A/N: Hey! I'm back with a new sequel! It picks up from when Annabeth was horribly shot and if you didn't read Prosperity of Life, go and read it!

Well, on with the story!

Afire with Passion?

Chapter One

"Dammit!" Annabeth cringed sourly, wistfully wrapping her slender fingers around the golf ball sized hole that was plunged into her scapula. Her book fell to the ground with a resonating thud, as she bit her lip, her eyes squinting in pain as she swiftly took a bottle of pills from the table, popping in a pill to reduce the pain.

"Annabeth, you ok?" Percy's low, husky voice asked in concern. He popped his head out of the door of the kitchen, his eyebrows furrowed in deep worry. There was a long running along his forehead and a tight frown that was creating concern lines along his lips.

"Yeah! I'm fine! This stupid injury makes me just fine!" Annabeth added back dryly and brusquely, instantly feeling guilty about being so snippy to him.

"No need to be snappy!" He added, shaking his head as he chuckled deeply and softly. Annabeth's grey eyes rolled in annoyance, pursing her lips as she picked up the book that had fallen. She pulled back her shoulder in irritation, exhaling a deep, frustrated breath.

She shook her head, her stormy grey eyes focusing on the last page of the chapter as she brought her feet up on the couch. She cocked her head to side, her eyebrows lining up into a concentrated expression as she licked her lips.

"You know, I think these painkillers are making you high." Percy spoke aloud, his eyes glinting with playfulness as he sat on the couch, pulling Annabeth's feet onto his lap, setting the bowl of delicious, steaming caramel popcorn.

Annabeth rolled her eyes, throwing her head back as she laughed. "Yeah, I think so too." She smiled amusingly, eyeing the bowl of popcorn.

Percy laughed, and it made Annabeth smile bigger. Surprisingly, his voice was rich and deep, and full of joy when he laughed. Annabeth's eyes focused on him, analyzing his every move.

He would sometimes throw his head back as he chuckled loudly, or shake his head when he laughed. His eyebrows would rise up, as his eyes gleamed with cheekiness. His lips would turn into a big grin, and his dimples would grow slowly and beautifully.

Not that Annabeth would admit it.

Annabeth shook her head, pulling her feet of his lap as she sat up straight. She pulled the DVD cover off the table, pulling it in front of his face.

"Are we going to watch a movie or not?" She asked cheekily. Percy shook his head, grabbing the cover and walking over to the DVD player, popping the disc in. He grabbed the remote off the side, his thumb pressing in softly on the big red button in the front.

He backed away quickly, plopping onto the comfortable as he wrapped his left arm around Annabeth carefully, trying not to injure her deep wound.

He looked over, smiling a big grin as his right hand reached for the popcorn, popping it into his mouth and chewing it slowly, mocking her slightly.

She laughed, shaking her head as she popped some into her mouth, the taste of caramel sauce melted into her tongue, creating a tasty vibrant taste. She licked her lips in satisfaction, her eyes staring in front of the bright, large screen that was in front of her.

The movie was a new comedy by Jack Black, called 'Gulliver's Travels'. First it showed him being in the office, talking to a guy for a job interview.

Annabeth laughed at the parts where he peed on the castle to set off the fire and some other various parts that were quite comedic to the both of them. By the end of the movie, they had eaten five bowls of popcorn and Annabeth had fallen asleep on Percy's lap.

He stared fondly at her, brushing away the strands of hair from her cheek, tucking it behind her ear. He slowly pulled himself underneath her, holding her head gently as he slid his arm under her, carrying her into their bedroom.

He placed her carefully and tenderly, kissing her forehead before his pulled the blanket of her sleeping silhouette.

He strode away slowly, the small bit of light vanishing into the darkness of the bedroom. Tiredly walking down the flight of stairs, he rubbed the bridge of his nose gently.

Buzz…..

Percy shook his head, trying to shake off the feeling of weariness. He stuffed his hand into his right hand back pocket, pulling out his Iphone and slid the screen without bothering to check the caller ID.

"Hello?" He answered tiredly, suppressing a yawn as he stretched his arms wide.

"Hello, Perseus." A deep, dark voice spoke sternly and harshly. Percy's eyebrows rose up slightly in curiosity, his sea green eyes held slight concern as he answered back.

"Who is this?" He asked brusquely, his voice strong and firm.

"Someone that you will know in due time. But, as for now…Let's just say I'm your…helpful friend." The man answered, hesitating slightly.

"And how the hell can you help me?" Percy asked dryly, with a tinge of irritation.

On the other line of the receiver, the man cackled with a horrible laugh, the sound resonating in Percy's eardrum. Percy angrily clutched his phone, almost prepared to throw his phone at the wall.

"Look, can you just get on with your little chuckling festival?" Percy asked, his lips forming in a tight, unforgiving line. His eyebrows knitted together in consternation as his sea green eyes held some inner rage.

"Kid, I know the guy who shot your girl." The man answered shortly.

His eyes widened in shock, as he took in a deep breath. His grip tightened, his sea green eyes dark as the night sky. "W-who?" He asked, stuttering slightly.

