Well, some of my regular readers may be asking this question: "Um, didn't you say this story was going to be about Nico and Bianca?" Yes it was… but then I got this crazy idea in class, and this story was born.

The story will be OOC, have Typos, and my own little twist on the previous things that have happened in the series, because it's my fanfiction and I can do that kind of stuff. If you don't like, go write you own.

Enjoy!

Annabeth POV

The only thing that I was certain of was that I was dead.

I didn't know how long, I didn't know exactly why, and I was not completely sure of where I was. That's because the world around me was a startling gray color. When I stared at my body, I was translucent in the mist.

It's sort of like being on a rollercoaster of emotions and death. I felt as if I should be angry, or crying, or something other than the blankness that had become me. Something really hurt, too, in my chest.

Then, it all came back to me in an instant. A thousand memories of my life, of who I was. I was Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena, head architect of Olympus, and girlfriend of the one and only Percy Jackson. I had blonde hair and gray eyes. I'd never failed a test, fought with a bronze knife, and ran away from home when I was seven.

But when I tried to think back to the time of death… there was nothing. I had no idea what had happened and if anyone else had died alongside me. Perhaps I was killed in my sleep, or during a fight. I wouldn't know until I remembered.

What happened to Percy?

It hit me like a bullet. I was never going to see him again. I wasn't sure why, but I started to cry in the swirling mist, because Percy wasn't with me. It was completely selfish of me to think something like that. It's as if I wanted him to die, which was not true at all. I just needed him with me. I felt... naked and bare without him.

Good gods, I really was dead. I took a shaky breath and found out that air wasn't even needed, since I was already dead. I poked my arm and expected my fingers to go right through. Instead, they did in fact touch my arm, like it really was there. I could feel my flesh, and I could see through it.

If anything had been in my stomach, I would've hurled. But I was empty, and I had a feeling I was going to stay like that for a while. I had a weird premonition that I wasn't going to get to be eating another Big Mac or a bag of chips. Even my bronze knife that I usually had was gone, leaving me defenseless.

The mist circled my body in odd patterns, like a noose fitting around a convict's neck. I swallowed hard and took a step back, and I hit my back against a hard wall.

I almost jumped out of my own skin. I ran away from it and faced it. It was brick and said DOA RECORDING STUDIOS, and I remembered, years ago when I was twelve, that I had been there, with Percy and Grover.

NO SOLICITING. NO LOITERING. NO LIVING. Pfft… no problem now. I was pretty sure that I hadn't died in a bathtub this time around.

I hooked my arm through the glass doors handle with no problem. I pulled it open and found it surprisingly heavy, or maybe I was just abnormally weak. And when I walked inside, and actually smiled, because of the flood of memories that came back into my mind.

It hadn't changed a bit. Now that the mist had gone away, I saw that the rest of the room was indeed gray. Not much of a change. There was a potted cactus in one corner, and the two leather, black couches were on opposites sides of the room, packed full of bored, scared humans that clearly had no idea what had happened to them.

The large, raised podium was still in the center, and Charon sat there playing on an iPad. He still looked the same. He had dark brown skin and bleached hair, and he wore an expensive Italian suit. His eyes were as black as midnight.

He didn't even looked at me as I approached. He seemed to be playing some sort of app, and judging by the sounds that I heard, I guessed it was Angry Birds or something along those lines. I cleared my throat and tapped my foot, waiting for him to see me.

He didn't, so I slammed my hand against the polished wood. He didn't jump, but looked down at me casually. That's when his eyes got wide. "Didn't you die in a bathtub, maybe four or five years ago?" he asked in a British accent with pure disbelief. Of course, he knew that I hadn't died in a bathtub. Back then, our improvising hadn't been that great. But still, he was shocked nonetheless.

Some of the people in the waiting room perked up, confused. Clearly Charon wasn't shocked that often. I shrugged my shoulders. "Didn't you and every other Greek figure supposedly disappear over two thousand years ago?"

He wiped the look off of his face with record speed. His eyes narrowed and he glared down at me. "I don't appreciate your smart attitude, Annabeth Chase." Clearly, he remembered me.

