…(cue crickets)...Please don't send me to Hades! I'm so sorry. I just got a huge case of writers block. Or maybe I'm just too easily distracted by… things. Heh, yeah, "things."

So anyway, I've been trying to sit down and type this chapter out for a good few weeks now and guess what.

I got nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

Yay me! (Note sarcasm.) So anyway as some of you might already know, in my case of writers block I sat down and wrote down a chapter, published it, and it takes place in the Twilight fandom. Check it out, you don't need to like or even know about Twilight to read it. It's called Do You Believe In Soulmates? And feel free to type up a review to answer some of the questions on the bottom of that story.

Back to MMJ (Mrs. & Mrs. Jackson), I hope you can forgive me for my untimely updates, it's really hard with my new busy schedule. Okay okay, I'll shut up now. Enjoy

(Spends twenty minutes staring at screen thinking of ways to start chapter) finally got a good start to the chapter after reading this quote:

"Break her heart and she is yours forever."

. . .

Now she understood.

"It was the only way to keep him alive."

Now she understood.

"Please understand, this is all I could do."

Now she understood.

With her chin held high, Artemis retreats, away from Perseus.

"I understand," she nods, gives a slight bow of her head, and simply walks out of the cabin.

She doesn't turn back.

. . .

Later, Thalia finds Artemis in her tent, stabbing away at some old, abused war map. She immediately interprets the old habit, and clenched her teeth. He was the only good man left.

Now there are none.

"They lie," are the words that greet her.

"Who?" Thalia asks tentatively. She ducks her head and zips the front of the tent closed, knowing full well no one outside will be able to hear.

"Those disgusting, filthy animals. They lie. They all do. Men lie, they manipulate, and they kill." She steps back and sits on her bed, head in hands, elbows on knees. Thalia recognizes this position, for she herself had bore witness to it many times before. This was one of defeat, of unshared burdens. Of burdens so strong, so heavy, they are able to bring the strongest ones to their knees. Many warriors held this position after a day of war, a day of loss and death. Many family members held this position for grieving purposes. Artemis held it for something much deeper.

This was the burden of love.

"Though," Artemis chokes back a laugh, "they are such skilled killers. For they do not kill with a sword, a knife or a bow. No. They can easily twist you and manipulate you to the point of no return. To the point when they can simply decide to set down a set of keys, say a simple word, or say nothing at all; and your world crumbles. It shatters and it crumbles—just for them. Just. For. Them."

"They target the weak," she continues, her voice lowering. Thalia strains to hear the rest of her small speech—no, her confession, for speeches from Artemis she had heard many times before. This—a true, heartfelt confession, is something she had not heard yet. "They target them and take control of them and they manipulate them and they—and they fill them with empty promises and sad happiness. And then what do they do? They play with them. Once they're tired with their target, they cast them aside like a broken toy and move on, looking for the next one," a single, lone tear finds its way past the walls of Artemis's eyelids. Thalia wipes away at it. The end of her confession is near, she knows this for a fact.

"And then they win."

Break her heart, Thalia remembers reading once, and she is yours forever.

She never knew how true this could be.

Too bad it was Artemis to show her the true pain of love.

Break her heart and she is forever yours.

Thalia breaks, a single tear joining Artemis's on the ground.

. . .

Percy didn't know what to do with the knowledge of the possibility—no, of the certainty that Artemis would no longer even want to look at him.

It made him want to fade. He looked down at the ground, nearly demanding for it to open up and place him where he belongs to spend the rest of his eternity. In the deepest pits of Tartarus.

"She will forgive you," are the words that Chaos says. Percy shrugs off her hand from his shoulder, nearly violently, and shakes his head side to side as though he were trying to crack it.

"Is she Annabeth?"

Chaos understands the meaning to this question. It is not the he has settled with Artemis because he can not have Annabeth. It is because she is not Annabeth he understands the pain.

Annabeth cheated on him. He has cheated on Artemis. Unknowingly to him, Annabeth still loves him.

He still loves Artemis.

Chaos sighs and allows her lone hand to fall to her side. "No, she is not," she finally responds, and Percy has his head hung in shame.

Knock, knock.

The cabin door creaks open, and a small, innocent cry is let out. A cute yawn is followed soon after when the intruder continues to sway back and forth, sh-ing to calm the small infant. Chaos teleports away, deciding to watch from afar. Percy let's his head up, hoping the person is Artemis returning.

No such luck.

Instead, Annabeth walks in, a small baby in a bundle of silver and sea green blankets with a soft hat, rosy, pink cheeks and small red hands. He stares at the small creation in awe, for most immortal children are born with a golden haze to them. Annabeth, after patting the baby's behind, looks up and smiles at the sight of her once-lover, and now friend. Her eyes have a sparkle to them as she hands the baby over to the father, and set a white towel over his shoulder.

"The boys were kicked out of the cabin after being rendered useless when it comes to female newborns. Piper and Hazel helped clean her up while I fed her. This is Carter. The new edition to the Jackson Clan."

"She's beautiful," Percy whispers, as though the raspiness of his voice would harm the ears of his newborn child.

The rest of the evening is filled of Percy talking to his new daughter, Annabeth, then him and Chaos talking of his condition, Chaos checking on Percy's spine, and little baby Carter being held in the arms of her crying mother.

. . .

The heck? What in the world. This is the shortest chapter in all of FanFiction! I'm so sorry! Writers block I tell you, you must pray to the angry gods of writing! Heh, have a good one guys.