Hello everyone. I couldn't think of any other one-shots for my other story so I thought I'd write this instead. It starts off slow but the next chapter will get interesting.
Disclaimer: The event is this story are entirely my own the characters however obviously belong to Rick Riordan.
Warning: Character death...sort of...well read and find out! Anyway, here we go!

Percy POV

I could tell we were losing. Honestly, you'd think after we'd won the war we'd get a break for five minutes, but no. I was still constantly attacked by monsters, but hey, when you're a demi-god, you get used to it. Not sure that's a good thing though...

Anyway, me and Annabeth (yes my gorgeous girlfriend) were currently walking round Foley Square as Annabeth liked the architecture in the city and we were currently looking at the Courthouse and I almost thought we could have a date that wouldn't result in a near death experience.

But no.

As always, the fates outdid themselves finding a monster to send us. Heaven forbid we ever have a quiet moment alone.

I mean honestly, we couldn't stay at camp because we would never get any privacy and Chiron had banned Annabeth from being in my cabin for more than 5 minutes after he walked in at an awkward moment (I still argue that since we're dating, making out is acceptable...Chiron didn't agree) and as a result we have to leave camp half blood to get away from all the prying eyes. This means, instead of campers we deal with monsters.

Anyway. There were a couple of hellhounds after us but Annabeth didn't have her armour on otherwise they wouldn't have had much of a problem. They had retreated into an alley to get them away from mortals but they had restricted their mobility. Things were starting to seem considerably worse.

Third person

Annabeth realised they had to get out of there. She took a calculated risk and threw he dagger at one of the approaching hellhounds. It dissolved on impact and startled the others giving Annabeth the time to grab Percy's hand and run. The hellhounds had the advantage as they were able to shadow travel and chase them faster.

Every time they stopped for a breather thinking they'd lost them, they would appear from the shadows again and the running would commence. Percy couldn't believe it when it they reached the river and he saw the sun setting. They'd run so far. They were quite close to the Brooklyn Bridge.

"Crap" he heard Annabeth murmur.

"What?" He asked, looking around for monsters.

"No. We have to get back to camp for tomorrow. Remember? Our parents are coming for the monthly Parents day." Percy had completely forgotten.

After he made his wish after the war, the Olympians and other gods would come and spend one day a month with their kids. The half-bloods loved it and even the gods were grateful, if not reluctantly, that Percy had given them this opportunity. Percy couldn't miss this. He'd be gutted if he missed seeing his dad and Annabeth was desperate to talk to her mum about some of the designs for Olympus.

"No, I can't miss my dad, and besides Hermes owes m money from the last parent's day." Chiron had beaten Hermes at Pinochle and now owed the old centaur 15 drachmas. He'd promised to give Percy the money he borrowed back...three weeks ago.

Annabeth rolled her eyes at Percy's antics before turning her mind to the task at hand. She found herself stumped and couldn't think of a way to get home before tomorrow in the dark. She didn't want to get on a bus and risk more lives of mortals if the hellhounds decided to make another appearance. She also didn't fancy risking sitting next to some drunk- sometimes humans could be the worst monsters.

Of course Percy would never let anything happen to her but celestial bronze would do nothing to mortals. Still... she figured she could still intimidate someone with her knife.

She gasped. She'd left her knife in the alley. One: she was now defenceless and would have to rely on Percy for protection. This would be tricky against multiple attackers and although she knew his capabilities better than anyone else, she also knew his limits, and even he would struggle in that situation. Two: That was the last thing she had of Luke's...how could she threw it away.

She forced herself to think positively. They would retrieve it later. No one would find it in that alley.

Percy surprised her with coming up with a solution. "How's about I give Blackjack a call. I can get a good echo from here."

"He'd be able to hear you from cam half blood?" She asked, impressed despite herself.

"Yeah, I can't describe it. It like I have an empathy link with a horse or Pegasus, providing I contact them a lot." Percy frowned. "I'm not sure how it works. He can tell if I need him or not. I call another but I'm just not as close to the others as I am with him. Yeah I'm friends with Porkpie and Guido, but Blackjack is like one of my best friends now." Annabeth smiled at his words. She knew they were close. It annoyed her when they just stood and stared at each other, obviously having a conversation. She hated not knowing.

Sometimes, Percy wouldn't even realise they were talking in his head and would look at her confused when she asked to be included, not realising she wouldn't have heard any of it. "Alright then," she said, thinking she couldn't come up with a better idea, "call him."

Percy smiled before concentrating hard. He gave a loud high pitched taxi whistle. He tried to concentrate on letting the Pegasus hear how much he needed him through his thoughts, just like he did with Grover through the empathy link. He couldn't have explained it, but he knew somewhere Blackjack had just taken off and was coming for them.

"Umm, Percy," Annabeth asked timidly. "How long will Blackjack be?"

"Knowing him? About 20 minutes. He can never do anything fast enough for me." He replied.

"Okay. That's a problem." Annabeth calmly stated.

"Why?"

"Because we don't have that long." Percy turned to follow her gaze.

He recognised the accent before the owner of it.

"Hello Perseus Jackson." French.

Crap.

Manticore.

So did you like it? Sorry if it's a bit boring at the moment but it will get better. Will Blackjack get there in time? Will Annabeth once again be taken hostage by Dr Thorn? And what will the price of loyalty be? Tragedy will ensue... or will there be a happy ever after? Will Hermes EVER repay Percy? And where does Blackjack come into this story?

Review and find out! This voices in my head want reviews. If they don't get any, they'll stop talking to me. And we'll never know the answer to any of these questions!