A/N: I'm not super sold on this chapter, but it has to happen. Parts of it I like, parts of it I am not crazy about, but hey, nothing is perfect. Maybe it's just me...

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Apollo's POV

If I needed answers on what to do, then I needed to speak with the fates. I walked into the tiny hut, almost out of breath. I felt… anxious. Did gods even get anxious?

"We knew you would come," one of the women announced. "Very interesting, Apollo."

The fates sat in front of me. Clotho was the spinner, Lachesis was the measurer, and Atropos, the cutter. They represented the three phases of life: birth, existence, and death. They were in charge of all beings, including the gods. They are what kept us from interfering too much.

They were working on knitting an object. It was a tiny knit cap, in a dark shade of blue and gold. Lachesis, the one who spoke, saw me glance at the object, a smile on her face.

"Wondering of the future, Apollo? Shouldn't your prophecies reveal that information to you?"

"You, of all immortals, know that is not the case. I can only see what is shown to me. I came to seek your help."

"Assistance with the girl who's fate you Olympians have so exorbitantly altered already?" Lachesis snapped cruelly.

The guilt washed over me. Lachesis smiled in my direction, her gaze letting me know that she knew exactly what I was feeling.

"You want to save her life?" Atropos asked me. She was starting to knit a pattern into the cap with gold, red, and orange.

"I do," I admitted to them. "But I am not sure how."

"Phoebe told you, Apollo," Clotho muttered. "You have to know the child's fears."

"She is not a child," I said grudgingly. "And what if I do not know them all, what if I guess incorrectly? What will become of her if I fail?"

Atropos set down her needles, closing her eyes, for just a moment.

"The girl will die, her soul forever being punished in the fields," she whispered with her eyed closed. "That's if you and the son of Poseidon do not succeed."

"Son of Poseidon? You mean Percy?"

"That's all you get!" Lachesis barked, glaring at her sister. "You want to save her? Fix what you messed up in the first place!"

They vanished from me, leaving me standing alone in the hut.

I wanted to hit something, but I settled for blasting a nearby tree to bits. Of course they would only tell me that I needed a demigod's help. At least that demigod was Percy, one I liked somewhat.

I felt a familiar dizzy feeling, and the courtyard in front of me vanished. A face filled my vision, and I could hear my voice asking him how many. Then, it quickly vanished, gone just as fast as it came.

I needed to speak with a certain god of fears.

Phobos was sitting in a chair, watching Hephaestus TV. I could hear it from here, and it was a rerun of Hercules Busts Heads. I did not see why they liked that show so much. I though Hercules was an air-head, even if he was my half-brother.

"Phobos, I need you for something," I commanded from the doorway. He glared at me, then stared moodily back at the TV.

"What do you need?"

I need you to tell me how many fears someone has," I said. Phoebe said that no one could tell me what her fears were, not how many she had. At least it would be a hint, a way to maybe get closer.

"Who?" he questioned. He continued watching the TV, but his tone was mildly interested.

"Euadne."

His head shot around, and he let out a laugh. I glared at him, and my form started to flicker in anger.

"There is no way. Father would kill me! I bet this has something to do with saving her-"

I snapped. I felt my form flicker, and I had Phobos by the throat, pinned to the wall behind him.

"I will send you down to Tartarus until Kronos collects himself again if you do not tell me right now. That is an awful long time. I promise you, Phobos, I am a much more formidable foe than your father."

He looked at me smugly, a small smile playing on his face.

"You would do anything to avoid your worst fear, won't you Apollo? Are you even sure of what it is? Because I know-"

I slammed him against the wall again, the marble cracking behind him.

"I'm sorry, I could not hear you through the mumbling. How many fears, Phobos?"

"You'll have to take me to her," he said through gritted teeth.

"Well, then," I said as I grabbed the back of his shirt. "Let's go."

Percy's POV

After leaving my dad, Annabeth and I had walked back to the apartment. We explained what happened to everyone else. I told everyone I was tired, so I left and climbed into one of the bunk beds.

After about an hour or so of no sleep, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. I turned, seeing Annabeth's grey eyes. She did not say anything. She just laid her head on my chest, and I pulled her to me. I fell asleep finally, Annabeth's warmth comforting me.

But of course, it did not last for long.

I was having a dream, and in it, I saw Apollo.

He was waiting by a fountain, a worried look on his face. I walked up to him, my hands in my pockets.

