This was written a while back, and dedicated to a friend of mine after we had a rather idiotic fight. It was originally posted to tumblr, but I've decided to post it here, because why not.

I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, nor any of the characters. All rights belong to Rick Riordan.

All right…. so maybe what I'd done had been stupid, but it had been for the right reason. At least, that's what I'd thought.

I was at the camp now, and it had been a couple days since we'd returned from saving Artemis. Sure, the goddess had been who we'd meant to rescue on the quest, but I'd wanted Annabeth back more than her. And Annabeth was still angry for what I'd done.

I let out a sigh, looking up at the sky, the beautiful star filled sky, and prayed to the gods that Annabeth would forgive me. As reluctant as I was to admit it, I couldn't imagine my life without the daughter of Athena anymore. She was my best friend, it was only natural of course.

I was so stuck within the rambling of my thoughts, I didn't hear the light footsteps behind me. At least, not until whoever it was layed down beside me.

"Seaweed head, you're going to catch a cold if you stay out here too long."

My eyes snapped open(since when had they been shut?) at the sound of Annabeth's voice. I cracked a grin at her, "Worried 'bout me wise girl?"

She didn't look at me even when she'd spoken. In fact, she was silent now. Apparently it was up to me to crack the now awkward silence.

"Annabeth, I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to kill myself by taking the world from the Artemis. I just wanted you safe." I said, knowing what this was all about. Annabeth had lost Thalia in the past (at least, before she'd come back), and then Luke. She couldn't handle losing somebody else.

I continued looking up at that constellation in the sky, the one of Zoe. The Huntress. A pang of sadness flew through me at the sight of it. I'd been there at her death, and seen her turn into starlight. It could have been Annabeth, had she agreed to join the Hunters of Artemis.

Apparently Annabeth knew what I was thinking when she finally looked me, as she reached out to grab my hand and entangle it with hers.

"Stupid seaweed brain."