A/N: Hello! It's Sadie again with another chapter.

WARNING: There is some kissing and a bit more adult content in this chapter. It is all still in the T range, don't worry. It's basically a sentence. Do not worry about it. I just felt like I had to warn anybody who is reading T range stories when they might be more suitable for K-K+ range stories. I am thirteen years old, I'm not going to write anything more than T.

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Disclaimer: I am writing my own novel, and I own that. Unfortunately, I do not own Percy Jackson or the Heroes of Olympus. As I said, unfortunately.

Zoe hurried after him, and as Heracles quickened his pace she was forced to run. He reached a ship in the coast near to the mountain, and climbed aboard. He grabbed Zoe around the waist and set her down on board. He barked orders to the crew, and soon the ship set sail. He turned to Zoe, a strange emotion in his eyes. He picked her up and slung her over his broad shoulder. He stalked into the main cabin and set her down not so gently on his bed. He stalked towards her, and the girl cowered away, scrambling to get away. A phrase repeated itself over and over again in Zoe's ears. What have I done?

He growled,

"Pretty one. Come here."

She had reached the end of the bed where she cowered in fear. She shook her head, scared for her life. He grabbed her and pulled her towards him, where he unbuckled her dress. She screamed, but nobody came to her rescue. She had no choice. He took off her dress, throwing it to the side of the room. She was left in white undergarments, her skinny form tensed. He laughed, but not in humor. He kissed her hungrily, forcing her head back. After several minutes he finally broke apart, leaving her gasping for breath.

She screamed again, and suddenly the door burst open.

A teenage boy stood there, his mouth wide open at the sight. A beautiful girl being raped by Heracles was not an everyday sight. Heracles sighed and pulled off Zoe, raising an eyebrow at the boy.

"Yes, boy? It had better be good for interrupting me."

The boy gulped again, his eyes carefully on Heracles' face, away from Zoe, who was crying. He felt the need to save her from the torture, and quickly said,

"My lord, the helmsman wishes to speak with thee. He spoke about an incoming storm, and being unable to avoid it. He requested that he might speak with thee."

He glared at the boy, who shrunk back.

"I will go to see the helmsman. If this be a trick, boy, thee shall regret it."

He grabbed his club and lion fun cape and stormed off. The boy prayed to his father, Poseidon, that he should have enough time to get both him and the girl off this ship before Heracles came back. He had been locked below death before this, but now he had access to the deck. He carefully did not look at the girl and grabbed her dress off the floor and held them out. She mumbled thanks and redressed herself quickly. He studied the floorboards before the girl put a slender hand on his arm. He turned, relieved that she was dressed. Tears still leaked from her eyes, but she half-smiled. The boy snapped to action. He whispered,

"I can get thee off this wretched ship."

The girl's dark eyes widened and she nodded quickly, not trusting herself to speak. The boy continued hurriedly,

"I am a son of the Sea God. I have not had access to the deck before now, when I was sent to give that message to Heracles. I can take us both to the sea, and out of here."

She nodded, and slipped on her sandals. The boy, who was wearing a ragged grey shirt, dark shorts, and gladiator sandals, grabbed her hand and they crept out of the cabin. They emerged on the deck, when a few sailors turned to them. The sailors glared at them, and the boy whispered,

"Run."

They both ran to the edge and slipped under the railings. Both were skinny, the boy because of malnutrition and the girl just naturally. They fell into the ocean, hugging each other so as not to be lost. They dropped into the water, and the boy was surprised to find Zoe breathing easily. He looked questioningly at her and she just pointed away from the boat. He nodded, before grabbing her hand. A blush spread over her copper cheeks before she realized he was trying to combine their water control to make them go faster. She nodded and willed the currents to flow behind them. They sped away from the ship, maybe twenty feet underneath the surface. The speeds at which they went would have burst a regular mortal's ears and eyes, but the two children of the sea could stand it. They finally stopped, both exhausted from the effort. The boy willed their personal air bubbled to connect, enabling them to speak. Zoe croaked out,

"Di Immortales. I thank thee. What is thy name?"

The boy half-smiled,

"My name is Perseus, but my close friends call me Percy."

Zoe smiled back, her tear-streaked face lighting up a bit.

"My name is Zoe, but my close friends call me Zoe."

The boy laughed, a fun laugh, not the evil laugh of Heracles. He genuinely smiled at Zoe,

"Well then, Zoe, it is certainly heartening to see someone with a sense of humor."

Zoe smiled at him, before replying,

"I suppose that I was the most, how do I put this, carefree of my sisters," She paused, unsure of herself, "Percy."

He grinned at her.

"I guess we are close friends now," Percy paused dramatically, before sighing,

"I'd call thee Zoe, as thee said thy close friends call thou Zoe, but thy name is regularly Zoe."

He held a hand to his heart dramatically and Zoe giggled. She tucked her raven black hair behind her ears and asked, her face serious,

"Where do we go now?"

He raised an eyebrow,

"Who said we would go together?"

Zoe blushed at hit his arm, annoyed. He raised his hands in the air, sighing,

"Point proven."

Zoe glared at him, until he raised his hands again in surrender,

"I was joking, Zoe. I know that we are very far from land, and that it would take many days for even us combined to return."

Zoe frowned and tried to think of any islands in the sea close to the Garden of the Hesperides. She found herself unable to think of any, and she sighed,

"I have lived in a secluded place for all of my many years. I cannot think of any place close to here."

Percy nodded, obviously thinking deeply. His brows were furrowed, and Zoe could not help her thought. Di Immortales, he is gorgeous. She quickly banished the thought, she would not allow herself to become romantically involved with anyone after him. She scowled at the thought, but she was glad that Percy had interrupted before she could loose her maidenhood. She bit her lip, thinking hard, but Percy beat her to it.

"We could seek out my father's palace. I do not know whether we would be welcomed there as my father's wife, Amphitrite, is not that fond of me. His heir, Triton, is not exactly my best friend either."

Zoe nodded before asking quietly,

"Then who is thy best friend?"

Percy looked happy, replying,

"Thee, obviously."

Zoe blinked, surprised.

"But we've only just met."

Percy nodded, "Yet I've been forced to serve as a slave on that cursed Heracles' ship for my many years. Thee are the first person I have seen my age since…"

He frowned, before shrugging. Zoe nodded, before saying,

"I guess that thee is my best friend too. All interaction I've had in the past fourteen years has been with my sisters, but they have disowned me."

Percy guessed that this was a rather delicate topic and decided to leave it alone. He held up a hand,

"I will not ask thee about thy past unless thy wished to tell me. I guess we should set about contacting my father, yes?"

Zoe nodded almost imperceptibly, and then frowned, "How?"

Percy grinned and pulled a drachma out of his pocket. Zoe gaped,

"Thou said thy was a slave? How?"

"I stole it from my master. I was preparing to escape after giving Heracles the message anyway. I figured that it would be useful."

Zoe nodded slowly before arching an eyebrow, "Are thee sure thee is not a son of the Messenger God?"

Percy laughed, "Very funny, Zoe. I have to break the air around us in order to send the message. Are thee ready?"

A/N: Sorry about the cruddy old English. I live in the modern world, I do not speak old English. I try. It'll be better with the talking later.