A/N: I'm back babies! :D Did you miss me? I hope so. I have three simply things for you today.

1.I'm so sorry it's been so long, I feel awful and guilty and like a awful person at the same time. Please have mercy and forgive me T_T I love you all!

2.I hope you enjoy this, please R and R

3. I WILL NOT PUT THE HOH SPOLIER IN MY STORY. Like I said, I'm not fond of putting the Romans in my story, so any plot twists or ideas in the Heroes of Olympus stories(I won't say want it is, don't worry) will NOT go in here. I can't do that to one of my first favorite ship couples 3

Disclaimer: I haven't done this in forever, but here. I own none of this but the story line. I want to own it, and I want to steal it from Uncle Rick, but I won't.

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Chapter 13

~Nico's P.O.V~

It was a peaceful morning, fog rolling over the small town they were residing in, and Nico took a deep breath of fresh air as his eyes fell over the scenery. Grey skies that smelt like morning rain and curls of fog falling over the long grass of the field nearby. A small forest was perched along the edge of the meadow, sunlight not even bothering peaking through the blanket of clouds holding the sky. Nico enjoyed overcast days. They weren't moody or bleak, but more mellowed and relaxing, the boy remembering how nice it could be sometime. He gripped onto a mug of breakfast tea, his figure looking over the scene while standing on the small balcony leading from his room, and he sighed, not even the beauteous morning calming his raging thoughts.

They had moved, setting everything in place, and they were currently residing in Nico's vacation home located along the far outskirts of London. It was a calm and serine setting, but the tension of everything still plagued the air. They were going to defend this base at all costs and even attack Ronos if that's what it took. None of them wanted this to happen; they wanted to take things slow. No one wants to attack anyone, the Revolution was suppose to stop violence and hate, not turn to it. Nico knew Annabeth and Thalia hate rushing and doing a drastic plan, but it's all they could do. With the two attacks, Percy getting kidnapped, and nothing getting better… what other choice did they have other than to rush in and stop the man? Thalia had stayed up day after day making their attack plan till it finally came together, it a last resort since it focused around attacking, but a fantastic plan none the less. The group shipped out to England, the majority of the Revolution staying in the base it's self, around ten minutes from Nico's house, and the six heads stayed at Nico's home: Annabeth, Percy, Nico, Thalia, Beckendorf, and Silena.

Nico didn't understand why, but after Percy recovered and they moved out to London, Percy and Silena had been acting strange near one another. He wouldn't talk to her more than a few words and would completely avoid eye contact, the girl doing the same to him. They treated each other like a deadly virus and it truly puzzled Nico. He wanted to ask one of them the reason why, but he left it alone. If the weirdness continued, he'd bring it up, but until then he'd let them work it out. Something must have happened between the two that was freaking them both out, and Nico just hoped they'd resolve it soon, the mission too important for either of them to mess it up.

A light breeze kicked up from the tall grass and fluttered over the house, it pushing through Nico's new short hair as he leaned against the railing, the air brushing over his skin. He had woken up moments before, leaving the room simply in his pajama pants, and his pale, shirtless chest was catching the gentle feel of the morning with the rest of him. Yes, he had cut his hair. No, he hadn't gone to a barber and cut it.

He let Thalia cut.

At first, the Goth was so terrified of his girlfriend cutting his hair that he almost trembled, the first few pieces of hair falling to the floor almost causing him to faint in worry, but after she continued to cut and no injury came to him, he relaxed and began enjoying it. Her fingers running over his scalp as she inspected the length and the quick snip of the scissors relaxed him, Nico extremely impressed with how well she had done in the end. He had wanted it cut for the mission, short hair much easier to fight with than long. Barbers cost money and Nico was too anxious to sit around and wait for them to do a half-ass job, so when Thalia offered, he took it. He was sure glad he did, and just feeling the wind through the short raven locks put him at peace. He loved London.

"I see letting her cut your hair was a good thing."

