OK, I was rereading my story to see how I would continue...and I just drew a blank. I didn't know where to go.

So I took a step back. Read some fanfiction and fictionpress stuff...and then BAM it hit me!

I decided to take this story in another direction, and I hope you enjoy the ride!

Summary: My gray eyes met his pained green eyes, and I knew I couldn't let him die.


"If we all did the things we are capable of doing, we would literally astound ourselves."

-Thomas A. Edison


Annabeth's POV

I groaned and stretched out my back.

I had just gotten off my shift at the hospital. I changed out of my blue scrubs and into jeans and a tank top.

"See you later." I said to my friend Thalia, who was just checking in.

"See you. I think that you and I will have the same shift tomorrow. I'll see you at home later though, if you are not asleep." Thalia said back.

Thalia and I had been best friends since college, and were now roommates.. She and I had both become nurses in the program and that was that.

She had long, thick, straight black hair, so black it looked almost blue. Her eyes were sky blue, and she always wore thick eyeliner and silver jewelry.

I on the other hand, had long blond hair, and gray eyes. My father said that they were my best feature, and from my mom, who had died when I was ten.

I waved goodbye and went to my car, a black Mazda, and drove.

I lived with Thalia near the outside of Los Angeles, about 30 minutes from the beach.

I went home to my apartment, and dropped off my purse. I didn't feel like sleeping, even though I knew I should.

I shoved my phone into my back pocket and went to the beach.

I loved the beach. I didn't swim, but I liked listening to the steady sound of the waves. Many surfed there, but there was almost no one there when I got there.

I walked down the surf, and kicked off my sandals, and stuck my feet into the water. It was ice cold.

Sighing, I wished that I could stay here forever.

I had loved the ocean ever since I was little. It was always steady, always there, always rhythmic. Something that wasn't always around in my home.

So lost in my thoughts, I almost tripped over something.

I looked down, expecting to see a rock or a toy forgotten by some kid.

Instead I saw a person.

I must have jumped five feet into the air.

He was curled almost into a fetal position, with thick, shaggy black hair that was coated in sand. There was a thick cut on his right temple, with dried blood crusted around it.

He wasn't wearing a shirt, with his chest defined, not overly muscled. There were several cuts, serrated, like the teethmarks of shark. They curved over his right shoulder, hit the left side of his chest, and curved back around to his right hip.

I reached for my phone, my mind slipping into what I called "Nurse Mode."

I stopped dead when I saw his tail.

Yes. You heard me right. A tail.

It looked like a fish's body, with blue-green scales, and then leafy like fins at the very end and sides.

I froze, waiting for the cameras to pop out, saying that this was a joke.

I picked up some sand, and threw it hesitantly at him. He didn't move, just shuddered and groaned. Suddenly, he jerked.

His eyes opened wide, and he drew in a great shuddering breath.

My gray eyes met his pained green eyes, and I knew I couldn't let him die.

Slightly terrified, I knelt down next to him and poked where the scales met his skin.

It didn't feel like rubber. It didn't feel fake.

It felt like a fish's tail.

Gasping, I stared down at the mermaid - merman...and couldn't believe my eyes.

Shaking my head, I realized that he was gravely injured, and was still breathing.

As a nurse, I had seen many wounds, but not like this. Not this bad. I didn't know he survived.

Shaking, I ran to my car, and drove it down to the sea. I didn't know if he could be out of the water or not, but I had a bathtub at home. I needed to help him...and I also know I couldn't take him to the hospital.

I ran back to his side, and heaved him up in my arms. It took me several tries (he was freaking heavy!) but I finally got him in the backseat of my car.

I reached for my phone, and shakily dialed Thalia's number.

"Yeah?" She hissed. I knew she really shouldn't be on the phone right now, but I needed her help.

"Thalia, I need you! Bring me home two or three emergency packs, including an IV!"

"What, why? Annabeth, what the hell is going on? Where are you?" She barked back into the phone, no longer angry at me.

"I don't have time to answer! I have enough stuff at home to last me a couple of hours, but I need your help!"

I shut my phone and threw it to the passengers seat, and raced home.

Please let me be able to save him...


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