Crystal was sitting with Alvie when she noticed something.

"He's not breathing." Tears and panic swelled and she jumped up and hit the help button. A doctor ran in and assessed Alvie quickly before running out. He returned with a few other doctors who were carrying equipment with them. Crystal was ushered outside but she had to watch through the window. She wasn't sure what they doing, but she recognised the things they were using to shock Alvie's heart into working again from a TV show she used to watch.

It was fifteen or so minutes before the doctors stepped back. One of them walked outside to talk to Crystal.

"He's stable, but we've had to put him on a ventilator."

"He'll be OK, right?"

"We'll do our best." The doctor assured, putting a warm hand on her shoulder.

"Crystal!" Crystal turned. Running towards her were Alvie's parents and Joy. Crystal burst into tears and ran into her mother's arms. Annabeth and Percy asked the doctor what was going on.

After calming down and sitting in Alvie's room with her mother at her side, Crystal found out about the brawl between Tobias and Max and how that both of them were currently sitting in police cells.

Tobias had a visitor. It was his cousin, Alokia.

Alokia and Alvie had been the shy ones in the family growing up and still were, but they found comfort in each other. She was tearful and sleepy looking, but she held a thick book with a coil-binder.

She didn't say anything, handing it over to her cousin. Tobias opened it gingerly, met with Alvie's initials- A.J- in the top right corner of the first page.

The pages were covered in Alvie's wobbly writing. There were plenty of misspellings, but that wasn't his fault- he was dyslexic, like the rest of them. Tobias slowly scanned through it, noticing Alvie had added a few photos as well. He reached a blank page about two thirds of the way through.

"Read it." Alokia told him. Tobias looked up as she stepped outside. The door closed behind her and the key was in the lock in seconds.

Tobias did as she said and read through his younger brother's poor spelling, scribbled handwriting and violently crossed out words. It took a few hours, but he quickly realised this was what Annabeth had told him about- Alvie's worry journal. Not a diary, he didn't use it often enough. It was just there if he had something to say, but clammed up when he had the chance to talk to someone. Tobias was sure his mother had a nose at it whenever she could find it- Alvie was brilliant at hiding things.

The photographs were of the family, but Tobias noticed the later ones were mainly of him and Max. Tobias reread the entries, forcing himself to concentrate. He hadn't had his ADHD meds again and was now paying the price.

I wish they'd stop fighting. They're always fighting now. Max went to hit Tobias. I don't know if Tobias did anything to provoke Max, but I don't understand what's going on. Tobias and Max had always been the big brothers; they had stuck together through everything. I remember when Tobias nearly died protecting me and Max on that hill years ago. Tobias remembered too, phantom pain momentarily flaring in the scar. I was listening to Mom talking to Dad. Dad had overheard Tobias and Max arguing. Max had said something about Tobias being the 'Golden Boy'. He says that a lot. Well, he does when he's home. I don't think Tobias is the Golden Boy. None of us- Mom and Dad said we're all equal. But Max said dumbasses don't think and that my opinion doesn't matter. Tobias felt his anger boiling, but forced a lid on it, continuing to read. Dad actually said something smart about the whole Golden Boy thing- he said something along the lines of Max being jealous of Tobias and being in Tobias's shadow. I'm not too sure what that means though.

I want my brothers back. They used to Tobster and Maximus, my big brothers that I could look up to help me. But it's just Tobias now, but he's got his own life, what with Sophia and the Little Twins and whenever he does come over, he fights with Max if Max is in.

The passage just finished there. Well, kind of. Alvie had started to write something, but must have been spooked as a word became a squiggly line halfway through.

Alokia was let back in. Again, she didn't speak. She took the book from Tobias and left him there with his thoughts.

"You seem happy. What have you done?"

"Helped the cops nab that gang."

"Really?" Percy and Annabeth brightened.

"Duh." Louisa said. "Where's Leo?"

"He went to get Charlie some lunch."

"Here?" Annabeth nodded. "Cool, thanks." Louisa turned to leave.

"Lou?" Percy called. She looked back curiously. "Thanks." She grinned.

"Anytime." Louisa left, closing the door quietly. Percy looked at his wife, spotting tears in her eyes. He shifted closer to her, putting his arms around her.

"Oohh, I'm sorry, Percy." She wiped her eyes stubbornly. Percy frowned.

"For what?" Annabeth shook her head, gesturing at herself. "It's not illegal to cry you know."

"No, not that." She shook her head at him, giving a watery smile. "Seaweed Brain."

"What's the matter then?"

"You… this is going to kill me to say this, but you were right." He blinked at her.

"I'm sorry, say that again."

"You were right." She mumbled. "We should have done something stricter with Max, like sending him to Camp, but-"

"You were too stubborn and thought you could do it yourself."

"Yeah…" Annabeth sighed admittedly. "My fatal flaw, I know." She pulled a face before shaking her head again. "What are we going to do, Percy?" Her tears were back. Percy held her tighter, rubbing her back reassuringly and kissing her forehead. "I mean, Tobias wants to kill Max, Max is off the rails completely and Alvie is… he's fighting for his life, Percy!" She burst into tears. Percy just held her, letting her cry into his shoulder.

At some point, she stopped crying. It took a while for Percy to realise she was asleep. He was glad his waterproofing extended to tears.

Glancing over at his son, Percy sighed. If it wasn't for the tubes and wires around Alvie, the casts on his leg and ribs and the bandage around his head, he could have been sleeping.

But he was proud. Alvie had always doubted himself, seeing as he had always thought that he didn't have powers (which developed later than the others). Alvie had been that quiet one that would rather sit in a corner with his nose in a book than socialise. He wasn't as trained as his older brothers in the demigod and fighting side of their lives and that was the biggest source of his self-doubt. He hadn't seen himself as heroic, strong, powerful or any other similar traits.

And then he had pulled a stunt like this. Risking his life to save the one person outside of his family that could trust him and that he trusted.

Percy shook his head, smiling.

Typical Jackson.

Most of this is drabble, but I figured you guys deserve an update.

Oh and if I'm mean, (which I probably will be) kindly blame PhiliaCabretDaughterofPoseidon as she thinks it's funny to insult my intelligence (or lack of, as she would say) and finds my real name funny (I'm Toni- it is a boys AND girls name, I am a girl and my name is not short for Antonia. Say that it is or call me Antonia, I will either find you and kill you quickly or kill you slowly and softly in some chapters that you will hate for definite on another story). To Philia, I've put that now. It has been publicised that you are being mean to me. Remember how mean I can be on here…

Oh and I think I've found a song for Max- I'm listening it to as I type this- look up Three Day's Grace 'Animal I have become'.