AN: Ok so I may have lied a teensy bit, this chapter won't be Thuke, or Percabeth, more like Charisse (?) because it's the only one I could be inspired by.
I pushed his hair back out of his face, trying to get him more ambrosia. He turned his head, pouting slightly. I sighed he never liked to eat this stuff, since the Labyrinth he had only been eating small amounts of Rice Krispies and water on occasion. Sometimes I had to force food down his mouth so he wouldn't starve.
"Mary, no! We can't get out of here, we need the string," he exclaimed, panicking.
"Chris, my name is not Mary, please you have to remember me, please," I pleaded, tears welling up in my eyes, "Please remember me, please."
"NO! Not there, the skulls, they were everywhere, we need to get out of here, Mary, come on!" He ranted and raved, his eyes looking wildly about him. He struggled to get up, but I forced him back down.
"You got out of the Labyrinth! You're free, we're back at Camp Half-Blood," I yelled, but the only reaction I got was when I mentioned the Labyrinth, his eyes widened in fear.
"The son of Poseidon he's the wors-" he began, but I slapped him in anger.
"Clarisse?" he asked and hope bloomed in my chest, "No, sorry Mary, but we really need to get out of here."
In that one moment of clarity I had hoped he might be back, without the help of Dionysus, I thought that I had cured him, but my hope had been crushed right back down into the back of my heart and I grew angry. Screaming in frustration I picked up the nearest thing next to me, which happened to be a pitcher of water, and chucked it against the wall, shattering it and sending glass shards and water everywhere. Tears began to streak my face and I began sobbing uncontrollably.
What if Chris was never cured? What if he stumped Dionysus? Would he never remember who I was? Never leave me again? Chris's case looked so completely and utterly hopeless that I could even pull myself together, but I remained mortified at what Ares would do to me if he saw this. Crying over an undetermined half-blood, he would pull my liver out through my nose, and use it as a murse.
"Chris, please, oh gods Chris, you have to come back! I need you," I yelled, "Please?"
I heard a slightly annoyed sniff behind me and I turned around to see Dionysus staring at me with contempt and Chiron staring at me with pity. Dionysus walked towards Chris with an air of power, as if this was a little thing.
"Step aside, Caroline," he ordered airily. I almost retorted angrily, but then I remembered that he might be the only hope to cure Chris's illness.
Dionysus put his hand on Chris's head and he seemed to pull something out of his head, and Chris fell backwards, fainting. I raced over to him and lifted him up, trying to see if he was okay. His eyes fluttered open and there seemed to be something more there, something more……. Alive.
"Clarisse? What are you doing here?" Chris asked and I began sobbing uncontrollably again. He remembered me, he remembered.
All I could do was smile at him, tears streaming down my face, hiccupping occasionally.
"Oh, Chris, I'm so glad you're back!" I exclaimed.
"Will I have to be the one to say it?" Dionysus asked looking at me and Chiron, but when we looked back puzzled he sighed, "Frankly, you stink, Charles, when was the last time you took a shower?"
A/N: Ok so I have a stick up my bum because Rick Riordan made Percy and Rachel kiss! It has to be Percabeth or nothing! I'm going to find the slut and kick her……. But that won't stop me from maybe writing a one-shot about her.