I just thought that it would be interesting to imagine what would happen if Percy had stayed behind. Please review, especially if you see any mistakes. Obviously I don't own any of the characters and some of the writing belongs to Rick Riordan. Hope you like it.

Annabeth's POV

Bob stumbled away from the battle, his sabre-toothed cat at his side. Percy gave them as much cover as he could - causing blood vessels in the ground to burst one after the other. Some monsters were vaporised in Styx water. Others got a Cocytus shower and collapsed, weeping hopelessly. Others were doused with liquid Lethe and stared blankly around them, no longer sure where they were or even who they were. Then Bob rejoined the fight and Percy no longer needed to help. However all of Bob's concentration was on the monsters, and more and more were coming out of the darkness. Suddenly, as Annabeth was distracted by watching Bob and Damesan, Percy pushed her into the elevator and began to close the doors but she stopped him.

"Seaweed brain, you promised" She shouted, angry at him for thinking that she would let him stay behind.

"Well Bob can't fight the monsters and press the button" Percy replied. Percy and Annabeth fought over the doors. Annabeth was trying to keep them open, Percy was trying to close them.

"Then let me stay" Annabeth begged even though she knew it would be useless. She knew that Percy would never let her stay.

"I'm sorry, but I promised that I would get you out of here" Percy said and he put he reached round and put his hand on top of Annabeth's and before she knew it he had guided it away from the doors and they slammed shut and the elevator went up before she could open them again. Her eyes blurred with tears as she forced the doors to stay closed. She cursed Percy for being so loyal.

Hazel's POV

In the centre of the room, the Doors of Death made a pleasant chiming sound. The green UP button on the right side of the frame began to glow. The chains shook. 'There, you see?' Pasiphaë shrugged apologetically. 'The Doors are in use. Twelve minutes, and they will open.' Hazel's gut trembled almost as much as the chains. 'More giants?' 'Thankfully, no,' said the sorceress. 'They are all accounted for –back in the mortal world and in place for the final assault.' Pasiphaë gave her a cold smile. 'No, I would imagine the Doors are being used by someone else … someone unauthorized.' Leo inched forward. Smoke rose from his fists. 'Percy and Annabeth.' Hazel couldn't speak. She wasn't sure whether the lump in her throat was from joy or frustration. If their friends had made it to the Doors, if they were really going to show up here in twelve minutes...

'Oh, not to worry.' Pasiphaë waved her hand dismissively. 'Clytius will handle her. You see, when the chime sounds again, someone on our side needs to push the UP button or the Doors will fail to open and whoever is inside –poof . Gone. Or perhaps Clytius will let her out and deal with her in person. That depends on you, Hazel.'

Hazels throat constricted. 'What do you mean, her? Where's Percy?'

'I don't know, there is only one female person in the elevator.'

Hazel and Leo looked at each other. Why would Annabeth come up by herself. Hazel knew that there was only reason she would do that... She shuddered. She didn't want to think about it. Then she turned her attention back to Pasaphae.

'Why does it depend on me? Hazel asked.

'Well, if you survive the next twelve minutes then Annabeth will not be needed' Pasaphae replied.