Nico turned slowly and greeted Annabeth with a small smile, the boy happy to see his old friend. The two hadn't talked much with all of the chaos going on. They tried time and time again to talk, Nico seriously enjoying any conversation he had with Annabeth, but the fates just wouldn't allow it. He was busy when she was free, she was busy when he was free, and that constant cycle followed the two for the past month or so.

Annabeth wore her own pajamas, deep grey silk pants and a light grey tank top, and the tired blonde joined Nico against the railing, her fingers gently taking the tea from Nico's hands. She sipped it, her eyes watching over the fields as he had done earlier, and she let out a long sigh, the Goth mimicking her position. He was use to Annabeth drinking his tea and eating his food, it was a thing between them. They both agreed that the other's food tasted much better than their own.

"She cut my hair once, almost buzzed all the hair off the side of my head," Annabeth commented, sipping more of the tea.

"She likes me better than you." Nico teased, bumping shoulders with her.

"I doubt that," the blonde teased, the two laughing.

A heavy silence of unhappiness settled over them, and Nico glanced at Annabeth.

"This will all be over soon Annie," he promised, her body tensing a bit at the mention of the Revolution. One could easily forget what they were doing when they stayed in such a beautiful place as the Di Angelo mansion.

"How can you promise me that Nic?" She questioned, glancing over at him.

His eyes glaze over a bit, glancing out over the field.

He couldn't if was going to be honest. He had no idea how this was all going to turn out and it completely terrified him. Not knowing how things were going to turn out was one of Nico's biggest fears… even when he was little. He always had a good idea of how things would turn out, but whenever he didn't know… bad things happened.

The first time her worried about not knowing what was going to happen was when his mother died when he was little. There was an earth quake that shook their whole house and there was just enough time for Maria to push her two kids out before it collapsed on her. Hades wasn't home. His mom told him everything was going to be ok… and he had believed her. It was the first loss Nico experienced, but the only comfort he got was Bianca. So when she got in her car accident when she was transferring supplies for the Revolution, Nico was alone for the longest time, struggling to get by. Hades was absolutely no help to the boy at all, and Nico holds that bitterness towards his father every moment he sees him.

Yes, Thalia did come along and making everything go after a while, but Nico still feared not know how things were going to turn out. That pending fear nagged at the back of his mind as he looked over the fog, Annabeth breathing silently next to him. Could he promise that it was going to turn out OK? No… he couldn't. But he could promise he would try his hardest to make it all end soon.

Annabeth's arm slid into Nico's, the girl's head leaning against his shoulder, and she sighed, speaking quietly.

"You grew up so quickly Nico." She commented, a bitter smile moving onto your face, "Bianca would be proud of who you've become."

The words stung a bit while they comforted Nico's heart, a small layer of tears brimming his eyes as he blinked them off, the pain still there. He had to be strong, Bianca would want him strong.

The boy's head leaned against the top of hers, the two friends watching the beautiful morning roll along, and a small voice inside of Nico told him that in the end… everything was going to be OK.

