A/N: Hellooooo my lovely Fanfictioners! I am in a reaaaally good mood. I finished Mark of Athena, the third book in Rick Riordan's Heroes of Olympus series, and it is absolutely amazing, stunning, wonderful and beautiful. The ending though…. I have to wait a full year to find out what happens. NOT FAIR. But I swear if either Annabeth or Percy dies, I'm going to fly to America and find uncle Rick and demand an explanation. Anyway. You don't want to hear about my crazy fangirl mind. The story!

Disclaimer: I don't own Kickin it or Narnia.

This isn't Narnia…

Jack's POV.

My shoulder is killing me. It hurts like hell, but I can't show Kim, she's already scared enough. She doesn't need me weeping over a little accident. Okay maybe an full hit to the shoulder isn't really a little accident, but well, I don't want to exaggerate. I try to keep my breath steady. I've been injured before. Once I think even worse than this. A knife to the stomach if I remember correct. It's all a bit foggy. They kept me under with, I'm pretty sure, some stuff a fourteen year old should not use.

I look at Kim, she looks like she wants to do something but doesn't know what. She didn't appreciate my attempt to humour much. And no, she doesn't know first aid. I know someone who does. Only problem. It's Jason. And I'm pretty sure he's at camp. With Cray… 'Jack. What do I do?' Kim sounds like she panicking. I manage a smile. 'First of all, relax. Breathe, stay calm. I've been injured before. I think I know what to do…' she looks at me. 'You think.' I grin. 'Yeah I think, everyone does it you know. Although I'm not sure about Jerry, but that's a different story.'

The blood is slowly dripping from between my fingers. My mind feels…foggy. Great just like last time. 'I need you to get the arrow out, and tie something around my shoulder to stop the bleeding. O and can you take the stupid mask of?' she swallows and nods. I'm not sure, it's pretty dark, but she seems a bit pale. She leans towards me and unties the knot at the back of my head. Her hands shake. She wants to throw it from the tree but I stop her. 'Don't, your brother may come back and find it, and I am in no condition to run.'

She nods. 'Of course.' She reaches out to me and puts it in the pocket of my jacket. Suddenly I remember something. 'Damn, I need to know if the Lord got himself out of the ropes.' I let my head fall back against the tree. I may have tied him up, but I wasn't planning on leaving like this. My plan was just to bring his horse and clothes back and free him. I want to move but as soon as I shift, a shot of incredible pain shoots through my whole body. I manage not to scream, but there does come a sort of muffled yelp from my mouth.

Kim's hands shoot towards me and pull out the arrow. I'm so stunned I don't even feel pain. She blushes. 'Sorry, I thought fast would be good.' I laugh. I shrug, well with one shoulder. The other is now bleeding quite hard. 'Um Kim, a bandage would help.' She seems to wake from deep thoughts. She uses the point of the arrow to cut off a piece of her dress. Well that certainly looks quite professional. She wraps the fabric around my shoulder and pulls. I wince. She ties a knot. I frown at her. 'That looked pretty professional to me.' She shrugs. 'My brother used to hurt himself a lot playing soldier. He wasn't very good.'

I grin. He still isn't. She looks my shoulder. 'What now?' she asks. I think for a minute. Right now, there's not much we can do. I don't really feel like going to camp now, so that we'll have to do in the morning. I need Jason for my arm and I'm not sending Kim into the lion's den alone. 'Now we wait until the sun comes up. Then we need to get Jason, because he can take care of my arm. We also need to make sure we don't get caught by Cray or your brother. I'd rather see no one except Jason for that matter.' I tell her and she takes a deep breath. 'Okay.' She says. I grin. She thinks I'm nuts. Well I am, a little.

She looks like she doesn't know what to do. 'Want me to tell a story?' I grin. She glares at me, 'I'm not a three year old…' she pauses. 'Okay, but it better be good.' I snort and think for a moment. 'Have you ever hear of Narnia?' I ask. She shakes her head. 'Okay.' I start telling her about this magic world a little girl found in her uncles wardrobe. With white witches and talking beavers and satyrs. And of course they live happily ever after. By the time I finish Kim is sound asleep. Leaning against one of the side branches of the tree. Eyes closed. A peaceful look on her face.

I smile, I can't sleep. I shouldn't sleep. Yet I can slowly feel myself daze off. I actually dream happy things for once. People love me. People are glad to see me. For once, I'm not chased, hunted, shot at. Hated. Maybe even feared. For once I feel wanted. It makes me feel warm inside. I'm… happy. Then slowly the warmth gets hotter, and hotter, until it's more a burning feeling, in my right shoulder. I open my eyes. The burning feeling doesn't go away. I'm looking at the sky. Why? I'm supposed to be in my tent.