"A man who Annabeth hasn't seen in a long time…." The man chuckled evilly as Percy heard the line end with a short, sharp and loud click. He pulled the phone away from his ear, his eyes holding genuine shock and fear of what was about to happen.

Slowly, the unforgiving lines along his face disappeared, as worried lines formed across his forehead and to his mouth. His eyebrows crinkled in anger as he strode to the living room, slowly slumping down in the couch.

He covered his hands on his face, inhaling and exhaling long, deep breaths. He pulled his hands down for his face, and slowly, his fingers curled around his phone, his knuckles turning snow white.

As he ran a hand through his hair, his eyes gleamed as he stared at the blank, dark screen that was in front of him. He threw his head back, leaning down effortless as he bit his lip, hard. His darkened sea green eyes stared right at the white ceiling, his eyes growing with anger slowly by the minute.

This doesn't make sense. Why would someone call me, instead of Annabeth? It just doesn't seem right at all. After all the freaking crap we've been through, we've never got away from this, Percy thought bitterly.

Angrily, he stood up, hurling his hand right to the hard wall. Slowly, Percy could hear his fingers crack as he pulled back his hand, clutching it with rage as blood trickled out.

"Dammit!" He shouted loudly, biting back that pain that getting stronger. He whipped my head, staring at the baseball sized hole in their wall.

Crap, Annabeth's gonna kill me.

"Percy?" Annabeth asked in a tired, sleepy tone. He turned my head around, as a nervous, uncomfortable feeling flowed through his body. He faked a loud, uncomfortable laugh, scratching the back of his neck with his bleeding hand.

Quickly, he pulled back, laughing louder. "No, everything's fine. I just….uh….hit my foot against the table." He answered hurriedly and lamely. There was a short silence before the sound of Annabeth's melodic laugh filled in his ears.

"Figures that you would knock your foot." Annabeth commented teasingly, as he heard her footsteps come closer and closer. Worriedly, he looked around desperately, as if trying to find a place to hide.

He shook his head in defeat, accepting the fact that he was a huge, huge moron. As the footsteps got louder and nearer, Annabeth gasped in shock, her eyes widening as she stared at the baseball sized hole in the wall.

She looked back to Percy, her eyes burning with rage, but it soon disappeared as quickly as it came. She stared at the long, deep cut that ran along his knuckles, blood covering his hand. Quickly, she took it as he winced in pain, closing his eyes as she pulled him into their kitchen.

She pushed his hand into the sink, taking out the retractable spray, turning on the sink and sprinkling water over his cut. He howled in pain, pulling back his arm as Annabeth pulled it back stubbornly.

She gave him a hard, serious look as she continued cleaning his cut. As soon as she was done, she took out the first aid kit and push Percy down on the stool of their kitchen island. He stumbled slightly, holding on the edge of the island for support.

Annabeth took out a roll of bandage tape, anesthetic and something for Percy to bite on so that she could take out the bits of splinters stuck between his knuckles. Slowly, she pulled out bit by bit until she was certain that there were no more stuck in his knuckles.

He winced as she wrapped the bandage around his fist, his face tightening as she wrapped a few more times. After she was done, she placed the first aid kit back and sat down, her stormy grey staring sternly at Percy, who was uncomfortably scratching the back of his neck.

"What happened?" Annabeth asked calmly, her grey orbs filled with annoyance.

"Well….I got a phone call from…someone. And he said that he knew the person who shot you." He explained, eyeing Annabeth as her eyes widened and her lips were formed in a tight line.

"He said that it was someone you knew, but you haven't seen in a long time."

Annabeth looked at him, her eyes staring blankly at the table, as her forehead crinkled and her eyebrows creased in worry.

"Someone…I know?" Annabeth mumbled quietly to herself, placing a hand under her chin as licked her lips. She stared at Percy thoughtfully, biting her lip in consternation.

Suddenly, she stood up briskly as she slammed her palm onto the table, her eyes filled with distress as she shook her head vigorously. "No…It can't be him!" Annabeth muttered worriedly as Percy stood up, placing a hand on her shoulder, making her jump.

She had momentarily forgotten that he was there.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Percy asked softly, his turquoise orbs boring into her stormy grey ones. Slowly, he saw the lines in her face disappear slightly as she inhaled a deep breath.

Opening her mouth, she couldn't form the words that she wanted to say to Percy. She blinked, unable to reply as they heard a hard, loud knock on the door. Slowly, Percy inched away from her grasp, strolling towards the door as he pulled it open, only to be faced with a man in a dark mask, holding a silenced pistol.

He aimed his gun at Percy, as he quickly pushed her back, blocking her from getting shot. Slowly but relentlessly, the man walked over, cocking his gun towards Percy's chest. He stared at the man, his eyes gleaming like hot coals as he inhaled deep breaths.

"What do you want?" Percy demanded angrily. He didn't reply.

But Percy could see that he was smiling, even though his mask was covering his face, he could see his cheeks rise up.

"Hello, Annabeth." The man muttered darkly, striding over as they walked back slowly. This is bad, they thought.

A/N: Ok, I know it wasn't that good. But leave your reviews. Please? Oh, and a new chapter for Life as I knew is coming soon! P.S Sorry if there were spelling mistakes!