"Well, I don't appreciate being dead, but that's not going to help me in my situation, now is it?" I shot at him. We stared at each other with a sudden, burning rage. But eventually, after however much time passed, he rolled his eyes.

"So, who killed you?" he asked, scrolling through something on his iPad.

I cocked my head. "And why would you assume that someone killed me?"

He gave me this look like I was the biggest idiot in the world. He pointed down at my chest. "I don't suppose you did that to yourself, now did you lad? It must've hurt?"

Hurt? What was he talking about?

Self-consciously, I folded my arms over my chest, and felt that burning pain again. With wide eyes, I examined my see-through hand and found it stained with actually blood, deep red and dripping off of my fingers and onto the perfect tile floor.

My chest literally had a hole through it, and when I poked it, more just dripped out. It hurt like crazy. "Um, I'm not sure," I stuttered. "I can't remember what really happened."

He frowned like it was unacceptable, and then said, "So, where's the money? You need to pay or I'm afraid you won't be able to pass on."

I didn't want to pass on, but I certainly didn't want to stay in the waiting room forever. My bloody hand fumbled with my torn jeans and I reached inside of my pocket, searching for some sort of money. Anything. When my hand came out, all that was in my palm was some lint. I was totally broke.

Anger suddenly surged through me. It wasn't like people knew when they were going to die, and if they did, how would they know to keep money with them? "I don't have anything," I started off slowly, and then Charon cut me off with a wave of his hand.

"Take a seat then, Ms. Chase, and hope someone with back-pack full's of cash decides to come in and help you out. Or hope that one day I might feel sympathetic." He returned to his game, and in my anger, I flipped him off.

He didn't take notice to it, so I walked back over to the couches. There wasn't one open space and I was left standing for a few minutes, staring at my feet and feeling like an idiot. I didn't even have a penny on me. I was totally screwed.

Before I even knew it, Charon was off of the podium. He clapped his hands together. "Okay, listen up, worthless souls. If you've paid, follow me. You'll be going to the Underworld now. If you haven't stay here, and don't think about sneaking away with the others, because it'll never work and Cerberus will just eat you. No one wants to end that way… unless, of course, you end up going to the Fields of Punishment. You'd want to be eaten rather than go through that kind of torture." He chuckled like it was funny.

I watched as people all around me slowly stood up, looking relieved. I wondered how long they had been waiting here, and how long I would have to. I heard the soft shuffling of feet, and a little girl crying. "Shut that girl up before I through her down!" he threatened.

There was subtle shushing and the little girl finally quieted down. My heart went out to her, filled with sympathy. I watched as the group walked over to the elevator and stepped inside. Charon shouted, "Oi! Give me some room." Someone grunted in pain, and it wasn't Charon.

The doors closed and I listened to the sound of the cables bringing the people down to where they would never come back. It lasted for about half a minute, and then I could hear no more.

So I sat down on the now open couch and watched the people around me. There was a guy, perhaps fifty years old, who wouldn't stop coughing and grabbing at his chest. He was dressed in night clothes, so maybe he had passed on in his sleep.

There was an elderly lady with curly white hair and gum disease. She was tapping her foot and bobbing her head as if she were listening to the nonexistent music. She had on a pink skirt that went down to her ankles and a puffy blue jacket. She probably died of old age

The only other person that was left was a thirty year old homeless man, who wore practically nothing. He had a scraggly beard and was flipping through a Cosmopolitan magazine. He… I wasn't sure how he died. His little clothes were sort of bloodied, but I doubted that he had been stabbed or shot like me.

After that, there was nothing to do but… well, wait.

I had no idea how much time passed. The clock ticked on and on and on… eventually Charon returned from the Underworld and didn't say a word to us as he checked his Facebook and played the Logos Quiz. Sometimes he asked us to help him answer the question, but he remained silent.

Sometimes, new people came in. Some of them had money and paid him, and some of them didn't and were like me. We never spoke to each other, just studied and tried to ignore. I sort of felt like I was alive. I didn't fall through anything but I didn't have to eat, or use the restroom, or sleep. It was like existing but existing for nothing.

