I AM SO SORRY, FORGIVE ME PLEASE. I know, I know, It's been a really long time since I actually updated this fic or my other fics.

So this is quite crappy in my opinion but then again, I thought the first chapter was crappy too but you guys liked it.

THIS IS NOT REALLY A CONTINUATION but like flashbacks or memories from the past. This isn't quite finished , it's not even edited. I wrote this when I was 12, I just never published it. I just found my old notebooks where I wrote my fanfics today.

SO HERE IT IS, hope you won't be too disappointed. Don't get your hopes up too high.

DISCLAIMERS: so I don't own PJO blah blah blah

The Beginning

He felt his stomach growl. It's been a while since he last ate a proper meal, and he was hungry- no, he was starving. Luke looked around the park he was at, staring at the kids with their mothers, some with their fathers, playing or having a picnic. He watched a father, helping his son ride a bike. He stared at a mother who was giving a sandwich to her daughter. He felt an uncomfortable feeling settle down his stomach and felt a dull ache in his chest.

He wondered, wistfully and longingly, how his life would be if his father hadn't left them. He knew it was impossible; his father was a god, a Greek god. His mother told him so, and despite the fact that his mother was not completely sane, Luke believed her. He knows his mother loves him but he can't stand living like that forever. And so, he ran away.

Luke was just sitting there in a corner of the park, looking longingly at the bag of candy in a 4 year old hand. The boy noticed him looking, and Luke looked away embarrassed. He heard light footsteps behind him. It was the boy with the bag of candies. He held out the bag.

"You want some?" he asked stumbling over his words. Luke looked at the 4 year old in surprise.

"Can I?" Luke asked hopefully and the boy nodded. He sat down beside Luke and started eating the candy.

"What's your name?" Luke had asked. The boy looked at him with wide, innocent sea green eyes.

"My names Pewcy

"Nice name".

Percy's worried mother found Percy with Luke. He didn't know how it happened but he stayed in their apartment for the night.

Luke stayed for the night, then the next day, and the day after that. Days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months until the Jacksons adopted him unofficially. Adopting him officially and legally would be a mess, seeing as he ran away from home and that he didn't want his mother to end up in a hospital or a mental institution when the authorities find her.

They lived happily. Sure, there were some financial problems but they're living and happy. But he should have known that happiness doesn't last. Ms. Jackson married a man (if he can even call him a man). He was disgusting, more like a pig. The way they treated their mom and them. The thought made him clench his fists.

He looked down at his 5 year old brother, whose face was marred with a bruise on the cheek and his arms and his eyes and nose red from crying. Percy pulled at Luke's shirt and looked at him with those sad eyes. Gabe had punched him for tripping down the stairs and waking him up.

Luke kneeled so he could speak to Percy more properly. He hugged his small, shaking frame, stroked his hair and rubbed his back.

"It's okay, it's okay. I'm here, I won't let him hurt you, I promise."

He shushed and whispered comforting words in Percy's ear.

How he wish he could keep his promise.

He lived with them for 5 years. They were happy, despite of Gabe. Luke loved his brother more than anything, Percy was the light in his life, he gave his a purpose and a reason to be. Luke loved his family, who cares for him and loves him unconditionally. For 5 years, Luke lived as quietly as it could possibly be. Until a monster attacked and almost killed Percy. He almost ran away, right then and there just to protect him. He knows demigods attract monsters, and he is a demigod. This was his fault. All his fault.

What stopped him, was also the reason he wanted to go. But he couldn't leave Percy alone with Gabe. So he took out the celestial bronze knife her real mother gave to him (who the hell gives a knife to an 8 year old?) and taught himself how to wield a knife to fight against monsters. And he stayed.

Later that year, was when he finally ran away. It was when Percy kept having fevers, always getting fatigue and had lost an incredible amount of weight. They finally got really worried and had him checked up at the hospital.

He was diagnosed with Leukemia. It was the rare kind of leukemia. The doctors said it was incurable but they could slow it down and Percy would live for several more years. He went to chemotherapy and all that and it was going well. Until one day, it didn't.

He almost died again. And that was when Luke snapped. He can't, he won't watch him die slowly. He just can't. Pretending he never met them wasn't easier but it made everything hurt less if he tried to forget them.

And so, he packed his bag and he kissed his sleeping mother- no, Ms. Jackson, in the forehead, whispering a goodbye and an I love you and a Thank you for everything. He stared at his sleeping brother. His bag, feeling heavier than it was supposed to be. He's running away. It was a selfish act and he knows it. He was leaving when his family need him most. But he can't take it.

He walked over to Percy and kissed his forehead softly, taking his fist to his mouth to suppress a sob threatening to come out. He glanced at his mother and Percy for the last time, turned the knob, opened the door… and ran. He ran until he was far away. He didn't stop. He bumped many people, he didn't say sorry as he normally did. He just wanted to get away, as far as he can.

Not until he was miles away from his house did he collapsed into a corner and cried.

He found 2 companions, just like him- demigods. A 12 year old, named Thalia, and a 7 year old, named Annabeth. He never told them about his family. He just told them he ran away and let them reached their own conclusions or assumptions.

He treated them like a family, but thinking bitterly and wistfully no one could ever replace Percy,

Luke wondered what he's doing right now, or if he's okay. He knows he isn't dead (he took consolation from that fact) because he just knows that he'd feel it if he's dead. He wondered about Gabe and just the first thought of him made him see red. He wasn't there to protect or take care of Percy anymore and just the thought of that made him seriously consider about going back. But he didn't, because he still couldn't see Percy, who was once so full of life, and was just so bright and almost glowing, be pale and so sickly again and Luke's scent was stronger now and attracting more monsters. He couldn't risk Percy's life.

And so he never came back and tried his damned hardest to forget about them until they were hidden so deep inside his mind. As he pushed back his memories of them, he started to feel resentment towards his father. Resentment, which grew to anger and hate.

And that was that.

I know, not much dialogue or whatnot but it's the only thing I can do right now. I warned you not to get your hopes up.

= okay, so the reason why they weren't attacked by monsters earlier on, was because Luke and Percy were both still too young, and Gabe masked up most of their scent. And then the reason why they were finally attacked, was because Luke was now older.

and reminder that the leukemia stuff is mostly made up.

THIS IS UNEDITED AND I DON'T REALLY HAVE A BETA, SO PLEASE TELL ME IF THERE ARE GRAMMAR OR SPELLING MISTAKES

This is crappy af but

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