This was going to be good.

"I need you to come find me."

His tone was very level, but I could hear the undercurrent of desperation.

"Is Addie okay?" He shook his head, and looked at his feet.

"She's dying. If I am to save her, I need your help."

It did not even take me time to think. Addie saved my life; I would do anything I could to save hers.

"Tell me what you need me to do. How do I get there?"

He walked up, and touched my forehead. A flash of images tore through my head, images directing me to a small doorway.

"I will be waiting. No one can know you are helping, Percy. Hurry, she does not have much time."

The vision vanished, and my eyes opened quickly.

I shot up in my bed, covered in sweat. I was surprised I did not wake Annabeth up. She was snoring quietly beside me, curled up on her side. I leaned down, softly kissing her forehead.

I got up, trying my best not to wake Annabeth. Jason and Piper were sleeping in the bed beside mine and Annabeth's, Piper's back to Jason. Hazel and Frank were sleeping on beds pushed close to each other, her hand grasped tightly in Frank's. Leo was laying crossways on the other bed, his head and feet hanging off.

I saw some fresh clothes sitting on the foot of my bed, a camp T-shirt and jeans in my size. I changed quickly, putting Riptide in my pocket.

"Percy?"

Annabeth's soft voice met my ears, and I knelt by the bed. She had turned towards me, blinking her eyes sleepily. She glanced at her watch, looking back towards me.

"It's after midnight, where are you going?" she slurred. I pushed the hair from her face, touching her cheek. She closed her eyes, smiling slightly.

"I've just got to take care of something, I'll be back, I promise."

She nodded her head, burying her face back into the pillow. I left the apartment, following the directions Apollo had given me. I did not meet anyone, but it was late. Most people were asleep at this hour.

I finally made it to the small door, and stepped inside. Addie was lying in a bed, Apollo sitting beside her.

Addie looked a little better, but she looked different. Her injuries were mostly gone, but the blackness in her veins was still there. Apollo had healed her from the physical injuries, only for the poison to take a worse toll. The black was creeping across her face, and the tendrils reached across her chest, beginning to come down her other arm. She coughed weakly, and there was a faint pink tint to her cheeks. She had to have been running a fever. She whimpered fitfully, and Apollo ran his head through his hair.

"What can I do?" I questioned. Apollo looked at me, and I felt bad for him. He looked so lost, and he looked tired. I remember how my dad looked when he was battling Oceanus, and Apollo did not seem that far off from that. He looked frustrated and worried.

"Phobos said she had four great fears. I'm not entirely sure what they are. I thought maybe you would have an idea."

I felt myself pale, looking down at my half-sister.

"You've known her a lot longer than I have," I said uncertainly. I sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at Addie. I took her free hand, and she felt hot. She was running a fever, a high one.

"Atropos said I would need your help to save her." There was a pleading edge to his voice. I had never seen a god look uncertain, but Apollo did.

I took a deep breath, closing my eyes. Apollo had known her longer, but did I know more detail about her mortal life, through the dreams and conversations? I thought through all the memories, trying to think of what scared Addie. She did not show fear much.

"I can think of three, possibly," Apollo started. "One, she fears people getting hurt because of her. Two, I think she fears what she is capable of. Three…I know that she is scared of us," he finished sadly.

I thought for a moment about what he said. The first I could most definitely see. She gave up her free will to protect those she loved. She had good reason to fear that. Tiberius, her brother, her friends… all of them had gotten hurt because of her, or so she thought. She pushed people away so they would not get hurt. She thought everyone she loved would suffer.

The second, I was not so sure about.

"She seemed to be in control when I saw her fight," I muttered questioningly. "She always seems so confident. Does it have something to do with her nickname, Thýella?"

He nodded his head, his lips turning up slightly. "Be glad you have never seen her angry and not sick. She fights it, tries to control it. She's never hurt someone, but I think she is scared that she might if she ever loses control."

"She would never want anyone to get hurt because of her," I remarked. I remembered that outburst in the cave, when her powers seemed to get the best of her. She looked so repentant after that. I had a feeling Apollo was right on this one. That left the third option.

"She's not scared of all the gods," I said calmly.

"No?" he asked, surprise in his voice. "What makes you say that?"

"Things I saw in dreams, things she said. She thinks of you and Athena as friends. She trusts the two of you, at least somewhat."

"Somewhat?"

