Me: This chapter was horrendous and I don't know what I was thinking while writing it the first time. Therefore, I tried to stick with the original as much as possible. But some major editing has occurred.

This is: Drive

Luke

Summary preview: We all have our excuses.

-100DIWPJ-

Luke had always understood the necessity of his actions. He understood the precautions he had to take to force himself not to think of his enemies as former friends but as traitors to his cause. As fools with their undying believe in gods that would never save them.

A dark chuckle entered his thoughts and Luke uneasily allowed it. The Achilles Curse had made him invulnerable, but allowing his body to be Kronos' host had robbed him of all action but thought. The longer Kronos was around, the more influenced his thoughts had become.

But both were in complete agreement of incredibly when Percy Jackson started using the gods' personal thrones as props. Luke turned his attention inwards as it soon became clear that he could do nothing to change the upcoming events.

Then Annabeth spoke up. About his mother, of all people. A rush of fury had him overcoming even Kronos' control. "Service to Kronos!" he declared, for what else was there? If he had once doubted his cause in his weaker moments, well. It was too late to turn back now.

And then she threw a promise he had made to her so many years ago. A promise of family when his only family had been her and Thalia.

"Promised." Luke mused. The haze of anger cleared long enough to really look at her. She was injured. Annabeth was injured and looking at him like he could fix everything. Just like she had after every monster attack when they were kids. Oh gods she was injured and it was his fault.

Pushing the indignant roaring of Kronos back into the corners of his mind, Luke gasped and stumbled towards her.

"Annabeth. You're bleeding." and suddenly Jackson was there. The sight of him had Kronos pushing back into control. But the sight of Annabeth had Luke fighting back with just as much force. He wouldn't let Kronos get away with hurting her.

Never Annabeth. Reaching out for precious moments he pleaded to Jackson to just finish it already. But of course, he wouldn't know how, would he? Realizing what was happening, Kronos roared and attacked every weak point, every sensitive subject. His arms felt like they were burning. The approaching form of Jackson just made Kronos attack all the more.

Self preservation wouldn't allow Kronos to die quietly, but maybe if Luke was the one to end it? Luke haltingly explained his theory to Percy just as Kronos finally decided Luke was a lost cause and began the process of leaving Luke's body. The burning spread and intensified all across his body.

But that was nothing compared to the agony of Annabeth's blade piercing through his only liable point. The world slowly pieced itself back together. He was dying. He was dying in a room full of people who days before he had hated.

But not now. Now was his last chance to make anything right. Banter with Annabeth, praising of the satyr that had only tried to help him. Studying Jackson, all the reasons for this entire campaign came back.

"Don't... don't let it happen again." If anyone could accomplish it, it would be Percy Jackson.

Jackson gazed back at him for a moment before replying "I won't. I promise."

Accepting the promise, Luke relaxed as the rest of his energy fled.

-100DIWPJ-

Thoughts? I didn't add much dialogue as this was basically a retelling of the scene from Luke's POV. We all know how this went down.

Next chapter: Breathe Again

~ Anna/ Booklover98