And then, after so much time had passed that it could've been years (though I knew it was only a few hours or days), someone interesting walked through the glass doors and took away by breath.

It was the one and only Percy Jackson, looking hopelessly confused.

I hadn't even realized that I had jumped out of my chair and sprinted towards him. He was so out of place that I was sure he had not realized it either. I could feel the multiple pairs of eyes on me and I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my lips to his in a heart stopping, mind blowing kiss.

I kept my eyes opened and stared at him. His green orbs got huge with shock, but then he crushed me to him, sighing deeply. And for a few moments we weren't dead and we were together, back at Camp Half-Blood, at the bottom of the lake kissing for the first time.

Wait… Percy was dead. No…

I jerked away from him. "Oh gods, what happened to you? How did you die?"

He shook his head. "I can't remember. Everything is so blank, and I can't believe that I am back here, and that you're here. Why are you here?"

"You mean you don't know how I died?" I asked incredulously.

"Not at all," he said, threading his fingers through my blonde hair. He poked my chest lightly. "I suppose it has something to do with that, though. The last thing I remember is going to sleep, maybe a week ago, and you were alive then. But the last few days are just gone."

I stepped away from him and studied his body. He was still lithe and muscular, with that funny Seaweed Brain smile and tousled black hair. He wore his orange Camp Half-Blood shirt and dark jeans, and he looked perfectly healthy and totally alive.

Except for the fact that I could see through him and the giant gash in his stomach, still giving off blood that had gone onto me. Percy looked down to see what I was staring at and yelped. "Ah! So that's what happened. Someone tried to gut me like a fish!"

I nodded slowly. "You're dead Percy, and so am I." I'd accepted I but it was still hard to believe it, especially since neither of us remembered how we had died. It seemed more like a twisted dream.

"Well, then let's get this over with." He pressed a coin into my hand, and I glanced at the golden drachma that glinted in the pristine light of the studio.

"How did you know you were to need this?" I asked him as he tossed his own coin in the air.

"Not sure," he admitted. "When I woke up, I was in this gray mist, and then the DOA was in front of me after a while. I had reached into my pocket, looking for Riptide, which I don't have any more, and I found two coins in my pocket. It was like I had known I was going to die and that you were too."

So that was a little creepy. I guess that I had died before him. "Let's just go to Elysium now and get all of this over with." He winked at me and we walked over to Charon, who while we had been reuniting gotten a new group to go back down to the Underworld.

Percy and I tossed the coins at him. Without looking up, as if he had known they were coming, he caught them in his hand. "Well, Mr. Jackson. It's been a while since we have seen each other."

"Hiya, Charon!" Percy greeted, waving at him. I was amazed. He was dead but so accepting and happy about it, completely different from the rest of the people there. He laced his fingers through mine. "We'll just be going down with you if you don't mind."

"Be my guest," he said, pressing one of the buttons on the elevator and sliding his key card into a slot. We stepped inside and I looked at some of the other people, still inside at the waiting room. The people that had remained with me from before were all still there, and they stared at with pain-filled expressions.

A few newbies were there too, and I adverted my eyes before I could run back inside and save them all. The doors soon closed, and we began our descent into the Underworld, to where I would never return.

I was never going to see my friends again. I was never going to see my dad again. I was never going back to Olympus to finish reconstruction. I was never going back to my cabin, or back to Camp Half-Blood. I was going to stay in the Underworld forever.

The more we went down, the darker it got. It was like déjà vu. Soon, Percy and I were wearing gray hooded robes, and Charon was wearing a long black robe. His glasses were gone and showed empty eye sockets. I could see the bones inside of him.

Percy squeezed my hand and I squeezed back.

The floor started to sway, and we were moving forward rather than down. We weren't on an elevator anymore, but a wooden barge. The River Styx was below us, littered with trash and swirling with dark water. Percy winced beside me and turned away.

"I can't believe I ever took a bath in that," he whispered to me, and even though we had started to cross into the horrific hell, I couldn't help but laugh a little at him.