"I think Addie has trouble trusting anyone. I would, if I had been through what she had been. She seems very guarded, that's all."

He nodded his head, his gaze somewhat distant. I thought I saw guilt on his face, but I was not sure. I wondered what he was thinking.

"You said not all the gods, but you think she fears some?"

"Only one. I think she is scared of Ares."

I could not help but think of that time in the forest, when she was in Tiberius's arms. She was very good at hiding her emotions. That was one of the few times I had ever seen her close to being scared.

Apollo's face paled, and then went completely blank. He seemed to be… regretful maybe?

"You know," I guessed out loud. He nodded his head. Anger flashed through me, hot and biting.

"Why didn't you do anything about it!?" I snapped at him. He looked up at me, but there was no anger there, only sadness.

"I did not know about it until after it had stopped. I was going to say something, but she begged me not to. Addie does not ask for much."

There was a heavy pause. I could not blame him for that. Didn't I do the same thing? Did I not keep her past a secret because she would have wanted me too? I honestly wondered how much the gods did know. Now, I was even more suspicious of Addie's circumstances. Something did not seem right. But now was not the time.

"That's still only three," I said out loud.

"I know," he said gravelly.

He stared at her, and I followed his gaze. Addie's breathing was harsh and ragged, like she was breathing underwater. She was shaking slightly, and I became worried. Apollo had come up with three of her fears, but what was her fourth?

I thought through everything I knew about her, everything that I had learned. Addie was selfless, brave, and kind. She was super powerful, but she would never use that to take advantage of others. She had lost everything she loved, and she gave up what little she had left to save them. She had worked so hard to get nothing in return. She was so trusting and loving…Wait a minute….

"There was one night, the night during which Arachne attacked us. She had fallen asleep, and I could hear her muttering-"

"I came to her that night," Apollo said, lifting his eyes to me. "She said that she was dreaming and that was why she did not answer my summons immediately."

"She kept muttering something about being alone. She's watched out for all these people, but who watches out for her? She does not seem like she has anyone really," I mentioned carefully. "Not since…" I drifted off, not wanting to anger Apollo. He did seem like her cared about her, but I was not completely sure.

"Not since?" he questioned.

"Tiberius. He looked out for her, made sure she felt loved. I believe she thinks she will not ever get that again. I think she is scared of being alone and unloved."

There was a long pause, and he looked down at Addie. He reached for her face, softly caressing her cheek.

"Plenty of people love Addie. She's the easiest person in the world to love."

"Can I tell you something without you going all supreme and mighty god on me?" I asked hesitantly.

He nodded his head, regarding me for just a moment.

"No offense, but most immortals are awful at showing they care about something. Half the time you seem totally indifferent to what's going on."

"What's your point Jackson?" he questioned, a little sternly.

"My point is, that she may not know it," I said as I squeezed her hand. "You guys are her bosses, she may just think you are just being nice or you pity her or something. Mortals tend to feel a lot more than you gods do, and Addie seems more like us than you, even if she has been alive for two thousand years."

He stared at me, a little awe in his eyes.

"You know, that's what I like about you, Percy. Sometimes, you just do not know when to shut up, and that is a good thing every once in a while."

"Uh, thanks," I mumbled. He looked at her for a moment, in a loving way I thought.

"Here goes nothing," he muttered.

He grabbed her hand, a soft reddish gold glow emanating from him. He started softly speaking in a language I could not understand. The words had a certain flow to them, like the whispered lyrics to a song. Slowly, the black started to fade from her face, fading back to its point of origin. It was like a vacuum was sucking all the poison out of her system, pulling in through the original bite. I held her left arm out, and I watched at the poison condensed, and then, it was gone.

"Did it work?" I asked him anxiously. He placed his hand on her chest, and closed his eyes for just a moment. He let out a small laugh, his eyes springing back open.

"It worked," he said, relief saturating his tone. "She's still very weak, but she will live."

"Thank the gods," I muttered. He laughed and shook his head.

"The god should be thanking you. I could not have done it without your help. Go get some sleep. She will be here in the morning. Besides, the games are tomorrow."

I nodded my head, squeezing Addie's hand.

"Can you do something for me, Apollo?"

"If I can, sure."

"Tell my dad she is alive. He wanted to know," I explained to him.

"Of course I will," he said.

I left the apartment, feeling hopeful for the first time in weeks. Maybe, just maybe, we would all get through this.

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