He could feel it.

~~~~~Break~~~~~~~

~Percy's P.O.V~

Percy had been wondering around Nico's house for about three hours and he still hadn't managed to get back to where he started. He wasn't sure if he was just getting lost or was walking in circles, but Percy could absolutely find no way back to his room. He wanted to know if Annabeth was awake yet. She had been asleep when he woke up, his brain running like a caffeine pumped hamster on its exercise wheel telling him wake up, and he wanted to be around her again. She relaxed him most of the time, and that's what he needed the most at the moment. Some peace… quiet… and a blonde who's wicked smart and smells fantastic.

"You're lost, aren't you?"

The voice cause Percy's feet to stop completely, his back straightening to an almost military level.

He had avoided her like death, interactions between Silena and Percy being short and choppy, both extremely awkward around each other. He had gone days without talking to her then only small conversations, that being the best they've done. He was worried about confronting her, he was worried about what he'd say. He didn't want the others to know Silena was why he was kidnapped or why all those rebels had died at the bases. He felt like he had a secret he needed to protect and he would, even if it hurt him. But that didn't mean he wasn't upset. He had been stripped from those he loved, beaten to almost death and traumatized. How was he just suppose to forgive her for betraying him like that? Why should he? In all honesty, he should tell Thalia what happened and let her shish kabob Silena, ending it right there. It would making things so much easier… but Percy couldn't do it. He knew there was a reason for the betrayal, and he wanted to know why.

"Before you get upset," she intervened, voice a bit closer behind Percy, "Can you just talk with me and let me explain what happened." She paused, voice growing a bit shaky," Please? Just come with me."

He could say no.

"Sure."

He could turn away.

Percy followed her into the nearest bedroom, a guest room no doubt, and stood at the window, waiting for her to explain.

The room was a warm red color, the black carpets giving the room an old vampire movie feel to it. The furniture held a soft layer of dust, it being un occupied for a long time. The old, dark mahogany Victorian styled furniture was placed perfectly in the room. The curtains were dark and heavy. The sunlight struggle to enter the room, the warm beams almost scared to enter the Di Angelo house, and jugging by Hade's attitude and how Nico got when he was upset, Percy didn't blame the sun.

Silena sat on the bed, almost defeated, and it tore Percy's heart a bit to see her that way. She had the same outfit on she did when they first met, but all confidence was gone from the girl. She looked almost broken, defeated, lost. Percy burned to know why this happened, but he wouldn't break his resolve to let her know that.

"It all started one day when I was delivering supplies across the city," she started, words so quiet and aimed at the floor that Percy had to lean towards her figure sitting on the bed in order to hear her.

"I was stopped by Luke's men and he stepped out, getting near to me. I tried to hold my ground, really controlling the conversation in the beginning, but everything changed when he told me he had eyes on Charlie. He… he said if I didn't help him, he'd kill Charlie in the most painful and horrid ways he could think of, and knowing his past involvement with the group, I knew he wasn't bluffing. Charlie… he's my rock Percy. Just like your Annabeth's and she's yours."

Percy turned to look at the girl, confusion evident on his face, but a small smile stretched on Silena's face.

"Oh don't try to cover it up. You both loved each other from the start. You may not have seen it, but I could." Silena smiled, words reassuring as she sniffled, tears threatening to ruin her makeup.

Percy turned fully, facing her and taking a seat across from her in an old desk chair, dust particles freely dancing in the sunlight while he watched her. His body still held moments of pain… moments of remembrance… but that wouldn't stop him from giving her a second chance.

"Go on."

Silena took a deep breath before continuing, eyes leaving Percy's, "I couldn't let him hurt Charlie, so I started off doing small things, like breaking Annie's computer or lying and saying someone took the plans I had. But that wasn't enough for Luke. He forced me to do more. He…. He made me find the locations of the bases and then made me watch on a screen from his office all the horrors I inflicted because I helped him. He made me watch the others die.

"When he took you I said I wanted out and I didn't care what happened, but he wouldn't let that happen. He said he was going to keep me around for as long as he liked, and I completely believed him until I saw Thalia and the troops break in.

"I took the distraction as a way out, getting out and leaving that place for good. Luke doesn't know where I am nor will he ever find me. But I just can't live with what I've done… all the death and pain I cause…"

The tears were silently flowing down her cheeks and Percy felt he want to cry himself, the broken girl not having a say or choice in any of this. He knew if Annabeth's life was on the line… he would do the exact same thing she did.

The pad of Percy's thumb traced across her cheek, the crying girl glancing up at him.

"If it's any consolation," Percy insisted, a small smile leaking onto his face, "I forgive you."

It took a moment for Silena to full comprehend what he was saying, but when she did, she hugged him tight and cried in relief, Percy hugging her back as they sat in the chair. Her grip was tight around his neck, the tension of the moments before in the past.

"I'm so sorry Percy, I never wanted to hurt you. If Annabeth ever finds out what happened she'll kill me."

A soft chuckle came from Percy as they pulled apart, his figure standing to full height next to Silena's.

"How about we just let this one slide?" Percy suggested, heading towards the door.

"Sounds good." Silena agreed, smile on her face as they left the room.

The patch had been fixed, well almost, and Percy felt more at peace than he had for weeks. Things were starting to look up for the group; they were so close to finally putting an end to all of the crazy madness. Maybe after that Percy can actually be happy with Annabeth and not worry about his father. It's not like the man cared about Percy, the fact he hadn't even known the raven haired boy was gone proving that, and Percy wondered if Annabeth would go for a small house outside of the city, maybe even on a lake.

"Hey Silena?"

"Yeah Percy?"

"How do we get back to the front room?"

