I'm so sorry I haven't updated this for so long. I had writer's block for some of the time and then no time to write for another part. And I moved onto another fandom and was reading so many amazing fanfics. But there's really no excuse... Sorry :3

But thanks to some lovely reviews, I've updated!

Guess what? I still don't own PJatO.

Chapter 3

Almost three weeks had passed and I didn't know where the time had gone. My mum still hadn't realised that there was another person in the house - not that I was expecting her to. Why would she bother to look in the spare room if she doesn't usually?

Somewhat scarily, during the past weeks, the boy hadn't properly awoken yet. I thought about calling the hospital but something inside me was telling me that was a bad idea. On the other hand, everyone else in Manhattan had awoken. The media were blaming it on some kind of gas leak however I wasn't so sure how 'gas' could move and break statues.

I decided to make my way to the guest room. When I opened the door, I was shocked to find him up and about.

"You should be resting. You're bruises and broken arm won't heal by themselves."

That was all. I just stood there not knowing what to say next. I mean, there was a cute 16-year-old boy (did I mention half-naked?) walking around my guest room. So I did the only normal thing to in that situation; I just stood there looking stupid. He still hadn't said anything. It looked like he was thinking but whatever it was about, he wouldn't tell me. I tried to get his attention again:

"The media are blaming the destruction of parts of Manhattan on a gas leak but there's obviously something they're not telling us. I'll let you in on a little secret: it 's got something to do with the Empire State Building. Just a few weeks ago I saw your people in Greek armour coming out. They were fighting those creatures again while everyone was sleeping. I don't know how to explain it but I'm guessing that's what the government are trying to cover up."

As soon as I said this, he quickly looked up at me; by this time, I was sitting on the bed. He hurried over with a serious look on his face. I knew I had got his interest now. He still didn't say anything and must have been trying to figure something out.

"What did you see?" He spoke, finally.

His voice was low and slightly hoarse (which was quite understandable seeing as he hadn't spoken in a while).

No. What surprised me was that he didn't think I was some kind of crazy girl who'd gone mad. Personally, I had been trying to make myself believe it was a dream but clearly from his reaction, it wasn't. This guy knew I wasn't crazy because he was one of them; the Ancient Greek, for want of a better word, soldiers.

Then I realised how long I'd stayed silent.

"Well basically," I found myself fiddling with my necklace. When it moved, it made a jingling noise which was meant to scare away evil spirits. "Once I had gotten you up here, I tried to go out and find your friends. The people by the bridge were all busy so I looked elsewhere. Then I saw a group of people hurry into the Empire State building. Everyone else seemed to crowd around the building afterwards. There were some blue sparks and then they seemed to celebrate but didn't seem to be happy. I'd assume that there were quite a few losses."

"Thank the Gods..." He sighed in relief.

"Why the Gods in plural?" I asked.

"Well, I'll tell you... later? Wait a minute! You said you were awake through all that. Are you sure?" His blue eyes pierced into mine as if this was of tremendous importance.

I raised an eyebrow and stared at him until he realised what he'd asked. Of course I was awake or I wouldn't have been able to see them things.

"Okay well this complicates things."

"How?" I asked, "And why was everyone asleep?"

"I... I don't know how to explain it. The orientation video is how I found out but clearly that's not here..." He continued to babble on about confusing things such as 'Chiron', 'camp' and how maybe I was 'minor'. I didn't know if that was an insult but I had no idea what he was talking about so I just ignored that comment.

"Maybe we could start with your name," I suggested.

"Good idea." He smiled sheepishly, "My name's Michael Yew, son of..." He trailed of yet again and I pretended not to notice.

"And I'm called Cass," I smiled back politely, "Nice to meet you."

"How long have I been here?" He inquired, getting up to his feet and running his hand through his messy blond hair.

"Today's the 5th September." I said, letting him do the maths.

"Oh Hades," He muttered, slumping onto the bed, "Do you know a quick way to get to Long Island?"

Unsurprisingly, I realised, he had to get home, "I suppose we could take my mum's car."

"Perfect. When can I leave?"

"Hold it! I'm coming with you. How else am I going to get the car back?"

"Fine," He said, rather begrudgingly in my opinion, "So, when?"

"We can go..." I checked my mental calendar, "Tonight. My mum's at a party and she's getting picked up by some Greek dude – her date."

"You have no idea how ironic that is."

"You are definitely not driving." I said in a stubborn attempt to end the argument my way.

"Do you even know where we're going?" He cocked an eyebrow.

"Urm... Long Island?"

"Exactly." His face looked smug but I wasn't going to let him win that easily.

"I wonder, which of us has a broken arm?" I teased.

"Neither." I would have assumed he was joking, except he was serious.

"What?" I asked, probably too eccentrically to be considered normal.

"My arm isn't broken," He shrugged, "It's fractured, yeah, but I can get that fixed at camp."

"Oh. Is it one of those medical summer camps that help people get better jobs?"

He racked his brain for a moment, "Not exactly. Our cabin help out at the infirmary a lot though."

"Are there lots of fights then?"

"Not really, but when there is one, it's a battle. The last one was particularly bad."

"I'm still driving," I joked to lighten the mood.

He looked at me and winked. I felt myself grin without meaning to.

"Why don't we toss a coin?"

"I call heads."

He took a coin out of his jean pocket (I'd bought some new clothes at the closest shop for him) and held it out in his left hand.

"Good job I'm pretty much ambidextrous."

He threw the coin and it flipped around in the air three times. It landed on tails. Typical.

"I win," He smirked cheekily.

"Don't think I like this idea."