Blocking out Painful Things Chapter 27, a percy jackson and the olympians fanfic

"FBI! ANGRY FBI!"

"I hate crime." "I love crime!"

"A triangle has three sides." "You're understanding of Geometry is not very advanced."

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Any Bones fans? The Season Premiere was GREAT! AHHHHH!

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Virtual Hugs to: The Avian-Olympian, storm35-50, mrpuppy, Syst3m, Pokemonchen,

Replies:

The Avian-Olympian: Ha. Very much so. I'm trying to slowly let you guys see that Lena isn't as strong as she first appeared. I'm showing you how fragile she is. How broken. You guys all wanna know about her worst memory don't you? HAHA! MWUAHAHAHA! :)

storm35-50: Ha. No biggie. And thanks, I think. ;) And I know, I suck for cliffhangers, but I gotta do em! Cuz I'm mean. ;) And yup, pretty much. Otherwise you put a book down and youre like 'Nah, don't feel like reading.'

mrpuppy: Yeah. Lena's sad. And earlier, the couple name was declared 'Zena' I think. I didn't name it, someone else did. And I'm glad I'm doing that good. I feel like most fanfic stories, the plot begins at chapter 3 and is done by this point. Ha.

Syst3m: Hola. Love hearing from new peeps. And yeah, I was struggling with the Prophecy, but I'm not entirely sure what I'm going to do, so I needed it kinda open to adjustments, get it? Kudos to Riordan for coming up with his epic Prophecies.

Pokemonchen: Ha. Think. Are Zack and Lena really all that similar in that aspect? Hmmmm...? ;)

Ha. So, blab time. Anyone read The Life of Pi? It's gonna be a movie in like November so my Expanded English teacher is making us read it. It took NINETY pages to get to something resembling a plot. It rambled on for like TWENTY pages about POOLS for gods sake! Cuz the kid's real name is 'Piscine' but kids called him 'Pissing' so he goes by 'Pi'. It went on for FORTY pages about zoo's and animals, cuz the kid lived at a zoo. And another forty about about his varius religions. He's Hindu, Catholic, and Muslim. Best part of the book so far, the religious bitch fight between a Priest and the priest equivalent for Hindu and Muslim. And he's like 'Every 16 year old has a secret they keep from their parents.' When I'm 16, I think my parents would be thrilled if my big secret was that I was 3 religions. Anyhoo, they just attack each others religions like bitches attack each other. It was f***ing hilarious! I'm like peeing myself laughing and my friend looks over at me like: 'Dafuq are you on?' Anyhoo, then his family was gonna move to Canada and they got on a boat with their zoo animals. The boat sank and Pi was thrown into a lifeboat to be feed for a Hyena that was on it. There was also a zebra, an Orangutan, and a tiger. So far, both the zebra and orangutan have been eaten alive. Awesome. No.

Anyhoo, yeah. It's a lot more challenging to read than Percy Jackson, let me tell you that. PJO all the way. And I agree with whoever told me this, but October 2nd shall be known as Percy Jackson day! I say no school for the occasion! EVERYONE BOW TO PERCY JACKSON!

SONG LYRICS! Bring me to Life by Evanescence.

How can you see into my eyes like open doors?
Leading you down into my core where I've become so numb
Without a soul my spirit's sleeping somewhere cold
until you find it there and lead it back home

(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can't wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can't wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I've become

now that I know what I'm without
you can't just leave me
breathe into me and make me real
bring me to life

Bring me to life
(I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside)
Bring me to life

frozen inside without your touch
Without your love, darling
only you are the life among the dead

all this time I can't believe I couldn't see
kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems
got to open my eyes to everything
Without a thought, without a voice, without a soul
don't let me die here
there must be something more
bring me to life

(Bring me to life)
I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside
(Bring me to life)

I think it shows how broken Lena is, and how she feels about her own emotions toward Zack . Perfect!

Song: Dear Maria, Count Me In by All Time Low

Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah, yeah

Zack's PoV

I had been asleep for several hours before I was awoken by the worst sound imaginable.

Lena screaming her lungs out.

I immediately bolted upright. Lena, who was just a few feet away, was screaming, her back arched up. Her back fell down once more and then her head started flying from side to side.

I knelt by her and cradled her head on my lap. I stroked her hair, which was damp with sweat. "Sh, Lena. Lena, you gotta wake up." My throat was catching. Whatever Lena was seeing, it was terrifying her.

Her head jerked from my lap and she flung her fists out. One connected with my stomach, but I didn't care. Lena was trying to wake up, but she was trapped in her own hell. Briefly, in a moment I defined as cruelty, I wondered what her hell was.

She kept thrashing. Huntress's kept giving me aggravated glances. As if this was my fault. Momentarily her screaming stopped and she just cried. In some ways, the crying was even worse.

I didn't know how to wake her. At a loss, I just threw one leg over her thrashing body. Kneeling on top of her I grabbed a wrist in each hand and held them down. I then rested my hand in hers.

"Sh. Lena, it's all okay." I said her name like a blessing, because for me, it was. She was so strong, or so it appeared, but in reality, she was fragile. Underneath me she seemed so small, so childlike.

"Lena, please, wake up." I pleaded, my throat starting to ache.

