It's been a while, and I need a distraction.

Unnecessary Disclaimer: I don't own HoO or PJ.

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Percy Jackson PoV:

Hands in his pockets Percy made his way along the shore. The water pulling back and then slamming into the sand with white froth. Salt sprinkled Percy's bare arms and the back of his neck. He didn't bother making the water not spray him.

It was over thirty degrees, and the sea water was cooling. His feet left prints in the wet sand; only momentarily though, as the sea came and swept them away, covering any trace of Percy even having been there.

Sea gulls cried out over head, and if you stopped to listen very, very carefully you could hear the distant life in New York City. Percy stopped walking, and turned to the distant form of Camp Half-Blood behind him. He'd walked at least two miles.

He'd been so in his head this morning, when he got up and out of his bed it'd been dawning, and he'd decided to go for a run. (He'd stopped running a mile ago). He'd silently untangled himself from Annabeth, thankfully she'd slept through it. He knew Annabeth often lay awake hours after he'd fallen into the abyss of sleep. So did he though, if Annabeth had fallen first. They had this silent thing where one often lay awake while the other slept.

Sometimes they both lay awake. When that happened however, they usually didn't speak. They just held each other. Sometimes wept together; for the loss of so many people in their short and impossibly long existence.

Percy often had one of the following dreams; one was where he saw Annabeth struggling, calling out to him, however blind and deaf. But Percy couldn't possibly reach her, because he was bound. He couldn't call out to her because he had no voice, but he even he could call her, she couldn't possibly hear him because she was deaf.

He often woke screaming for Annabeth when he dreamt this.

The second dream was where he was in the elevator, leaving Tartarus. The doors just closing, he was holding Annabeth, holding her back, that is. As she tried to struggle to open the doors again. As she realized she couldn't she cried into his shoulder. He held her. Then the doors open, and they'd back. In Tartarus. A cruel loophole.

He often woke up crying when dreamed this.

Percy shuddered, but not because it was cold, no it was really hot. What if Annabeth woke up and he wasn't there for her? What if she was having a terrible nightmare? And he wasn't there for her.

Percy sprinted back to Annabeth. As fast as his legs could carry him.

PoV: Hazel Levesque

Nico wasn't in his bed. That was a good sign right? He had finally left his damn cabin and was taken it upon himself to venture out into the sun again. Right? It had been a really long while since he'd sat in the sun, and it was the middle of summer. He could go swimming. Right?

Overjoyed Hazel threw back her covers and scrambled for some shorts. She kept Frank's 'Captain America' shirt on. It was her sleep shirt. It almost obscured her shorts from view. Who cares? She thought. She stumbled into her dark blue vans. Happily she walked out of cabin 13. Thinking Nico had made a huge life decision.

To see him sitting on the porch. Hazel sighed, a deep dramatic sigh. Nico hadn't made a big life decision after all. She plopped down next to him. Nico nodded at her, acknowledging she was there.

"Hey, big brother," She said, "I see you've come to greet the sun?" She asked. Hazel looked over Nico's outfit: a dark blue shirt with a sugar skull and black short pants. Well it wasn't all black, she admitted. His hair was wildly tousled. As he'd been running his hands through it a lot

"Yep." Nico nodded. "I haven't seen anyone in a while, I thought why not?"

Hazel agreed. Why not?

"Do you plan on seeing anyone in particular?" She asked, trying to sound as casual as possible.

Nico gave her a sidelong glance, taking her in, trying to find the catch. He sighed, "I dunno, people, Reyna for sure, she's going back to camp Jupiter in a week, is Frank going too?" Nico asked, sliding the conversation back to Hazel. She debated pointing it back to Nico, but felt feeble, so decided against it.

"No, he's staying as long as I am. Another two weeks or so." She sighed. She sort of looked forward to going back, but knew she was going to miss this camp like crazy. Especially the people. Was Nico gonna be okay without her?

"I might come with you." Nico said softly.

This made Hazel lose her train of thoughts. "What? Why?" She demanded.

Nico dragged a pale hand over his face, it made him look like an old man.

"I dunno, it's been a while, don't you think? And…" He trailed off.

"And what?" She asked.

"I don't know! Don't you want me to come? I thought it was a good idea, I thought you'd like it? If you don't I'll stay here." He looked at Hazel, studied her golden eyes and cinnamon afro. Oh, how she wished she knew what played on inside his head, maybe he'd open up to her someday. She was his sister after all.

"Of course I want you to come," she said at last, "just not if you're running away, because eventually you're going to have to stop and catch your breath."

Hazel leaned her head on his shoulder, surprising Nico slightly. She could feel him tensing up and then all of a sudden, he relaxed completely. Sagging against her as well.

"Wise words baby sister, wise words." He sighed. Playing with Hazel's cinnamon curls.

PoV: Leo Valdez

Leo walked to the dining pavilion alone. There was no particular reason for it, he just was. He strolled casually, with his hands in his pockets. The sky was a fine, proud blue and the grass underneath his feet was a ripe green.

The sun which had been peeking behind a set of clouds the day before, now hung happily over camp. Leo heard people laughing and talking, the nearer he came to the pavilion, which made him walk faster.

He'd woken really late today, when he'd rolled over to check his alarm, it'd been around eleven. Yesterday it had gotten late. He had stayed up for a long time with Calypso in bunker 9. Calypso was doing good. Better and better in the group every day.

Al though he doubted that Annabeth had forgiven her completely, he hadn't expected Annabeth too either. It was real shitty what Calypso had cursed upon Annabeth, and Hazel and Piper had been really protective and had refused any sort of interaction with her.

This'd made Calypso cry a lot. But she kept trying. Kept trying to be nice, and eventually Piper's wall broke a little, Hazel's had followed suit. Annabeth was very polite towards Calypso, but Leo could tell her wall only had a little, tiny crack.

But, it was getting better.

Leo set foot in the dining pavilion. And casually walked towards cabin 3's table. He was happily surprised to see Calypso sitting between Piper and Hazel, Annabeth across from her. Getting better.

He slipped in between Calypso and Hazel.

"Hey, chica." Leo said to Calypso. She pecked him on the cheek. This made Leo smile. He ruffled Hazel's hair, earning him a toothy grin. He grinned at her the same way.

"Why are you smiling like that?" Leo asked Hazel. She mover her head slightly, so that Leo could see Nico sitting next to her.

"Morning." Nico said, with a small smile.

Nico almost looked happy. See, Leo thought, getting better.

A/N : Should I start another story? Just wondering, like would people enjoy a Harry Potter fanfic, cause I got these ideas…

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