This chapter might be slightly offensive since, it's like, WWII? And so please don't be too offended when I use ther terms 'Japs' or the likes because I'm just being true to the times. Also, cussing ahead. You can thank Sgt. Davison for that lol.

The sounds of explosions echoed around the battle field. Desmond Fisher ran from cover to cover, hiding from the Japanese's line of sight. "Desmond?" a terrified voice called from his right. Cpl. Fisher turned to see a boy with curly brown hair, pointed ears and an impish face. He usually always smiled, his blue eyes gleaming with mischief and had the face of the perfect trouble maker. But now, both of those where gone, red tinted the whites of his blue eyes as tears of fear streamed down his face. It was just the two of them, the rest of their men died.

"Desmond! I... I'm scared!" The boy said, more tears streaming down his face. He was the same age as Desmond, but he was a few ranks lower than him due to his immaturity. "I wanna see my mom again!" Desmond reached over and clasped the boy by the shoulder. "Hey! Hey! Sammy! It's alright!" He said, his voice trying to stay as calm as he can keep it, "you'll be alright! We have to stick together! We just... we just have to to make it to the beach, back to our ships! You'll see your mother again!"

Sammy whimpered but nodded, clutching his rifle like a teddy bear and rocking back and forth. "I don't wanna die! I don't wanna die!" He whimpered. Desmond hated seeing his friend, who was usually care free, crying for his mother.

"Pull yourself together son!" Desmond yelled, mimicking the voice of their least favorite drill instructor, Sgt. Davison's voice, "out in the war zones, kids who cry for their mommies like little pussies become Jap munchies! Don't be a Jap munchy!" 'Jap Munchy' was Davison's favorite insult to throw around, along with 'pussy' and 'fuck daddy.' All the men in the barracks would mimic Sgt. Davison at night for a laugh, before said man came barging in and yelling, "all yah little Fuck Daddies gonna run an extra mile tomorrow! Let's see how funny you all think you are then! I'm looking at you! Fuck Daddy Supreme!" Fuck Daddy Supreme was Davison's nickname for Sammy. Desmond's was Monkey Boy, a name he received when he scaled the climbing wall in record time.

He was proud to be monkey boy, for it was a complement.

Sammy McNeil laughed at Desmond's impersonation, a small bit of confidence returning to the boy. "We will get through this Sammy, I promise. We'll get out of this God forsaken island and return to New York! You hear me?" Sammy nodded, "okay."

"On my count of three, we will bolt towards the shoreline. Ready?"

Sammy nodded again.

"One..." they started to hear the voices of the Japanese soldiers getting closer.

"Two..." one of the Japanese soldiers hushed the others, everything was dead silent.

"THREE!" Desmond yelled as they jumped from their cover and darted. Bullets flew all around them and they had to zigzag their way to the beach. Desmond turned with his gun and started shooting blind. He heard a few satisfying yelps in pain. But then, he felt a blinding, flash of pain hit his shoulder causing him to cry out in pain. "Desmond!" Sammy yelled, trying to get to him.

"I'm Fine!" Desmond yelled still running. They made good progress, running as fast as they could, avoiding mines, and loosing their Japanese pursuers. Desmond knew they where close to the sea, he could feel it in a strange way, like a homing system implanted in his brain. Then, he could see the water, they where almost there!

Then suddenly, he heard a noise.

Chik

Desmond stopped and turned, Sammy was perfectly still, his foot staying in place. He could slightly make out the shape of a Japanese mine under the foot that stayed in place. "Woah! Sammy, stay there, don't move-"

"Ima gonner-"

"No! We'll make it back to America! Together!"

"Tell my mom that I love her. And tell dad that... that I'm sorry, that I forgive him, and that I love him." Tear rolled down Sammy's face as he removed his left foot.

"NO!!!"

It blew up, blood exploding as Sammy's leg went flying one way as the rest of his body flew another, his head hitting a boulder with a loud crack. Some of Sammy's blood soaked Desmond's uniform, he stood there staring in shock. The Japanese caught up but where stopped in their tracks as they saw the distraught marine, staring at the body of his best friend since freshman year. They both joined the military together, they weren't drafted like the rest. He looked up at them, rage boiling in his sea green eyes he pulled his gun up and glared daggers at them. They pulled their guns out, but they where too late. Desmond let loose a barrage of bullets, downing all five of the Japanese who where still following then with his remaining bullets.

He heard more coming from all around, no doubt alarmed by the sounds of bullets, and he ran again towards the beach. He was nearly to the shore when he felt two more bullets hit him from behind, he screamed and fell to the floor. He crawled the rest of the way into the water before passing out cold.

"Wake up!" A voice cried.

"Wake up Desmond!"

He felt himself being shaken.

He opened his eyes and saw a Japanese soldier above him. He grabbed his knife from under the pillow and lunged at him.

"Woah! Hey! It's me! Luke!"

Desmond opened his eyes for real and saw that it was, indeed, Luke. The boy was shaking, every night he had the nightmare of Sammy's death, every morning he'd scream himself awake, or attack a poor camper who was just trying to help him. When Frank came a few days ago to visit (along with Hazel and even Reyna), he tried to wake Desmond up only to be viciously attacked. He had to turn into a snake and slither away while Luke, Hazel, Reyna, and the Stoll brothers tried to bring Desmond back to reality. He constantly apologized for the attack that whole day, saying that it was just his head but Frank kept saying that it was alright, that he should have known better. Even if Frank wasn't Japanese, he knew that PTSD sometimes won't tell the difference.

He discarded the dagger and flopped down on his butt, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. "Sorry..."