She let out one last scream, but it died abruptly. Her eyes fluttered open. Her beautiful green eyes were tainted by tears. She stared into my eyes and full comprehension dawned on them.

This had happened to her before.

She raised her hands and covered her face. I heard her sobs, though I knew she was trying to hide them.

I readjusted our position so she was sitting in my lap. I leaned her against myself and she obliged. She moved her hands from her face, using them to instead grip my shirt tightly. She sobbed into my neck and a smoothed her hair.

"It's okay, Lena," I whispered, wishing so desperately that was true. I truly understood how Lena's parents were willing to give up their lives for her. I kissed her head. "It's okay. I'm here. Nothing will harm you."

Slowly I felt her relax. The other Hunters turned away and went back to sleep, though Thalia's eyes lingered. It was dark, but I was fairly certain I saw a faint smile on her lips.

Eventually I was aware Lena had fallen asleep. In my arms. I smiled as joy overwhelmed me.

I slowly set her down, so I didn't wake her. I laid myself next to her, allowing her to use one of my arms as a pillow. I then wrapped the other around her waist. "Sleep well, my Lena."

My Lena. My beautiful, fragile, broken, strong, brave, heroic Lena.

Lena's PoV.

I awoke with Zack's arms around my waist once more. The edge of his fingertips were resting on a small strip of my bare skin, where my shirt had ridden up just a bit. Not enough to be scandalous. But enough to send waves of electricity through me. Because I craved more. Part of me wanted desperately to turn right around and kiss Zack full on the lips.

But I didn't.

Even though I'm not sure I could give a reason why not to.

At the same time, though, I didn't move. I allowed myself this moments worth of bliss, trying to instill it in my mind. To finally give myself a happy memory. It had been so long since I had had a new one of those.

Today, we would go to Camp Half-Blood. It had been a place I heard about over and over again. My parents painting a picturesque photo of Demigod bliss and safety. An idea so foreign to me. So strange. So unrealistic. Could it really exist.

Perhaps Zack was evidence of his existence. He was a powerful enough Demigod to attract enough monsters, yet he slept soundly and awoke to no nightmares.

I relived last nights memories. The dream had occurred once again. By my reaction, most would think I was being tortured, or I was revisiting my parents death. This was not so. The memory itself is not what frightens me, it is the emotions I felt that day.

The hopelessness.

The fear.

The exhaustion.

The emotional pain.

The isolation, not in a physical sense, but in an emotional and mental sense.

And the lack of will to live.

I could never completely eradicate those memories, not those emotions. There are days I feel those so strongly, the events of that memory almost occur again.

Zack's movement pulls me away from my thoughts, which I'm thankful for. I close my eyes and feign sleep.

I feel Zack press his lips to the top of my head again. I was touched by this. For some reason, I again fought the urge to turn and press my lips to his. Zack then stood and walked away, but I could still feel his warmth on that small patch of bare skin. I heard hushed conversations with Thalia. I waited probably ten minutes, then pretended to be waking up.

I walked over to them, running my hands through my crazy, sometimes untamable, hair. "So, what's the game plan, again?" Thalia had told it to me several times, but I kept hoping it would change.

"Today, the Hunters and I are going to California." She told me. "You and Zack will go to Camp Half-Blood. You need to gain their trust and get them to fight with us, but I wouldn''t take more than three nights before you start heading over to Cali as well, that includes tonight. Got it?"

"Yep." Unfortunately.

"Alright." She hands me a silver canister with a spoon. "It's soup. It's good for you."

I didn't feel like eating.

I set it down. "I'm not hungry."

Thalia studied me, frowning. She must have remembered that when I was here, all those years ago, I ate very little. After a couple weeks, you could count my ribs. Thalia opened her mouth to say something, but decided against it. Instead she scowled and turned to Zack. "Make her eat." She then stormed away to help pack with the Hunters.

"I'm not four." I muttered, my arms crossed.

Zack picked up my soup and held it out. "Then act like it," he suggested.

I scowled. He didn't even blink.

"You're aggravating."

"You're stubborn." He countered. "You know who else is stubborn?" He leaned in and then whispered, "Four-year olds."

"Smart-ass." I muttered as I took the food.

"I learn from the best."

I took a bite and spoke with a full mouth. "Hell yeah, you do!" I swallowed, figuring that talking with a full mouth isn't exactly 'attractive'. Then I realized that that was never a bother of mine before so it was pointless to start caring now.

I took another bite. It was warm and actually delicious. "So," I said, "you excited to go back to Camp?"

He tipped his head in thought. "Maybe. I do enjoy Camp it's just..." he sighed. "You'll see I guess."

"That bad, huh?"

"It's pretty much demigod High School, with some Middle Schoolers and the occasional Elementary kid. What do you think?"

I cringed. I didn't like kids, or people of any age for that matter. "Ouch."

"Yeah."

I finished the rest of my soup in silence. Than I stood. "We should be leaving soon right?"

He nodded. "Though I'm not sure how we'll get there." He admitted.

Shit. Forgot about that.

"I got you covered." Thalia said, suddenly appearing behind me. "Gray Sisters taxi." She tossed me some Drachmas. "For the distance, it'll cause you extra though. Hope you two got a tough stomach."