Sorry, would have updated yesterday but Fanfiction was being evil...

PjsRock14: Thanks! I love baking cookies :)

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ruerox11: xD I agree. Secret powers FTW!

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Cockapoo: xD Thanks! I am slowly adding hints of that. I'm trying not to rush them

xD Again, didn't mean to steal. I got the idea from book 4 :)

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GLN3: Yeah, I know... I'm not a fan of being grounded xD It sure does... Glad I'm not the only HPM potterhead out there xD I'm a Ravenclaw.

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Disclaimer: I own nothing. Well, I own a few things, but one of them is NOT PJO... sadly *sobs*

"Is she okay?"

"Have you tried to get some ambrosia in her?"

"We can't keep doing this every time there's a battle!"

The voices ring in my ears, each sounding like a booming speaker, pressed to my ear. I wince slightly at the sounds. A hand rests on my head as a cold, damp cloth pats it. My eyes flutter open and the light burns them, causing me to close them quickly.

"She's up!" I hear Annabeth exclaim. "She's up, guys!"

"Good riddance," Alisa mutters. "Can I leave now?"

"Come on," Malcolm chuckles from beside me. "Be nice to the only person who's managed to defeat a Marathonian Bull."

"Theseus did it."

"Theseus wasn't a sixteen-year-old beginner."

"But Theseus didn't manage to faint halfway through a battle either," I croak with a small smile.

"First words in a few hours and you're already managing to joke around, eh?" Malcolm chuckles.

I risk opening one eye slowly and then another. At the sight of my friends, and, despite it being only Alisa, Malcolm and Annabeth, I smile. "I suppose so."

"Quit with it, lovebirds. We get enough flirting from Annabeth and Percy," Alisa sighs, flinging the wet cloth onto a table beside me.

"You're one to talk," Annabeth snaps. "You and Nico with your midnight disappearances. What do you two do at two in the morning?"

"Ewww! Not what you're implying!" Alisa shudders. "It's just 'cause nobody seems to get any privacy around here. That's all we need, jeez."

"I get what you mean," Annabeth chuckles, patting her back awkwardly. "It's a pain."

I sound out their conversation, not interested in the dramas and difficulties of strange love-lives.

"How long have I been out?" I whisper to Malcolm.

"About five hours now." He smiles softly at me. "It's better than last time."

"I feel like hell," I whisper.

"You used a lot of energy. I would be surprised if you didn't feel like hell."

"That makes me feel soooo much better." I roll my eyes.

"Hey, you saved our backs. No pain, no gain."

I let out a cross between a sigh and a chuckle, earning a laugh from Malcolm.

"What you said before, about Heracles. How did you know about that? You're new. Usually we'll have a few people who know but most are totally lost when it comes to mythology," he asks.

"Can I leave? I mean, it's stuffy and I'm feeling kind of queasy and I'm hungry. Plus, there are things I need to do. You know, I'm missing my first Ancient Greek class. Did I mention that I'm hungry?" I ramble, trying to change the subject. "Please, just... just let me go eat, okay?"

"You should rest―"

"No, please. Just... please?"

He runs a hand through his hair, his eyes looking towards Annabeth, his eyes begging that she intervene. I can tell that they're having some sort of battle. I don't know what they are saying, but the exchange is definitely there.

They have to debate on whether or not I get to eat lunch? I wonder to myself.

"Fine," Annabeth sighs. "I'll take her to lunch. I want you two to head to your normal activities. Now go!"

I watch as Alisa gets up and leaves. My eyes meet hers for a moment and I spot the hint of pain in them. I should have apologized for what I had done...

"I'm sticking around," Malcolm says stubbornly, refusing to get up. "I'll bring her to lunch, okay? You should go make sure Percy isn't murdering Nico at sword fighting."

He practically shoves her out the door as she protests.

"But I―" she starts.

"Don't worry about it. I'll get someone to help, okay?" he assures her. She nods slightly as she leaves.

"I should go check on everyone. They're still a bit shaken up after the battle and all..." she trails off, seeming to forget what she was talking about as she passes through the door.

"Let's go to lunch then." Malcolm smiles before running out the door, daring me to catch up.

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