Then the events of last night hit me in the face as hard as a rock. The bandage around my shoulder is red. Awesome. Just what I can use. It doesn't feel much better than last night, which means I certainly am going to need Jason today. I look at the place where I expect Kim to be. She's not there. I turn my head as fast as I can, trying to find her somewhere between the branches or leaves. I almost throw the knife I have in my hand at her as she appears from between two branches. 'You're awake.' She says cheerful. Not aware of the fact I had almost killed her.

'Don't just disappear like that. You scared the hell out of me.' I tell her, taking a deep breath. I slowly push myself up with my good arm. Standing on a tree branch while you're shoulder is burning and you're feeling quite lightheaded may not be the best idea, but hey who cares? I slowly walk towards Kim, those few steps seem like miles. I start plucking the bandage loose. 'Could you bet me another piece of your dress?' I ask. And when she bends down to tear of another piece. I quickly unwrap the old piece of cloth. It's all red and bloody, but that's not even what I'm worried about.

The wound is slightly swollen and the skin is tight around the wound. It has stopped bleeding, but it certainly doesn't look good. She hands me another strip of fabric from her dress and I try to wrap it around my shoulder with one hand. It's not a great success. I look up at Kim and she is grinning. 'What?' I ask. She just laughs. 'You're so stupid, give me that.' She takes the fabric from me and ties it around my shoulder. I pout, I'm not stupid.

'Okay. Well it's morning, how do we get you to Jason?' She asks when she finishes torturing my shoulder. 'We walk.' I pause. I realize that I just suggested that she comes with me to the camp. Bad idea, but it doesn't seem to bother her. 'Okay, which way?' when I stay silent she looks at me. She silently asks me what's wrong. 'Do you know what you're getting yourself into?' I ask her. 'If you get caught. Cray is not going to let you go like he did with your brother.' I tell her, I see a flash of anger in her deep brown eyes.

'Then I suggest we don't get caught. Look I'm not going to let you stumble alone through the forest like this.' She told me, she sounds quite agitated. Oops. 'Okay. But just to know, if we got in trouble, what were you going to do?' I smirk. I highly doubt she can fight. I even doubt she's ever handled a knife. Gods forbid fought someone. 'I've got some tricks up my sleeve.' She tells me. She sounds like. Like. Me. Well that's a new thing. There's a mischievous glint in her eyes. Maybe this girl isn't as good as I thought she was. She climbs down the tree slowly and carefully.

I follow even slower and more careful. When I finally reach the bottom of the tree, I'm seriously wondering why I had to choose such a big tree. We start to move. We need to get into camp from the right direction, otherwise we'll surely get caught. While we walk I keep my arm close to me, it still hurts, but it becoming more of a numb whining pain. When we finally get close, I can hear people talk. I signal Kim to stop. She does. Well I if she wants to be all. "I got some trick up my sleeve." I could just as well help her develop some more "tricks".

I tap my ear with my good hand. I become as silent as I can. She concentrates. She's got talent. She nods. 'Hear?' I ask and she nods again. 'Camp.' With that one word I can see her pale. She was acting tough just now, but I can tell she's scared. 'You can still leave. I could point you in the right direction.' I whisper, barely audible. She seems to think about it, but then her jaw sets and she shakes her head. 'Let's go.' Her voice is barely a whisper. I start to move. Again I'm surprised how quick she picks up on my way of moving. She had been complaining about him being too quiet, but now that she really paid attention she seemed to notice what he was doing with his feet.

A jolt of pain shoots through my shoulder without warning and I suppress a groan. Stupid archer. How had I not seen him? I had noticed Frank locking eyes with Milton, but I never thought the skinny cook would actually know what to do. Somehow he'd gotten a few guards to come, and I had been so focussed on Frank and Kim that I didn't notice. Am I getting sloppy? I really hope not, not now. I can't use it right now. We close in on camp. When we get to the last line of trees I signal to stop again. I bring my good hand to my mouth and let out a low but piercing whistle. Everyone keeps talking. They never notice. Except one. The bushes near us ruffle and I softly push Kim from view. Jason steps from between a few bushes carefully. 'Well it took you long enough.' He murmurs.

A/N: Thanks for sticking with me! Review please. I am gonna bore you with my fangirl squeals now. If you're not interested in Percy Jackson. I suggest you hit that review button.

BUT SERIOUSLY OOOOOMMMMGGGG all the Percabeth feels and the sweet things and the mini quests. Just aaaaaaagh! But that ending. Holding hands. 'We're staying together.' He promised. 'You're not getting away from me, ever again.' Ugly soooooobs. I need my own Percy… pretty please? Pretty please with sugar on top?