I am still alive. I finally made a game plan so that I could write and complete the damn story because goddamn I will finish it.

Luke takes an oath swearing himself to Percy and a small hospital trip. Percy tries his hardest to help.

Percy Pov

The kitchen fell silent after those words left my lips. Luke stared at me in confusion, shock, and horror. I stared back. I knew for a fact that it was wrong to ask this of him but something inside me demanded it. It was the same side that helped me get through Tartarus.

"Wha- what do you mean?" Luke whispered. "You want me?"

"Yes," I pressed him firmly against the wall before wrapping my arm around him and holding him tight. The blonde hissed in startled. "I want you. And before you ask I don't want you in my bed nor do I want you to steal anything for me. I just want you. Your mind, body, and soul. I want you to be mine like you wanted me to be yours all those years ago."

Luke's ice blue eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head, mouth forming a perfect shape. I didn't look away from him. Suddenly he pushed me harder and I stumbled back. Shock has given way to horror.

"You don't want this Percy," I went to protest, but he continued. "If you do this, you are damning yourself for me. You will ruin your life everything you wired for, fought for, and almost died for! It will all go down the drain! if the campers find out, if the gods find out, if anyone finds out you will be dead! You don't want this. You don't want me."

I stared at him as he heaved, wrapping his thin arms around himself. He refused to look at me. I took a good look at the former hero. Despite being thin his body was still lean and lanky. Instead of a masculine figure, it held more feminine like a growing woman. Hair clean of grime I can see that it faded from sandy blonde to a pale blond from trauma and stress. He looks beautiful despite it all.

Damn the risk. Damn the consequences.

Fuck the Gods.

I wanted him.

"That's my choice to make now isn't it?" I murmured. Luke's blue eyes, eyes like crystal, eyes like ice, snapped up to mine. "You said anything I wanted. I want you. If I didn't know the risks, I wouldn't have said it. If I didn't know the consequences, I wouldn't have said it." My voice started to grow stronger. Luke's face grew hopeful with each word but his eyes held terror. "I'm not going to repeat myself. I want you. Swear yourself to me. In exchange, no mortal, demigod, or monster will harm you. I will keep you safe. I will protect you. But If you don't. I'll help you sneak out of New York, notify Chiron, and whatever happens afterward, happens. So which will it be? Me or the Gods?" The kitchen fell silent once more. My body tensed expecting him to say no again. Surprised joy filled my soul when I heard a soft voice.

"You. I will swear myself to you," Luke whispered. I extended my hand to him. He took it. I didn't need to tell him what to do, he knew. "I' Lucas Castellan pledge myself to Persues Jackson. He is my master and I am now his to do whatever he sees fit. I swear on the river Styx."

"I accept your pledge," I responded. Thunder rumbled above the cottage and the oath was sealed. I smiled gently as Luke began shaking but he didn't do much else. "Come on, we need to go to the hospital. Let me get you another change of clothes and a pair of shoes." the blonde nodded and made his way upstairs with me close behind. Before he could step into his room, I took his arm and led him to mine. The house was mostly rustic and old-fashioned. My room had a couple of photos on the walls, a large king bed with black and blue sheets, and a walk-in closet. It also had a connected bathroom. I sat Luke down on my bed and headed to my closet. I probably had some of my old clothes that would fit him.

"I like your room," Luke said gently. "It's so comfy." I came back out to see him flop down on the bed staring at the ceiling. He looked like he wanted nothing more than to sleep. I smiled as I made my way back to him. Tossed him a fresh change of clothing. An old black sweater and gray joggers I found an old pair of my black Converse that should fit him. I needed to expand my clothing choices. It was mostly blue, black, and grey. The Aphrodite cabin would attack me for it.

"I promised after the hospital trip, you can sleep as much as you want," I swear as I turn around to get change as well. My clothes were messy from our earlier emotional rollercoaster. Honestly, that is putting it lightly. As I changed my mind began racing. I was used to anger and numbness. So why did seeing Luke bring out other things.? Is this a punishment or a reward from the fates? Did I care enough to find out? I wasn't numb anymore. I'm gonna keep it that way. I slipped on my boots, made sure Riptide was on me, and made my way to Luke who was fully dressed and sitting cross-legged on my bed, fiddling with his sleeves. He hopped to his feet and stared up at me. Woah, I'm taller than him.

