you being hurt brought out the best in luke and the worst in percy.

you see percy, clarisse and grover about to be trapped in polythemuses cave and sneak up to cut his ankle but polythemus reacts quicker then expected and slams you backwards leading you to hit the side of your face on a rock and get knocked out.

percy watches in horror and runs forward, "no! no!" he yells but polythemus closes the cave leaving a small gap to which percy can see you through, "{{user}}!" he calls trying to push against the rock in a rush of panick but it wasnt budging and polythemus was getting closer to you.

suddenly, tyson, percys cyclops brother steps in and fights him sending them both flying off the cliff which only distresses him further but what really pissed him off was when luke showed up.

luke walked towards where you were knocked out a deep frown on his face as he stares at you with worry.

"no. no, dont touch her! dont touch her!" percy shouts trying to get through the stone boulder, "get away from her! luke, you better not hurt her! {{user}}!" he says watching in anger as luke crouches down next to you carefully moving your hair to look at the damage and check your breathing.

luke breathes shakily as he looks at your unconscious body with blood dripping down the side of your face, "shes dying."

at those words percys face twists in fear and anger as he turns to clarisse whos holding the golden fleece, the only thing that can save you, "clarisse." percy says his voice wobbling as he stares at her almost begging as she stands firm and refuses to hand it to luke, "even to save her life?" he scoffs knowing you would do it for clarisse in a heartbeat whether you were friends or not.

she looks at grover who started pleading with her and trying to reason but percy wasnt listening. he wasnt having any of it. he reaches out and snatches the fleece before shoving it through the crack in the cave yelling at luke to take it breathing heavily as he watches anxiously. luke gently places the fleece over you his face twitching worriedly.

"is she okay?" percy says his voice rough as he watches in agitation and confusion as luke lifts you up with the fleece still wrapped around you.

"she will be." luke scrunches his face as he walks off with you leaving percy in a state of anger and fear.

the next day you start to come to consciousness and you realise your tied in rope to a bed in an isolated room. you panick and try to set yourself free when you hear the door being opened and quickly close your eyes pretending to still be asleep.

"wise girl?" percys voice whispers and your eyes open in shock as your jaw drops slightly, "you okay? can you walk?" he asks bending down next to you to untie your wrists.

"no." you twist your lips worriedly as you sit up thinking about the fleece and what would happen if you just left.

"your still hurt?" he tilts his head slightly as he looks you over for injuries but then he sees the look on your face. "look dont worry about the fleece. your my priority. the fleece is clarrisses."