~~~~~Break~~~~~~~~

~Annabeth's P.O.V~

Annabeth stood at the entrance of the London base, her bullet proof, Greek styled armor hanging on her figure perfectly, and she twirled her dagger in her hand. She loved her dagger, it being a present from her mother when she was little, and Annabeth never planned on losing it. It was her fighting partner from since when she was young. It was the perfect fit, perfect balance, and knew her every move already. What more could you ask for?

The base was located towards the center of London, it looking like an old building from the outside in order to stop others from going in, but inside it was absolutely lush. Rooms for hundreds, a wreck room, kitchen, underground pool, and so many other things that Annabeth knew she'd live in the London base if she didn't love New York so much. It was the way to live, but at the moment, it was the way to wage war.

They transformed the main rooms into empty and open spaces, the space needed for the battle that was coming. Everyone was sprawled out over the space, preparing themselves. Annabeth knew Luke and Ronos had numbers, and she was going to be ready. Everyone was equipped with a gun and sword of hand-to-hand combat weapon of their choice. They would need both in case they got close to the front lines, both sides of the war knowing how to fight. Annabeth knew her troops were ready and set to go, but the burning worry in her gut caused her to second guess everything. She knew she would lose people in the fight, but that didn't mean she wanted to. Every death was a loss and a tragedy, and Annabeth wished the whole Revolution hadn't come to this. She didn't want violence. She didn't want suffering. She didn't want to fight. She just wanted peace. After so many years of basically fighting her own life, she was done pushing on.

"We'll win, and I can promise you that."

Annabeth smiled as her co leader joined her up on the make shift podium, Thalia's armor mimicking Annabeth's but its color a deep black instead of shimmering gold. The older girl held an air of confidence on her face that Annabeth would pay for, and Thalia's blue eyes flooded Annabeth with a sense of relief.

"Annie I-"

"Annabeth" the blonde corrected with a challenging smirk.

"Annie," Thalia restarted, ignoring the interruption, "I know you're worried, I can see it on your face. I know you well enough. But you have to have faith in our cause and in everyone here. We'll stop that mad man and finally put an end to all of this. You trust me, don't you?"

"Of course I do." Annabeth didn't even hesitate with a reply, grey eyes scanning the groups of troops scattered here and there, getting ready.

"Then stop worrying and help me deliver this battle speech."

The smirk lingered on Annabeth's face as they stepped up in front of the troops, Thalia banging her bow on the ground with loud thuds, and all eyes went to them.

Adrenaline pumped into Annabeth's system, a small smirk grazing her lips, and her words rung out over the entire base.

"We have fought for many years against these monsters, preserving the peace and saving lives. This tyranny ends HERE!" a loud cheer went up as she continued, blood surging through her soul, making her more ready than she's been in a long time.

"WE will be victorious. WE will win. WE will go home and tell our future children from generation to generation that WE were the ones who saved the world."

Thalia cut in, standing tall next to Annabeth, "Blood will be spilt, but every drop that lands on the ground due to the oppression of this madness will not be blood wasted. We shall mourn no more! WE WILL BEAT THEM!" The uproar could move a mountain, every troop yelling out in a battle cry and banging metal on metal, voices louder than fans at a football stadium.

