Disclaimer: The plot is aawwwlll me. The rest, however, is not. Sad face. :'(

Kisses,

{--Inky--}


It isn't a shock to her that when she wakes up, everything hurts. She feels like she's been run over by an eighteen-wheeler. Experimentally, she wiggles her stiff fingers, groaning when pins and needles shoot up her arm. Strangely enough, she can feel a pillow under her head rather than unforgiving concrete. This new development shocks her eyes open. She sees a light blue ceiling, and then green. Eyes, she realizes. They're someone's eyes.

Images assault her brain, celestial bronze swords flashing, an undead army advancing menacingly, waves crashing against a smooth shore, a strangely familiar wide grin, unruly black hair partially blocking the view of an exploding volcano, and finally a glowing blue trident, seared into her eyelids.

"Percy Jackson," she gasps, breathless and disoriented by the images. "You're Percy Jackson."

The owner of the green eyes jerks back, scared and shocked and curious all at once.

"How do you –"he chokes on his words. If she hadn't been sure before, she is positive now. Her grubby – or so she has last been aware – fingers find purchase around his wrist, and she grips it as the next onslaught of images, brought on by his voice, consume her consciousness.

"Don't go."

"Okay. Okay."