"Come on let's go," I nodded towards the door. He followed me silently out of the house and to the truck. The drive to the nearby hospital was mostly silent other than me trying to talk to him. When we pulled into the parking lot he finally spoke to me.

"I'm not going in. I still don't understand why you are helping me," he whispered. "I'm not worth it." I looked over at him and he looked so defeated.

He was a hero. He was a fighter. Yet what happened to him over the years ate at him, poisoned him. But he still stood strong. It took someone showing him genuine kindness to break him.

The feeling in my chest grew.

"You are worth it," I said as I got out of the car. Luke didn't move an inch. I could tell he didn't want to go in. I made my way over to his side and opened the door. "Come on."

He looked at me and crossed his arms. Oh hell no.

"Get out of the car. Now Lucas." I growled. Authority rang clear in my voice. He made a noise but did what I told him in an instant and was standing in front of me shocked. I honestly shared that sentiment. Realization hit me at that moment.

Luke was truly mine.

"Did you just," His voice shook as he realized what I did. I swallow the lump in my throat.

"Yes, I did. Now get inside the building and stay close to me." I ordered. He tenses for a moment and fights with himself. He failed. A hiss left his throat as he walked into the building. I sighed as I walked behind him. We made it out to the counter and filled out some paperwork. Luke didn't say a single word to me, too angry to even try. A doctor came to get us.

It didn't take long.

Luke's malnourished, no surprise there. He also lacks proper muscle and bone strength and his metabolism is too slow for someone his age. Nothing needed to be broken or removed but he was to be put on a strict diet and had been given medication to help build up his bones and muscle mass.

What I didn't like was the look that the nurse kept giving me. I looked at my torn white jeans, blue shirt, and black boots. They were clean. So what was her deal? I left to go to the bathroom, came back and the door was locked. Luke argued with the nurse who insisted that I was hurting him.

"Look bitch, my friend is the reason I'm alive right now and you are being an asshole. I want a different nurse or we could just leave. Open the fucking door!" Luke snarled. The nurse did not back down. I waved the doctor over. A nice red-haired male with brown eyes.

"Listen honey it's obvious that he's hurting you. It's just his type. I am trying to help you. We won't leave you alone with him, OK? I see you have dyslexia and ADHD. Is he keeping your medication from you?" She said it slowly like she was talking to a child. Oh, she was prejudiced.

"I'm not on medication, you dumb bitch." Luke hissed. He sounded like he was going to kill so I decided to step in at this point. The doctor and I got the door unlocked and walked into the room. The brunette nurse glared at me as the doctor pulled her out of the room. It was a relief to hear him scolding her.

"You ok?" I asked. Ice-blue eyes glared at me. I sighed. The rest of our trip was uneventful. We got Luke's prescription, diet plan, and everything else we needed and headed back to the cabin. As promised the second we made it back to the cabin, Luke hopped out and made a straight beeline for the guest room. I sighed as I followed him only to see that he was face down, fully dressed on the bed, sleeping. I chuckled as I took off his shoes. Making my way back down the stairs I look at his chart. I snarled in rage at what I read.

As much as I hate to admit it I can see why the nurse that I was hurting him.

Fractured wrist, cracked bones, 46 pounds underweight, old untreated burn marks, the list goes on. I put down the paper causing seeing anything else would piss me off and I'm trying not to destroy my cabin. It is the only place I have to live right now. I took a few deep breaths to steady myself when I sensed the pipes reacting. I had no clue how to help Luke, not like this. I'm broken like him but in a different way. What if I make it worse for him? What if I hurt him more?

I stood up and grabbed my monster-proof laptop, a notebook, and a pen. I opened it up and began researching. It's what Annabeth would do if she were in my shoes. I looked over at the photo of us at twelve years old. We were dirty and had won capture the flag. The smiles on our faces could have lit up the whole camp.

Fuck I miss her sometimes. But right now Luke was my priority.

Imma finish this story. i swear.