Percy doubted everything, now. He doubted that he and Annabeth would make it out of Tarturaus, that Nico wouldn't be able to lead the rest of the group to the mortal side of the doors of death. He doubted that the seven of them would be able to save the world. Percy doubted that he was good enough to save the world; he doubted that he was right for Annabeth. Doubt was running through his head.

Annabeth was thinking the same thing. Doubt. In everything. She didn't believe they'd make it out alive. All they had now was doubt. Slowly eating away their minds.

"Annabeth, I'm so sorry," Percy said. Annabeth looked quizzically at him.

"Percy I'm the one who should be sorry. I'm the one who dragged you down here with me. This was supposed to be my fate, not yours," Annabeth replied. "This is all my fault," she added quieter.

"This isn't your fault," Percy said sincerely. He gently turned her face toward him. He gave a weak smile. "We'll make it through this." Annabeth nodded fighting back tears. As many time as he could say it, he just couldn't believe it. And neither could Annabeth. She wanted to believe him, but she just couldn't. They could try but in the end their plan would fail. In the end all that's left is doubt.

Yep. Doubt. Hope you enjoy. Please review and tell me what you thought. Thanks.

Au revior!

~Shay.