Apparently, no one took over the story. Since it's been awhile, I went back and read what I wrote before. From the beginning I didn't think it was any good, but reading it through again I realized so many more things were wrong with it than I thought. I am changing things so dates are more accurate to the actual PJO/HOO timeline and hopefully not as ooc.

Annabeth stopped scrubbing the large black stain on the carpet. She stared up at her desk drawer containing her purchase from earlier until her eyes glazed over.

Just do it. She told herself for the 57th time since she came home. She dropped the rag in her hand, barely noticed the water that splashed onto her jeans. She stood up and reached her hand towards the drawer to her right.

"Hey, Annabeth."

She instinctually slammed the drawer, crushing her fingers. "Ow, ow, ow," she muttered before taking a deep breath and looking up at her roommate.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Hm?" Annabeth sat back down on the carpet and resumed scrubbing.

"This whole week? All the puking?"

Annabeth blushed and consciously stopped herself from looking over at her desk drawer again. "Oh, yeah. I'm feeling okay right now. Sorry, Jessica."

She gathered her curly black hair in to a bun at the top of her head and made a face. "Don't apologize for being sick, Annabeth. You can't help it. Guess you're just not used to the cold, huh?"

"Probably." She didn't bother mentioning the time she ran away and slept in a cardboard box, or the countless times she'd been injured in fights causing her to shiver as she bled out.

"Anyway, your boyfriend's here." Jessica winked at her and Annabeth rolled her eyes. Then she forced herself to start coughing. "Hey, you okay?"

Annabeth coughed again for good measure and croaked out. "Tell him I'm not feeling well and I don't want him to catch anything from me."

"Sure." Jessica threw her jacket on her bed, which was right next to the door. She ignored the weird look she gave her and sighed when the door closed behind her.

The door flew open less than five seconds later. Annabeth choked on her spit and broke into a real coughing fit.

"Sorry." Jessica quickly shut the door again, leaving Annabeth with the one person she simultaneously most wanted to see and most wanted to not see.

"Percy," Annabeth said weakly. "You really shouldn't be here. You might catch a cold or something."

"Huh," Percy huffed and raised his eyebrows at her. Under normal circumstances the obvious skepticism radiating off of him would have made her indignant.

Annabeth narrowed her eyes. "A pipe burst every time you puked."

Percy crossed the room and sat on the edge of her bed. He reached over and grabbed her magic Yankees cap off of her pillow. Annabeth watched him trace the edges with a long finger. He sighed, then looked at her. "You're avoiding me."

She felt cold sweat breaking out on the back of her neck and she swallowed. "I'm – I'm not. I was thinking of your poor neighbors' maintenance bill."

"Stop."

"Stop what?"

"Avoiding the subject of, er, avoiding me," Percy said. "Just spit it out already."

He put down her cap and locked his gaze on hers. She swallowed again and again, trying to get her mouth to stop feeling so dry.

Kneeling on the ground in front of her he said, "If you want to break up with me just say so."

"What?" she screeched. "You think I – me? – want to break up? Why – do you want to break up?" Her chest tightened and she tried to ignore the burning behind her eyes. If Percy broke up with her, she didn't know what she would do. (And no, not because she was the kind of girl who thought she needed a boyfriend, or who based all of her happiness on a boy.)

Percy's eyes widened. "No. No, no, no, no." He reached for her hands, forcing her to drop the dirty rag. He put one hand to her cheek and wiped away the tear that managed to leak out of the corner of her eye. "I don't want to break up. I thought you wanted to break up with me. Why else would you make up dumb excuses not to see me?"

Annabeth sniffled. She pushed the plastic green bowl away from them so she could lean against her bed. "Do you remember right before the battle?" she asked, clasping her hands in her lap. "In the hotel room?"

"No," Percy said. His eyebrows were furrowed and he looked confused. "But we already talked about this. We both can't remember any of it, except that it happened, so we can pretend it didn't happen. I thought that's what you wanted."

"What I want is to remember losing my virginity," Annabeth cried.

Percy put his hands over hers and winced. "I want that, too. And I want that same thing for myself. But it happened and we can't change it. I thought you wanted to pretend it didn't happen and say it was the first time next time it happened."

"I don't think we can pretend anymore," Annabeth finally met his gaze. "I think I'm pregnant."