Stalactites hung from the ceiling, close to our head. The shore that was ever approaching glimmered with a greenish light that reminded me of poison. For some reason I started praying. I didn't want to be stuck in the Fields of Asphodel or the Fields of Punishment. I wanted to be with Percy in Elysium.

The ship stopped on the rocky shoreline. We disembarked with the other many spirits that all seemed to know what they were doing. I stopped for a second and turned around to look at Charon, on this ferry.

The ferry had already left, the fog had risen, and there was no way to get back to the world of the living.

After walking down the old dirt path, Percy and I found ourselves standing in the ATTENDANT ON DUTY line with tons of other people. Some of them may have been demigods, but I wasn't too sure.

Of course, less time would've passed if we had just gone through the EZ DEATH line, but Percy and I were pretty positive that we were going to be fine being judged in front of the three judges. The only one that we knew wouldn't lie us would be King Minos, but we were both willing to risk it is it meant staying together.

When we saw Cerberus, I had almost wanted to go up to him and pet him. He was actually a bit of a sweet heart once you got past the size and teeth. But when I had stepped toward him, he had crouched and growled at me, his three heads snapping. Clearly he hadn't remembered me at all, so I stayed clear.

It sort of depressed me, knowing that even Cerberus had forgotten about me, but Percy said, "It's okay. Maybe you can train him again someday in the future. After all, we have the rest of our lives here."

The line moved ever so slowly and I was afraid that we would never reach the Judgment Hall. No one really talked. Most just stared. Some people who were families cried together.

Skeleton soldiers patrolled the lines, walking up and down to make sure that we didn't try to escape. Whenever one came near us, we always turned away and tried to block them out.

Once, Percy and I heard a baby start crying up ahead. Something told me it was the little girl that I had seen before. I heard the clanking of bones and the sound of the butt of a gun hitting skin hard. The kid stopped crying quickly. I cringed at the repetitive sounds until Percy hugged me to his chest and whispered reassuring words in my ears.

The tented pavilion began to get closer, and a familiar banner read: JUDGMENTS FOR ELYSIUM AND ETERNAL DAMNATION. Welcome Newly Deceased!

I knew that if we kept walking, we would soon reach Hades's Palace, as we had before, but there was nothing that the God of the Dead was going to do for us. He hated us already with a strong passion, and Percy even more than me. So we stayed in our line for hours as we approached the tent and waited to be judged.

Off a ways away from us, I could see the Fields of Punishment, where the poor, damned souls were tortured by the Furies for the rest of time. I shivered as I saw one of them being whipped over and over again, and I could hear the far off screams.

And then, I could see Elysium and the Isles of the Blest, which was the only paradise there. The sandy beaches and huge mansions looked amazing, and I found myself daydreaming about living in one of those homes with Percy.

My heart stopped- again- when we got to the front of the line. I should've been happy that it was over but I only felt dread. Inside the three judges would judge my fate for the rest of eternity.

"You!" barked the security ghoul at the door. I couldn't see within it. He was pointing me and I felt myself shy back a little, scared. "You're up. Get inside!"

I looked at Percy and gripped his hand tighter. That last thing I wanted to do was leave his side. He looked deep into my eyes and he shot a look at the ghoul. But then he pulled me toward him and crushed our bodies together.

As if we were completely alone, he kissed me until I was melting to the ground. He gripped my shoulder like he was never going to let me go again. I gripped his head and kept his lips on mine.

"You'll be fine," he whispered into my ear. "You'll be fine." But he sounded a little unsure of himself, and really worried.

"I don't want to leave you! What if I never see you again?" I cried at him, hating the tears that were suddenly coming out of my eyes. I wrapped my fingers into his robe. What if I never saw him again?

"That's enough!" yelled security, ripping me away from the man that I loved. "Get inside now." He pushed me towards the tent and I fought against him. The man then grabbed me and slapped me hard across the face. It stung and it stopped me for a second, but I continued to fight to get back to my Percy.

