A/n:
I've had a couple of people sugesting this for a while so I thought I should probably do it before people start shouting at me (lol). :D

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Third Person P.O.V

Percy was not happy.

He did not want to do this.

The whole point of not having a cell phone and keeping his head down in school was to remain unknown, to not draw attention to himself. An now here he was, being forced to do an interview, with a mortal, on national tv!

Stupid Gods.

He just wanted to be left alone, to live in peace (preferably with Annabeth) and to heal. Not to be haunded by reporters and nosy mortals!

Yeah, he'd done a good thing. But it wasn't like he hadn't before and then the only thing he had to do because of it was try to convince the Gods not to kill him, this was worse.

Him, the ADHD, hyper-active, paranoid Demigod had to sit in a room with hundreds of cameras (all telling the monsters out there exactly where to find them) and answer questions about himself and his 'heroic act'.

As if the newspapers weren't bad enough.

He took a deep breath, bringing himself back to the present and trying to calm himself. He was backstage waiting for the signal to come on and he couldn't stop fiddling with his crutches. He wondered what the signal would be, probably someone just telling him to go on, it wasn't like they'd use a flare gun or something, they used a flair gun sometimes in capture the flag at cap. It was always a pain trying to reconcile the tree nymphs afterwards, they were always convinced that the demigods had burnt their leaves on purpose and he-what was he thinking about? Urgh! Stupid ADHD! He was waiting to go on.

Just as he got his thoughts back on track when a kind looking lady tapped him on the shoulder and gesgured to the stage. He took another deep breath and picked up his crutches, carefully raising himself from the chair he'd been in and into a standing position, trying to supress a wince and grunt of pain as he agravated the painful wounds in his leg and side. The stupid mortal pain-killers were burned away by his godly blood and he couldn't just heal himself with ambrosia or nectar because he'd have to explain his miraculous recovery to the hundreds of mortals and doctor who were practically stalking him. Stupid mortals.

He gingerly started to make his way out from behind the stage, he'd only been out of hospital for a week or so and he was still getting used to his crutches. He thought he was going to be fine and embarassment free when he stumbled going up the stairs to the stage and the presenter ran over to help him up and retrive his crutches.

"Sorry about that," He was sure his fce was bright red, "I'm not used to these weird sticks yet." The presenter laughed slightly at his joke, trying to make the boy more comfortable.

"That's quite alright, I was on crutches once, not anything as serious as you just a fractured ankle, and it took me a good five weeks to get used to them, by then I could walk on my own." The audience and Percy himself laughed at her joke.

Percy instantly felt better and the red in his face softened to light pink.

"My name's Percy Jackson, what's your's?" He awkwardly repositioned himself so that they could shake hands.

"Stella Waters," The presenter shook the offered hand and guided him to his seat, resting the crutches on the chairs side as he sat down. "So how've you been?"
"Ummmm...the hospital smelt funny but I can't complain, it could've been a lot worse." He grinned at the woman opposite him. She laughed.

"Yes, well. You're right it could have been much worse, tell me: what made you do what you did? Not many young men woujld take a bullet, much less two, for a complete stranger." The young hero's face instantly flushed red again.

"Ummmm...well. She was only a child and well...I was right there...there was no point in just letting her die. I mean, she was a child who was about to be killed for no reason what-so-ever and I had the power to stop it. She had her whole life ahead of her. I just did what anyone would've done really." He looked down presenter-Stella-was open-mouthed in shock, here was a young boy before her, no more than 17 or 18 and he talked about his choce to take a bullet for someone as if it was the obvious thing to do. "I mean it wasn't really a choice was it, take the bullet or let a young girl die." He shrugged, "She din't deserve to be killed."

"That's..." Stella was too shocked to speak. There was silence for a moment as everyone in the audience procesed what he'd said. He looked down, embarassed, afraid he'd said something wrong and then a woman in the audience started clapping, and every other soul present joined in until the applause was thunderous. Here was a young boy, braver than all of them. Percy went a brighter red.

"That's incredible, you're a very brave young man Percy."
"Umm...thanks. I guess." He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Have you talked to the girl you saved and her mother?" The hero smiled at the thought of the lively young girl.