"Sammy again?" Luke asked.

Desmond nodded, "do you think his father was Hermes?"

Luke nodded, "how you described him before to me, and how you said he looks eerily similar to me, I'd say yes. Why?"

"He... wanted to send a message to his father before... before he died..."

This was something Desmond never told Luke, Sammy's last words. "He wanted me to tell Hermes that He forgave him, that he was sorry, and to tell him he loved him..." Desmond's voice cracked at the last message.

I can never give his mother that message... I failed him, tears started streaming down his face, Desmond wipping them away quickly and straightening himself, taking deep breaths. "What are we doing today?"

"Anything, really, why?"

"I don't feel like sparing, or doing anything that will remind me of the military today," Desmond replied as he started putting on his Camp Half-Blood T-shirt and a pair of Jeans.

"Well, how about canoeing?" Luke asked when Desmond finished. The demigod shrugged, "sure."

"I'll see if the others want to come," he said, then exited. Desmond sighed, he like Frank, Jason, Piper, Calipso, Connor, Travis, Annabeth, Reyna, and Will, but he felt that they looked at him as if they fear that he will try to replace him or something. But why and how? His half brother was one of the most incredible demigods on earth! He saved Olympus twice, traveled to Tartarus and back with Annabeth, and was the nicest and most humble person anyone could ever meet. How could Desmond even compare? He was a 'war hero' in a way but he didn't save the freaking gods! He couldn't even save his best friend for crying out loud!

In his mind, Desmond was just trash, not even worthy of praise, not worthy to be considered the half brother of the greatest hero who ever lived nor be the son of such a major god!

Before he could get too absorbed into his own dark thoughts, he heard a light knock on his door, bringing him back to the present. He turned to see Annabeth at the door, staring down at him with concern in her eyes. "Hey, where you... did you want to come to the lake? Luke said you did..."

She wore a blue-grey bikini with her towel over her bottom half. She was beautiful, and Desmond knew why Percy would fall for her. "Yeah, I'm coming."

She just nods and disappears. Desmond pushed all his negative thoughts out of his mind and followed her. He wound his way through all the cabins and down to the lake where all twelve demigods where.

"Hey Des!" Leo called, running up to him and smiling. He was the cleanest Desmond had ever seen, he only had a few splotches of soot here and there, as opposed to when he is covered in the stuff as well as oil and other things. "Hey," he replies with a smile. Besides Luke, Desmond could say that Leo was another camper that he could call his best friend. He, as well as Nico, didn't seem to look at him like the others did. He just treated him like a friend, and that's all Desmond could really ask for. Leo and him did a series of fistbumps, high fives, and other stuff ending with them bring eachother in and slapping the others back as hard as they could, which did hurt like Hades for both of them. Leo was a lot stronger than he looked.

When their secret handshake was finished, Desmond gazed at the rest of them. Jason and Piper where together, as usual, while Annabeth, Calipso, and Luke stood awkwardly staring at eachother and attempting small talk. Nico and Will where surprisingly there too, though, Desmond had a feeling that it was really Will's idea to come and Nico just came. Reyna, Frank, and Hazel where talking about New Rome and the Stolls whispered mischievously into eachother's ears and chuckled. Everyone where trying to avoid talking about anything Percy related, they didn't want to spoil the day.

"Alright, so, we ready?" Luke asked, a look of relief plastured an his face as he saw Desmond. Everyone nodded and gratefully made their ways to the canoes. They raced, splashed eachother and had tones of fun. Desmond enjoyed it, especially since it took his mind off Sammy. The water always helpd him.

When it was lunch time, they turned in the canoes and ate, before returning to the lake and just relaxing. Enjoying the rest of the day, freed from every burdening thoughts.

When it was slightly past two, they heard a voice calling from the shore.

"Hey! Annabeth! Luke! Jason! Having fun without me?"

They all glanced up to see a girl with a punk hairdo and a silver vest, a silver bow strapped to her back with a quiver filled with silver arrows.

"THALIA!" The three she called out exclaimed enthusiastically as they swam to the shore and hugged the lieutenant of the hunt. The others swam back to the shore and watched as they pulled apart.

"What are you guys doing here?" Luke asked with a smile.

"Lady Artemis is going off on her own and decided that the hunt would be safest here. So here we stay," she replied with a shrug.

"What is she doing?" Annabeth asked, everyone knew the hidden question. Does it have to do with Percy?

"I... I'm sorry but I was strictly told not to tell anyone, even you. I'm sorry," Thalia replied, her face showing sympathy when Annabeth's face fell. Thalia hugged Annabeth, as the daughter of Athena cried. She wasn't always like that, Desmond heard that so many times that it was like a broken record to him. People say that she was as hard as a rock, but since Percy left, she was as easy to crack as a thin stick. Even though he knew it wasn't, he always couldn't help feeling that her despair was all his fault.

"Hey, it'll be okay Annabeth. Come on, let's go." They walked off together. Everyone dispersed, the fun was gone, the only ones left with Desmond where Leo, Luke, and the Stolls. "How about I show you Hanger 1?" Leo asked, placing a hand on Desmond's back. He nodded, watching as Luke and the Stolls started to take their leave, no doubt back to Cabin 3.

As Leo lead the way, Desmond couldn't help but think about the brother he never met. He must have been an amazing person, to have so many people be affected by his disappearance. He thought sadly, I can never even hope to be anywhere near as great as he is.

Sorry if it sucks, it's kinda a filler but I wanted a Desmond pov...

Next chapter will be Aiónios' Pov.

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