Sloth: I decided to take a quick break from my usual Supernatural/LWD fanfics (ur....fic) and do some PJO fics. I just finished reading the entire series and it's grown on me. Anyways, this fic is just something I came up with. Kind of one of those, what if's you know. Well it started that way at the end of The Titan's Curse. Then it ended up Thuke (Thuke!!) after I got done with The Last Olympian. If I manage to write that far, who knows, up to the readers I guess. Well, now to the usual business.

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson. If I did, would I be on ? Of course not.

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"You cannot change fate. You can only delay it. Linger on these words my friend, for they will haunt you to the end."

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Thalia stared into his blue eyes. There was something in his eyes. Those deep blue eyes that she had once use to admire and held so dear. Not that she'd ever admit it to anyone. Her eyes hardened, trying to decipher what lies he was going to spot out next. What trick would he use to gain her trust. But no matter how hard, not matter how much she tried, she could not get rid of the gut wrenching feeling she had. As she stared deeper into his eyes, she saw something unexpected. Grief.

"Do it." he told her boldly, but Thalia swore - even on the river Styx - that his voice wavered. "Kill me." In the background, Thalia could hear Annabeth being her not to, that they could use him, that they could use him for information. Some part of her felt that she couldn't kill Luke, even after all that he's put them through. Some part of her still…cared, for him.

Then she saw something else in his eyes. Desperation. He reached out, his hand gripping her spear. Time seemed to slow as realized dawn on her. Luke wanted out. No sane person would try to grip an electrified spear, let alone the spear of someone on the defensive while they tittered on the edge of a 300 something foot drop. She knew Luke better than that, he'd never try to grab at her spear.

Her instincts almost took control of her, almost forcing her to kick forward, to knock him off his balance and to his death. But something else kicked in, something else drove her to pick a different choice. A different reaction. Instead of kicking him, Thalia pulled with all her might, drawing Luke forward, and pulling her spear out of his grasp. In one fluid motion, Thalia spun her spear and use the flat end to smack her former friend against the back his head.

A moment of silence. Just brief enough for a hummingbird to flap its wings just once. And then an electric vault surged through the both of them. Normally, electricity wouldn't bother her, but as electricity passed through Luke, it seemed to rebound and pass through her own body. The both crumbled to the floor, Thalia only barely able to catch herself. Luke crashed to the floor with a loud thud, a moan escaping his throat.

The seconds that followed were a blur. Annabeth raced to their side, calling out their names. Percy and Artemis had tricked Atlas to hold the sky once again. Monsters roared, an army approaching. Thalia turned, looking over at Annabeth, who was trying to get Luke to wake. His breathing ragged. They were moving now, they had to escape before the monsters were on them. Annabeth and Percy argued briefly, of what Thalia couldn't hear. After Percy gave Annabeth a defeated look, they moved out.

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"I'm not the child of the Prophecy."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm not the child of the Prophecy. It's my birthday and the world's still turning."

"Are you sure? Maybe it's going to take a little-"

"Percy, I'm not the one. Looks like the worlds on your shoulder…again."

"Funny."

Annabeth knocked on the door before coming inside, not waiting for an answer. She smiled at her friends, her hands tied in a pony tail.

"How are you guys doing?" she asked.

"Oh, you know, great. I mean our parents did just vote on whether we lived on not last night, but other than that," Thunder boomed over head and the girls turned and glared at Percy. He looked up and said how he didn't even say anyone's name. Thalia shook her head. Boys.

"Thalia, about last night, you're not regretting-"

"My decision about not becoming a Hunter?" she replied. Thalia looked up at the ceiling of the cabin. There was a lost look in her eyes, as if she truly regretted not taking her half-sister on her offer. To forever be an immortal, to swear off men as long as she fought and or hunted alongside the Goddess of the Hunt.

"No, but Artemis understood, amazingly."

Annabeth smiled, "At least you're here with us. Just like old times," she said before moving forward, passing the two and kneeling in beside a bed. Percy seemed to glare at the body lying on the bed, muttering something close to 'should have left him' or 'they should have blasted him'. Thalia ignored this and watched as Annabeth changed the wet towel on the bed ridden blond.

If anyone just came into the infirmary, they would have assumed this boy was dead, what with some of his hair charred black, his body covered in battle scars and burn mark. In fact, if it weren't for his occasional rise and fall of his chest, or the moan that escaped now and then, Luke Castellan would have been put on pyre and burned…much to Percy's delight (not that he'll ever dare admit it).

"He's still burning up," Annabeth stated, worry in her voice. Percy frowned.

"Well he did get hit in the back of the head by a 300 volt spear. I'm surprised he's alive."

"Chiron said it's a miracle he's alive, but he'll be out for days, months even," Thalia added. She seemed to lace her hands, as if to pray to the gods. Annabeth let out a sad sigh before moving a strand of blond away from Luke's sweat covered face. She started humming a tune and the sound of Percy's feet tapping - either in annoyance or because of his ADHD - harmonized with the tune.

Briefly, a distant memory came to the daughter of Zeus. From back in the day, when it was just Luke, Annabeth, and herself, running from monsters. The memory of a warm camp fire, a little tune, and two teens laughing together as they tried to harmonize with the youngest in their family. She pushed the scene to the back of her head. She couldn't think of those times again. Not in this situation, where anyone from camp could just barge in show the traitor how they felt about him.

The humming stopped. A pained groan echoed in the cabin. Percy reached into his pocket, gripping Riptide. No one could blame him. After all, out of everyone, Luke had tried kill no one more than Percy. He was just being defensive as the forth occupant in the room began to stir, blue eyes blinking rapidly, trying to adjust to the light. Those same eyes scanned the room, first focusing on Annabeth, then Thalia, and finally Percy.

"Luke? Luke are you alright?" There was silence.

"Who's Luke? Who are you people?"

Silence once again.

"Oh that's Minotaur Shit."

Five guess who said that.

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Well, hoped you enjoyed it. remember to leave a review. Critism most welcome.

p.s., I don't have a Beta reader.