(Reader POV)

At breakfast, the subject was finding Leo. Annabeth was talking about possible locations when I blurted, "He's under my fathers temple that's closest to Mount Olympus." Everybody looked at me. "How-" Annabeth started. "Dream," I quickly said. "And not the first dream I've had about Leo being in this particular stronghold." I described the dream from two nights ago, the one with the dracena. "Well, it looks like they're expecting us, but not for about a week, from your description," Piper said. "But it won't take us another week to get there, will it? I mean, four, maybe five days, tops. That's even factoring in about a days' worth of delays. I don't think he can survive more than that. We don't know if he's being fed. If he is, he's probably not eating it, since he has sense, and it could be poisoned. I just... I just don't know if he can take any more than that. I don't know if I can take being away from him for that long," I got up and ran to my room, crying

I was lying on Leo's bed when someone knocked on the door. "Go away!" I shouted. The door opened and Annabeth walked in. "I said go away," I mumbled into the pillows. "I know what you said, but I'm the only one who knows what you're going through," she sat down on the edge of the bed. "I know, I know. But did you have dreams about his progress on a day-to-day basis? I'm pretty sure you didn't, so don't tell me that you know what I'm going through!" I yelled. "Hey, calm down. I can't claim to know exactly what you're going through, but mines pretty close. I didn't have to watch Percy get thinner through time, but I didn't know exactly where he was for six months. We're trying to get there as soon as possible, so you don't have to be like this for long," she passed me my laptop after pulling up my photos. "I made Percy the desktop when he was gone, and that helped me when he was at Camp Jupiter." I grabbed laptop and looks through the pictures of Leo I had. I pulled up the picture of me curled up against his side and changed my background to that.

(Leo's POV)

After I was taken, all I could really do was hope that (Y/N) had found the note I'd left under the pillows on my bed. I'd written it the day she was drawing me in my tux, after I made the frame, but before I'd looked through the book with the Silk Stockings drawings. I was taken a ways away from the Argo, and then underground. I caught a glimpse of our star before I was taken underground.

Shortly after having my hands chained to the wall on long chains, a telkhine and empousa came walking towards me. I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw a ghost (Y/N). I figured it was her dream. Oh, how I wished it was a dream. She looked shocked when she noticed me, then turned towards the telkhine and empousa. After the telkhine gave up some valuable information about where I was, the empousa whacked him upside the head. (Y/N) turned toward me and kissed my cheek. "Don't worry. I'll come soon,' she said before fading, and I figured she'd woken up.

I fell asleep, and saw (Y/N) get up from the table in the mess hall and run to our room, crying. She lay down on my bed and buried her head in my pillows. Someone knocked on the door, and she yelled, "Go away!" but Annabeth walked in anyway. After a conversation that involved (Y/N) crying (I wanted to hold her), and then her changing laptop's desktop at Annabeth's insistence, I woke up. I didn't want to, I wanted to stay asleep, so as to keep an eye on her. After my near-death experience and hearing her say those things about her love, I had to make sure to stay alive to keep an eye on her. I was trying to spare her heart from losing me and then finding out I'd died.

I was trying to calm myself down, but that wasn't easy when I'd figured I was being used as bait. 'Stop thinking like that, Leo,' I told myself. I had to think about good things. I thought about (Y/N) curling up against my side, of all the things I loved about her. Her art, her eyes, how she fiddles with her earrings when she's bored. How she tasted of chocolate when we kissed, how she smelled of cinnamon all of the time. How cute she looked when she was asleep. I loved her hair, how she almost always wore it in a ponytail. I thought back to what she looked like on the night of the dance, in a blue dress with the sea star earrings I'd given her, a turquoise necklace and bracelet. My thoughts were interrupted by the telkhine bringing in food. My stomach ached, but I was thinking about what I'd told myself earlier, that I'd keep myself alive, and the food could be poisoned. After the telkhine left, dream (Y/N) appeared again.