"We'll never be apart for long!" Percy yelled, and I think his voice was thick with tears. "I'll always come back to you! I'll see you on the other side!" And I wasn't sure if he said anything else, because then I was inside and all noise was cut off.

A crap load of guards pulled at my arms and pushed me into the center of the giant pavilion. Three people stood on pedestals, gazing down at me. I was folded onto my hands and knees. It felt like someone had torn something out of me.

Someone coughed. I looked up. King Minos glared at me. As did all of them. They all wore brown robes with the hoods pulled up, leaving their faces dark with shadows. The only way I knew it was the King was his eyes, that I could see. I could still remember them from years ago.

"Okay, so this is Annabeth Chase," one of them said. I guessed that he was Thomas Jefferson. He sat in the middle of the three. That would make the other one Shakespeare.

A video started to play on the wall behind them, and I was drawn to it. It went through my entire life. It showed me growing up with my dad, and then him remarrying my stepmom. It showed her mistreating me and then me running away when I was seven.

It showed me traveling with Thalia and Luke, then with Grover. It showed me growing up for a few years at Camp Half-Blood. It showed me admiring Luke who would later backstab us all. It showed me meeting Percy for the first time when we were twelve.

It went through all of our quests. It showed Percy and I having our first kiss. It showed the Titan War and then Percy and I becoming boyfriend and girlfriend. It showed Percy going missing and Jason, Leo, and Piper arriving. It showed the months that I stayed depressed, hoping and wishing that Percy was still alive.

It showed us journeying to the Roman camp, and then going on our quest to stop Gaea from rising. It showed the Roman and Greek war and the end of it. It showed us all happy and alive, together at last.

But then it showed something that I didn't remember at all from when I was alive, and I paid attention to it. It showed Percy and I surrounded by some type of enemy that I couldn't even make out. The rest of our camp was fighting the same thing, and they couldn't stop to see that there were about twelve of them around Percy and I, and we were fighting for our lives.

There wasn't a name for what they were. I'd never seen them before and I couldn't place them. They lunged at us and snapped at our limbs, and we fought hard for a while. Percy tried to use the ocean and some of his powers to help us.

And then, when I had my back turned to help Percy's side, one lunged at my blind spot. It's jaws went right through my back and to my chest, then clamped down on me and shook me until I was on the ground, screaming my head off and fighting to stay alive.

Percy turned around and saw me on the ground, and the look in his eyes made my heart break a thousand times. A horrible sound came out of him as he lunged for the monster that had been eating me, but it jumped up and turned on him. Percy wasn't ready enough.

The monster clamped down on his stomach and tore right through him. He used his sword and his strength to stab it, and the hairy beast fell to the ground and dissolved into ashes. With his remaining strength as he bled out, Percy managed to kill the remaining enemy.

Then he fell to my side, where I was struggling to breathe, and pressed his hands down on my chest. He tried to stop the blood flow, and while he did, the battle was slowly ending. The other campers gathered around us. One of them took Percy away from me to go care for him.

He tried to make it back to my side, but there was no use because I was already dead. The video was over.

I looked at the judges. They had been discussing the entire time. I heard their mumbles and arguments but I couldn't make out any of the words. I was crying a whole new set of tears, and when they cleared their throats again, I stopped.

"Annabeth Chase, the Court of the Dead has come to the conclusion that you died a hero. We deem you worthy to be taken to Elysium for the rest of eternity. Thank you for your services." They said all at the exact same time.

I was going to Elysium. I was actually going. I was going to live a happy existence there and maybe even get reborn. Maybe I would end up in the Isles of the Blest.

But none of that would matter. Not as long as I had Percy.

I was quickly ushered out of the pavilion and into a short line. The people were walking happily to the gates of Elysium, glad that they were okay, even talking to each other a little bit. They all seemed happy.

I turned back to the hall to where Percy was now being judged and hoped that he would be fine. I said a quick prayer to Hades and the judges that we would meet again in Elysium.

Percy, I will be there wating for you, I tried to call out with my mind, as a guard came and pushed me along the path.

And for some reason, I felt this sense of dread, and I wasn't sure why.

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-BBH