Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Rick Riordan, or pretty much anything else.

[{[A/N: Well, here we are. Finally, I am rewriting this story. Oh gods, just looking at it now I feel the shame. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy the rewrite and if it's your first time reading it, well I hope you enjoy this version.]}]

Rated: T (for the moment)

Pairing: Luke/Percy; Lucercy; Pluke

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The demigod sighed as he stared at the platinum haired boy sleeping in front of him. What was it about Luke that made him feel this way? He sighed softly as he continued to stare. His ass hurt from being seated too long in the dingy, hard steel pull out chair that they had for visitors in the infirmary. Percy pushed his dark brown locks out of his eyes, his fingers running up and through them as he looked down at the elder demigod.

An almost shy smile flitted onto his lips as he looked at him, before he shook his head and mentally slapped himself. There was no need to act like such a girl. He swore to the gods that if this was how he was acting when Luke was asleep, he'd be a complete lady when Luke woke up. He hadn't realized that the smile had already made its way back onto his lips.

There was something, though, that he couldn't help but wonder while he sat there in that gods awful chair. What if Luke woke up and fell for Annabeth? It was a scary thought to say the least. He meant, Annabeth and Luke had a history together. A history. There is nothing to replace that kind of…friendship. That kind of intimacy. He had to factor in the fact that Annabeth had been head over tits in love with the blonde teen.

Percy reasoned with himself. He supposed it wouldn't hurt as badly if he lost Luke to Rachel or even one of Aphrodite's daughters. Tartarus, if Luke wanted Clarisse, it wouldn't be so bad. But to Annabeth? Percy had a history with her as well. A history. And if both of the people he loved the most ended up leaving him for each other? The brunette took a sharp intake of breath, before closing his eyes and slouching back into the hard steel back of the chair.

What was the point of all this worrying anyway? It wasn't like Luke was his…yet. Wasn't his. That was another depressing thought. Wasn't his. Wasn't his. It was always a mantra in the back of his mind. It was like his subconscious had nothing else to do but remind him of that fact. He pursed his lips and shook his head, trying to physically rid himself of those that plagued him mentally.

'Stop worrying,' he thought to himself, taking another breath of air. He shut his blue green eyes and counted down how many days it had been since Luke was in this coma. One side of his brain told him 'nine days' and the other told him 'too long.' It had been both. Nine days too long that Luke had been under this coma. The healers told him that it would be a wonder at all if he were to wake up. And if he did, they didn't know how fragile he would be or how much he would remember.

Still, Percy waited. He sat and waited with his ass aching and his stomach grumbling. But he was resilient. He wanted to be the first one that Luke saw when he woke from his sleep. And while he slept, Percy would think. Think about why on the god's green earth Hades allowed Luke to live and then his mind would answer him. 'Because Hades kicked him out of the Underworld,' it would say. Then he would think about why he loved Luke so much and his mind would say, 'That's easy. He was the first one to really see you.' They would go back and forth like that for hours until Percy had to stop because he ended up giving himself a migraine.

So Luke rested and while he rested, Percy stayed by his side. He would leave when his friends came to get him, only getting up to eat before coming straight back. Sometimes he would ask the healers questions about how he was doing and then fall into silence. His eyes traced over Luke's features continually. He would think about how he would press his lips into the boy's temple or how he would casually trace his finger over the crevice on the corner of the elder male's lips.

He sighed softly to himself before getting up and moving into the position he had been in every night. Percy slipped onto the small medical bed next to Luke. He wouldn't sleep in his cabin and he would raise the entire Underworld if anyone told him no, so they let him be. He was the prophecy teenager. He was the one that saved Olympus. Nobody could ever tell him no anyway.

Percy settled into the bed, his eyes tracing over Luke's features one last time. His hands reached down to intertwine themselves with the elder boy's bonier fingers, fitting his own in between them. The small smile was back on his face as he breathed in the elder male's scent.

"I love you, Luke," he whispered softly, before closing his eyes and following temporary suit.

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