An empty feeling hit me like a ton of bricks, Trina, I needed Trina now. Percy, Percy too! The sky was falling, my arms flailing, my stomach in flames, my legs jelly.

I fell against the stove and felt my consciousness slipping away from me like a lovesick nymph. I felt helpless in my own house and the floor was heating up, and then freezing. I felt as if I were in the tundra or a damsel awaiting her prince. Where was he?

Trina was screaming, outside I could hear lightening sizzling, in July. My eyes blurred and I passed out, I could hear nothing beside the constant need. Baby, please, I need you, I need your father, and I need you. I did not understand what this meant, who was saying this, or why it rang in my head. I felt like it was my mother, but she would not be worrying about me.

He wandered around the streets with arms covered in scratches needlessly crisscrossing his forearms. He was handsome but in trouble, hapless and angry. The only way he felt he to rid this anger was to talk, to fight.

A young man, close to his age, was walking around with wavy black hair in a foehawk, jeans, and a neat blazer, the top buttons of his shirt were undone, his feet in converse. This man had money; this man was a perfect target.

Elena! Elena why?

The young man stopped close to his alley, looking through a notepad and relaxed. His predator bunched himself up, coiled to spring, but the other looked up in time. Just as the hunter tackled, the prey darted to one side and ignored him.

The seeker growled ferociously, enraged at being ignored, spurned. He attacked again but the other was too fast and knocked him down to the ground.

"Parker stop, this is not right." The opposite said swiftly and deftly somersaulting away, "Come with me, truly." Compassion radiated from him but Parker did not want kindness, he wanted revenge, closure. He deserved that at least. Henry had not saved him, no one could save him.

"I don't want that, I need a fight!" Parker breathed loathingly. "Go on, hit me with all you got, I can take you." The other ran a hand down his face in frustration.

"Did I work so hard for you to kill yourself fighting me? No! I need you to listen to me!"

"Piss of, when did I ever ask for your help?" the prey looked at Parker with burning eyes and emotion he could not recognize, it was anger, certainly, but it held concern.

"When I saved you from killing yourself fighting me, it will be no use. I am cranky, in lack of sleep, and I am keeping a very rich investor waiting so I would not fuck with me." he said calmly revealing fighting spirit.

Parker just looked at him and his mouth popped open in awe.

xoxoxo

"Is she alright?" I heard someone buzz impatiently and tenderly overhead, it was Trina, of that I am sure. I could imagine, thought not see, her pacing across from where I lay, and talking quickly to Mother.

Mother?

"Of course Trina." a glorious voice responded quietly, my stepmother Kim said. I felt tears but not from my eyes. I began to scream.

"AHHHH, PLEASE, PERCY!" I hear my voice as if it is far away.

"Trina!"

xoxoxo

PERCY

Parker looked well in his new clothes, however, he kept pulling down the sleeves of his shirts to hide his scars. I could not help him there, but he could. I suppose if I could persuade him to enter water but he never would.

He could play guitar and he was not weak, a talker, clever beyond words, a crusader but not yet ready.

"She left me on a boat you know," he said softly as if half-hoping I would not hear. "Mel told her it was me or their daughter, she chose Heidi."

xoxoxo

ANNABETH

"MOM!" I shouted, no, shrieked. "PROTECT THEM!" I fainted again, why did I say them?

xoxoxo

PERCY

"Did I tell you his brother killed his own daughter? Iphonine, she was beautiful, and he was beyond control...the car."

xoxoxo

KIM

I knelt on the floor and prayed to Her, Fred's ex, for help. Annabeth was beautiful, everything I wanted to be but I by myself was not enough for Fred. He needed her. Athena and I needed her, she needed this baby.

"Athena, save our daughter!" I cried out in the frazzeled weather outside beside a fountain, the hospital dim and grim looking.

"What will you give me in return?" a thunderous voice replied, it was not female.

xoxoxo

PERCY

Aphrodite was indeed a dangerous creature, she could turn anyone's heart against them. Annabeth was always talking about couples like that Heathecliff and Catherine, Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy, and of course Ron and Hermione.

"Gods save us all from a woman's scorn." I prayed.

"Anything." I promised.