Letters from Annabeth to Percy, and vis versa. Starts pre-Lost Hero, but will eventually stream into Heroes of Olympus series.

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO, of course

Dear Percy,

I'm lost. Actually, you're lost, but without you I'm lost. That sounds stupid, I know. Rachel said I should write a letter to you, so I can express what I'm "feeling". You know how Rachel is. I wonder where you are. I wonder what you're doing. Probably nothing good, right? I don't expect any better from you. I hope you're okay. I would feel it if you weren't, I know I would. You and Grover may have your empathy link, but we are linked by something intangible that I can't really place, but I know it's there. Gods, how cheesy. You would be laughing right now if you were to actually read this. How can this be happening? We're finally together after five whole years and you decide to disappear! Or should I say the gods decided to make you disappear? Chiron tells me not to think like this, but I know it's true. They have some selfish motive and they're using you to achieve their goals. I know I shouldn't think that way, that the gods don't care about us and they just use us to do their bidding. That's the thinking that caused Luke's death. But it's just so unfair! I know you're the great hero, Seaweed Brain, but you're my great hero. You saved the world, so why aren't we having our happy ending? We are going to have it, though. I'm going to find you, no matter what it takes.

I miss you,

Annabeth

P.S. When I get you back, you are never allowed to read this

Dear Annabeth,

I'm not sure I know exactly who you are. Then again, I don't exactly know who I am either. What a weird feeling. Anyway. I may not know who you are, but I know you're important. Whenever I'm not running for my life and I have a chance to think, I think about you. At first, I just remembered your name, but I'm slowly starting to remember your appearance, your personality, our history. It's still very fuzzy, but I'm trying. I'm writing this letter in the hopes that maybe it will stir more of my memories of you. Maybe if I tried listing all the things I remember about you right now it would help me remember more. I know you have piecing gray eyes. You wear the same necklace of beads I wear; only yours is filled with a few more than mine. I'm still trying to decipher what those beads mean. You want to be an architect. It's weird that that's something I remember, because I have a feeling my eyes glazed over whenever you talked about it. I remember a volcano. I don't know what happened there, but it must've been important. Recently, I've been picturing a bridge and a blond boy, but I get a bad feeling when I think about it. I think something bad happened to you there, but I can't be sure. I hate not being sure; I hate not knowing anything! Not knowing who I am, why I'm being chased by monsters, why this is happening to me! The only thing that comforts me is that I have you in my memories; that I have you in a life that I am determined to get back.

Thinking of you,

Percy

P.S. Why do I keep picturing a blue cupcake?