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Lacey's P.O.V

It just…hurt. I just couldn't deal with the pain anymore. I couldn't deal with walking around our prison camp trying to put on a brave face when honestly, I didn't have one. I couldn't deal with the guilt and confusion of Jason, of what had happened. I couldn't deal with seeing him on the steps outside the Senate House, hands bloody, tears streaming down his face, sobs wracking his body so violent it looked like he might've been having a spasm that could've ended his life, then and there. But most of all, I couldn't deal with not running to him, not being able to, because of Annabeth's' arms around me; holding me back. I struggled and struggled, I scratched and kicked, I screamed and cried. She led me off somewhere and sat me down. And I just couldn't deal with it. It was like everything that had ever happened to me had caught up, and the pain I had been running from for years had won. It had won. And I had lost.

And I just couldn't deal with it.

Annabeth's P.O.V

It was about bloody time, too. Hours, it had taken hours. Hours of my life wasted. I had looked for about two hours for Lacey. Then I found her. And it had taken another three hours to get her out. Of a bush. By the river. And it was midnight. Or…there abouts. Actually, I had no idea. She looked like shit. Horrible. Like, I could've barely thought it was Lacey unless she had spoken. Or sobbed. Same difference.

God, it was only a guy.

Get freaking over it. I did. Well, after four years of convincing myself I didn't love him. In other words…I think Lacey could break down for a while. She was crawling out, scratched, bloodied, tear-streaked face. I looked down on the pitiful creature that was Lacey, and helped her stand. I knew as soon as she stood she wouldn't be able to walk. Jeez, she looked so bad I think she needed to go to the healers. I turned my back and she got the memo, and with a lot of jumping and struggle, she was on my back. I jogged and walked up to the tent that was the healing 'room', and gently lay her on the nearest bed. It was completely empty. No patients, no doctors, no guards. I glanced back down at her. In the light, she appeared even worse. How long had she been out there? The meeting had ended yesterday. I had stayed with her for about an hour? Then I left her for the rest of the day and night. I had only realised she was missing at about noon the next day. I did a quick calculation, and my eyes widened. Thirty hours.

She had been out there for thirty hours.

"Lacey. Lacey I need you stay here and stay awake, okay?" I begged, already backing away from the bed, desperate to get help. She tried she really did. I could see. But no matter how much willpower she had, sleep won out. Immediately I could tell she was unconscious. I ran out the door fast. I was frantic now. Where the hell were all the people? My brain was obviously sleeping. But the tiny fraction of it that was still awake told me everyone was probably in bed. Duh. I had no idea where to go. I could see the visitor's cabin (apparently built by a skilled architect who went missing after the war. Don't ask me who or what war, I had no idea) from where I stood. It was the closest and would have to do. I sprinted down the path to the cabin, but paused at the door. There were probably boys in here. And it would probably not be acceptable for a lady to barge in to a boy's cabin. That would be severely braking the rules. A cheeky grin slowly spread across my face.

It had been a while since I'd broken some rules.

Let's do it.

I ran in and I screamed and I made as much noise as I could give some of these visitors the biggest heart-attack they'd had. It was awesome. I almost forgot about my dying friend. Almost. Okay, they were all awake now.

"Do we have any healers in here? Please?" I croaked. My voice hurt from all that screaming. A tall athletic boy stepped forward. I surveyed him openly, to check he looked like what he was doing. He looked like a surfer. Blond, sandy hair with blue, piercing eyes. He opened his mouth, probably to introduce himself or something, but I interrupted him.

"You'll do."

I seized his arm and started to pull him along, but he seemed to realise this was urgent, the little legend, and he started sprinting. Soon we were at the tent, and he took one look at Lacey, and ran out the back, coming back with an armful of equipment, and to me, he seemed to be running some test or something. He muttered something that sounded like 'that's not good'. It hadn't really occurred to me before, but Lacey could die. She could die. Right here. Oh God.

Oh God.

I raked my fingers through my hair and pulled until it hurt. I started pacing. I couldn't stop. I wanted to ask if she would be okay, but one, I didn't want to interrupt him; and two, I was too damn scared. What if he was one of those people who told the truth to you straight, and he was just like; 'your friend is going to die'. What would I do? Well punch him obviously; but then what? I would surely go mad. Crazy. Senseless. Unhinged.

Insane.

Later on, I wasn't sure if it was the beginning of insanity or the mention of it that made me do it.

Maybe it was both.

But I ran. I ran to the river, and ran along it until I found a deep part. I jumped. Fully clothed. It was the middle of the night. It was unbelievably freezing. It was utter stupidity. It was absolute bliss. I just stood there. It was just the right height. I had to sort of bob up and down to touch the bottom. I let the current cleanse me, letting me forget about Lacey. I tried to let go of the memory of Percy. He was always in the little corner of my mind. Cowering from the thoughts of revenge always there. Always present. But the cold water of the river seemed to be providing it with courage. That memory in the little corner grew, and suddenly it was all I could think about. And for once, I let it take over me. I let that little memory wash over me, as unquestionable as the river was washing over anything in its range. For once in six years I remembered. And I remembered what it was like to love. To live. And for once in six years, I was totally okay with it.

Percy's P.O.V

Well that was incredibly weird. Almost his level of weird. But not quite. As he climbed back into the bunk bed in the visitor's cabin, he closed his eyes and tried to block out the noise of his roommates hustling and bustling to try and get settled again. Most of them seemed rattled. They were obviously wondering about the sudden appearance of the grey-eyed girl. And as he tried to sleep, he realised he was too.

And he couldn't shake the feeling that he knew her.

A/N: :0 Hi guys! First off, I thought it was about bloody time Percy Jackson came into the picture. I also wanted to apologise for how short this chapter was. I know it was like; uncolossaly short. I just felt it had to end with Percy, ya know? If you disagree or just don't like it, please tell me. Or if something doesn't add up, I am open to criticism. Thanks for reading!

P.S. Percabeth will come face to face next chapter! :0 Love you all! Xx