"Yeah, they came to visit me in the hospital a few times, great kid. She and I played a few games, I tell yu, she's unbeatable at eye spy and my drawing skills are no match for her's." He smiled again, she really was a great little girl, so happy and full of energy. She always made him smile, no matter what kind of mood he'd been in before she came, she could always make him laugh.

Stella smiled, frankly, she was amazed. This boy gladly risked his life for a stranger, resulting in wounds which obviously still pained him greatly, and then went on to make friends and play with her. It sounded like he's almost become a sort of brother figure.

"Do you think you'll stay in touch now that you're out of the hospital?" He thouht for a moment.

"I think so, I mean, I'd like to and even if I didn't I think she'd hunt me down to play with anyway." He smiled again, Percy was usually so sad and secluded, but just the thought of the lively young girl could make him smile.

"Do you know how long you'll be on crutches?"
"Errr... I just got out the wheel chair, it was really annoying, so...a few months I think, the bullet in my leg tore through my rectus femoris (the muscle) and then managed to get itself lodged in my femur. Hurt like hell. Tore aligament or two I think. And the one in my side went through my glutus medius, narrowly missing my kidney and went straight down and through my pelvis. But the doctor got them both out, I actually have them somewhere (the doctors said I'd earned them) and it was more than worth it to save her. I'll be on my crutches for a while, as I said, then I'll hav a limp and some pain for a little longer and the docrots say they don't know if the ache will ever go completely but I'll be fine. Apart from phantom pains adn such I should make a full recovery, it nothing goes wrong." He srugged, "The important thing is that shell be fine."
Stella was stunned again for a minute by his noncholant attitude, what he'd just described must have been incredibly painful and could very well hurt him for the rest of his life and he just shrugged it off as unimportant, saying that as long as the girl he had only just met was fine, then it didn't matter.

She'd never met anyone as brve adn selfless adn she didn't think she ever would again.

"You, Mr. Jackson, truley are one of a kind." He blushed again, how could shuch a noble person be so modest, it was as if he didn't realize the importance of what he'd done. He was trying to down play how much of a hero hed been. Most boys she knew wouldn't have done it in the first place and if they had they'd have been milking it for all it was worth. The boy before her however, had been reluctant to even come on the show.

"Well Percy, you are an incredibly brave person and as we understand you don't have such a great financial background."
He looked puzzled, "What does that have to do with anything?"
"Well, the producers have decided that we will sponcer you, so that you'll get the best treatment available and a good recovery plan, maybe even a reward or two, depending on how many donations we get." She beamed at him, he more than deserved it and she was definitely going to donate as much as possible to help the boy in front of her, she knew he could barely aford the treatment he was getting as it was.

"I-I can't except your money, I'm sure you all need it more than I do and I'm going to be fine. The bullets are gone and I wont even have to deal with these sticks in a few months. You dont need to give me anything." Again, Stella was amazed by his selflessness, he needed the money almost desperatly and yet didn't want to take it from them in case they needed it more.

She shook her head at the blushing boy, "Nope, the people who donate it are only donating it because they can spare it and want you to have it and, as those doctors said, you more than deserve it. You earned it."
"But-" He insisted, but Stella cut him off.

"Who here is going to donate to help him and want him to take the money and help offered to him?" She smiled confidently as everyone in the audience raised their hands and Percy blushed harder.

"See Percy?"

"Fine." He mumbled, there was no point resisting, but he still felt bad taking their money. "Can I at least give some of it to her and the hospital?" Stella almost laughed at the extent of his selflessness.

"If you really want to, it's for you to do what you like with it anyway but I have the feeling theey'll be donating anyway so you'd just be giving it back."
"As long as they get some of it." He seemed satisfied.

"Well Percy, you are far and away the most modest, noble personI've ever had the honour to meet and I wish you well in the future. It's been a pleasure talking to you." She smiled kindly at him.

"I assure you, the pleasure's mine." He smiled at her as she helped him get up.

Stella smiled to herself as she watched the young hero leave the stage and prayed to the Gods that he'd be ok in the future.

The funny thing was she could have sworn she heard an answer...

A/n:

There you go, what do you think?

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