I'm not sure if there's any other fics like this or not, so I don't have any chapters prewritten. I'm hoping that you guys enjoy this, it's just one of those ideas that wouldn't leave me alone. Also, I used to write for Percy Jackson under the pen name AllHailPercyJackson, in case any of you were wondering what happened to me. (You probably weren't.)

I don't own the Percy Jackson Series.

Annabeth:

Greece has always been a dream of mine, but one of those far-off ones that you can never quite grasp. It would sing to me in my sleep, calling me to the land of ancient power and magic. I've wanted to go there ever since I was a little girl- Greek mythology has always fascinated me. And oh, the architecture! It's any architecture major's dream, I'm sure. I dream of going there every time I close my eyes, and now it's finally going to happen.

Nothing could have prepared me for what, or who, I would find there.

…

"When does our flight leave?"

Thalia Grace, my best friend since I was seven and she was eight, looked sleepy-eyed as she gazed across the line to the baggage counter. She wore a white hoodie pulled tightly across her black t-shirt clad shoulders and ripped blue skinny jeans. She nursed a paper cup of coffee in one hand, her fourth since waking up an hour ago, and the handles of her suitcases in the other.

"Yeah. This coffee tastes like shit." Piper Mclean had joined our clan of two at the age of fourteen when she transferred from a school in North Carolina. She had instantly made an impression on us by beating the crap out of a girl named Drew that had had it coming to her for quite some time. She wore black leggings and old red and white checked shirt that belonged to her father, ever comfortable in times of travel.

"Um." I checked my watch. "Three hours."

"So why are we hear so early?" Thalia groaned. She hadn't exactly been a fan of the five o'clock wake up call.

"I agree. We only have to be here, like, one hour in advance. Right?" Piper asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

"I'm sorry! I didn't want to be late!" I apologized, dropping my suitcases to hold my hands up in mock surrender. The two girls tried to glare at me, but just ended up cracking smiles instead. They knew how I excited I was, and that that was a rare thing for me.

"Whatever. There had better be some hot guys there." Thalia grumbled. In response, Piper snorted and I rolled my eyes.

"What?!" She narrowed her eyes at us threateningly. The thing about Thalia was that she didn't exactly let people in, especially guys. That was fair enough, but it meant that if she fell for someone and it didn't work out then she was crushed. Three months ago she had broken up with cheating boyfriend and trashed his car, and Piper and I had been there for her through all of it. Except, now she was at the stage where all she did was complain about what an ass he was.

"Seriously? You're still, like, obsessed with Will Solace." Piper laughed.

"He's a dick." Thalia rolled her eyes. We knew that in the next few weeks she'd drop out of this stage, have to be convinced not to burn his house down, and then be completely chill about it.

"What about you?" I smirked, turning to Piper. "Looking for something? We're there for the whole summer."

"Maybe. It all depends on who I meet." Piper said honestly, and shrugged her shoulders.

"We all know exactly what you're looking for, Annabeth." Thalia grinned as the line finally started to move forward.

"Architecture, architecture, and then more architecture!" Piper finished, high-fiving Thalia.

It was true. I'd been so excited to go, and I had a right to be. Saving had been a bitch- eight months ago I had started waitressing. Then bartending in the evenings, and working at a harden centre on a Saturday, and doing some writing for an online column that paid as if I was sixteen and taking my first job. But we had all agreed that it would be worth it, if only to be able to relax in the sun after our first year of college. Thalia had travelled during her gap year before attending the University of San Francisco with me and Piper, but only through America. This was different, and I was raring to go.

…

If you've never been on a fourteen hour plane ride with Thalia Grace, then you can count yourself as lucky. She'd be restless even without ADHD and a gallon of coffee in her system. She was bouncing up and down in her seat the entire time, and I had a serious conversation with Piper about knocking her unconscious or strapping her to the plane wing.

"How much longer?" Had been her questions of choice. The eighty third time she asked, and yes I counted, I was about to scream when I looked out of the window and down onto Greece. It had been even more beautiful than I had ever imagined. Even from a thousand feet above it, the ocean was a beautiful clear shade of turquoise that created butterflies in my stomach. The buildings far below us looked idyllic, and suddenly all I had wanted to do was be on the ground.

It was nine o'clock in the morning when we finally touched ground. We breezed through security, and only lost Thalia once. We found her shortly afterwards, being yelled at in rapid Greek by a security guard for ridding the baggage carousel. She fired off insults in fluent Greek right back at him, and Piper dragged away before the situation could escalate even further.

Stepping outside was like stepping over a milestone. I had finally done it- I had made it to Greece. After scrounging and saving and learning the language, I was here. For three months.

It was pre-summer in Athens, but the heat still hit you like a tidal wave.

"This is something I could really get used to." Piper inhaled deeply.

"Come on. Let's just get the car and go." Thalia was already jetlagged, by the looks of things.

"Of course. Now you're tired." I sighed, but I couldn't be annoyed at her for more than ten seconds in a place like this.

However, the rental place was where he had our first disagreement.

"I'm not fucking driving that thing." Piper hissed, pointing at our car in anger.

"This is a terrible mix-up." Thalia groaned, rubbing at her eyes.

"It could be worse." I said light-heartedly. Instead of a simple white Honda, we had somehow ended up with a luminous green Vauxhall that looked older than I was.

"I could also be better." Piper snapped.

"Come on, now. You have to drive it. Said you would." I bumped her lightly with my shoulder, and shot me a viscous glare.

"I hate you."

…

It took a while to convince her, but eventually Piper drove us the half hour to small town we were staying in. It was the typical hilly Greek town filled with cobblestone roads and whitewashed buildings on top of one another. From the house we would be staying in I could see the ocean and a beautiful long pier, which made me giddy with excitement.

"We're only a short drive away from the Parthenon." I was buzzing, on top of the world.

"Shut up!" Thalia and Piper snapped simultaneously.

Maybe I had been talking too much.

The family we were to stay with were lovely. They spoke good English, even when we tried to speak to them in Greek. They wanted to know that we were well fed, and then sent us up to our rooms to sleep off the jetlag.

"This is amazing." Piper gasped when we walked into the room we would be sharing. The house was small, but it was charming. We were already in love with it.

"Right?" Thalia grinned, and claimed the bed nearest the wall. Piper claimed the twin bed opposite, leaving me to the large wooden window seat covered in a futon. When I laid down, it was surprisingly comfortable and the duvet was feather light and comforting. The walls of our room were white, and a painting of a quaint chapel hung from the wall above Thalia and Piper's beds. We were on top of the biggest hill in the town, so I could easily see the pier from the window. A boy stood hauling nets, and a small fishing boat was just heading out.

There was a dark wooden wardrobe opposite the other girl's beds, next to a vanity mirror that had clearly been set up especially for us.

"This place is beautiful." Piper murmured as she burrowed into the covers of her bed, fully clothed. "Let's never leave."

"Mm…" I mumbled, already falling asleep. "I won't mind…spending…three months…"

I never even finished my sentence.