saying we look bad." Percy mumbled with a glance back at Frank.

"We do, Seaweed Brain." Annabeth said. "Now come on, I'm tired."

Frank followed them back over to their cot, and he resumed his place on his stool.

"Frank, you don't have to stay here." Percy said with a gigantic yawn. "We're fine."

"Piper told me that I had to stay here until Hazel came back to check on you, but if you guys won't tell anybody, I'm going to go to sleep right here." Frank said as he leaned back against the wall.

He heard Percy and Annabeth say something else before he fell asleep. He woke up a little while later to Hazel kissing him awake and telling him to go get some more sleep before they arrived at Camp Half-Blood.

He looked back over to Percy and Annabeth curled back up fast asleep together with their arms around each other. If they could make it out of Tartarus and be okay, then anything was possible. And Frank was going to win this stupid war for them.

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