The girl's exchanged a glance, their arms clasping in a warrior's grasp to signify the unity of them all and the power they possess, and the moment they let go, the doors to the entrance blew open in a gust of yells and gun shots.

~~~~~~Break~~~~~~

~Annabeth's P.O.V~

It could have easily been an hour, maybe even two, but Annabeth couldn't care less. The flair of power and fight in her was pulling her along, making her hack and swing through Ronos's Hench men like a mad women, each going down after a few moments.

Luke had charged the place, his men flooding the building like a tidal wave, and the battle began with no introduction or warning. Swords swung, bullets fired, one or two cries of pain rang out in the thick air, and a heavy smell of violence was plaguing the air of the base. Annabeth wasn't even sure how many people she had left, but it wasn't like she was losing. They were neck and neck, the two armies fighting forcefully and at the same level. Annabeth had seen Clarisse charge their front line with her best fighters earlier, their cries the loudest at that moment, but since then the blonde hadn't seen the warrior. As a matter of fact, the only person she had seen most of all was Percy, the two using each other as back up against the Ronos men. She hadn't even seen Luke yet.

They stood in a circle of the men, their sweaty backs flat against one another's, and Annabeth's eyes glanced over their situation they were in. She was bleeding from her shoulder, her armor crooked and a bit burnt after a guy went around playing with fire before someone took care of him. Her knees were threatening to give out like jelly, her arms so tired they wanted to fall off like an overused Barbie doll. Her eyes stung, blood from a head wound dripping into her vision, and her knuckles were bleeding as she gripped her sword, the fight not close to leaving her yet.

Percy was in a similar shape, his body growing tired though he wouldn't stop fighting. He had been shot with an arrow in the back of the arm a while ago, his adrenaline making him oblivious to the broken shaft sticking out from his arm, and his arms were badly cut. His sword glimmered in his hand as he charged another guy, a cut on his leg bleeding worse of all. He was just as tired as she was, but nonetheless, they stood back to back, ready to take on the world.

Annabeth shot forward, blade clashing and swinging. Some men fought back, some men didn't bother, and she helped Percy at least clear the small circle that was surrounding them. Her heart beat rang in her ears, her arms trembled with fatigue. Sweat and blood stung her vision while she and Percy leant on each other, the stress wearing down on them, the moment of peace being a blessing. How much longer could this go on? Her fingers shook and her legs stung, the pain swarming and rocking her veins, the power moving in her stopping the feeling before it truly stopped her movements.

"Can you keep going?" Percy asked, arm around her shoulder, holding her as much as she was holding him.

She nodded, confidence leaking from her form, feet taking a few steps before she stood up right, the power claiming the weakness.

"Yes, I think I can ke-"

During a battle, Annabeth expects to hear many things. Battle cries, swords fighting, people giving orders, and almost any noise under the sun.

But the absolute last thing she expected to hear was the loud, piercing cry of pure agony rattle over the troops, the sound coming from the podium.

Annabeth's head snapped to the stand high above her fighting ground on the main floor and her knees almost gave out, utter shock rippling through her body. She had seen blood, people dying, violence all around, almost hopeless situations. She had seen someone even burning alive.

Yet nothing could prepare her for the sight of her almost sister standing hunched over, a blade passing through her gut as blood drips slowly onto the floor, and her former best friend wielding the blade's end.

A/N: Like I don't even want to know how much you hate me right now But I love you all and I do these kinds of things to you! So I need you to do three things.

1. Forgive me for being so late and slow on the update

me your favorite part from this chapter, and I mean it… I really want to know!

3. Please Please Please PLEASEEEEEEEE review. I worked so hard on this and took up all of my free time instead of hanging with my friends to do this update for you, and I just want some opinions and thoughts

Thank you and I love you all! 3