Hey, guys. I decided to put this story that was in my head for a few weeks. It would not stop bothering me, so I decided to put it down.

Synopsis: Percy Jackson, a young, handsome, famous movie star. He has everything he could ever wanted, except real friends. One day, he was caught in a sticky situation, where could he go for help? Annabeth Chase, a young, smart, beautiful girl. A spy who is assigned to protect Percy Jackson. Issue is, she hates him! Will she begin to like him or continue hating him?

Percy's Pov

"CUT!" The director yelled loudly, slashing his two fingers down as a signal. Everyone started filling out and I did as well, but I was stopped by Chris, who placed a hand onto my shoulder. Chris is my director for my new film, 'Gone'. He had dark brown hair with a beard and a friendly smile that was wretched upon his face. Taking his cap off and tucking his cap under his arm, he praised. "Great, job, Percy!"

I grinned in response and shook my head, modestly saying, "Nah, it was the crew who did the great job!"

He smiled and nodded his head happily in agreement. "Yeah, they did a great job with the explosion scene, and so did you, Kiddo. Take a ten minute break then meet back here again."

Smiling again, I nodded and gave him quick thanks. Walking back to my dressing room, I was interrupted again by my co-star. Her red frizzy hair was still in a mess, due to the scene we were filming. She smiled and licked her lips quickly. "Nice job, Perce."

Trying not to be impolite and too blunt, I smiled back. "Thanks, you did great too!" She grinned, nodding her head, her hair falling in front of her face. She brushed it aside quickly, trying to tame it.

"You might want to go back to the hairstylist to fix that." I suggested jokingly.

She grinned and nodded in agreement, starting to make her way to the on-set hair and make-up room.

"By the way, Rach. You might want to change those pants." I smiled teasingly, earning a playful glare from her. Then, she stared down at her pants and realized that I was right. She was wearing pants that had holes in it. Blushing slightly, she quickly walked to the hair and make-up trailer.

Laughing quietly to myself, I walked back to my dressing room. Unlocking it, a note dropped out. I picked it up in pure curiosity and read the note aloud. 'If you don't want to end up like her, you'll quit acting, right now. ' Rolling my eyes, I stuffed it into the trash. Another hate mail? Geez, get a life people, I thought wearily.

Sitting down and letting out a breath, someone burst in with an excited expression on her face. "Percy! You're on the cover of People magazine!" She cried excitedly.

Laughing faintly at her enthusiasm, I smiled as she handed me the magazine. The cover read, 'Exclusive interview with Hollywood's heartthrob, Percy Jackson!' Hiding the smile that was forming on my face, I flipped the page to my interview.

One of the questions that was asked when I was interviewed was 'Who is your dream girl?' Trying to hide the blush that was creeping on my face, I read it aloud. "Well, I want a girl that's funny, confident, kind and just fun to hang out with. I don't want a girl that is too tense in life and doesn't know how to have fun. *Laughs* you could say that's pretty choosy."

Forgetting that Charlotte was here, I jumped slightly in surprise as she nudged my shoulder teasingly. Hiding her laughter, a giggle escaped. Raising an eyebrow teasingly, I turned my head back to the magazine that was in front of me.

Another question that was asked was 'There is a rumor that you were dating your cast mate and Hollywood's sweetheart, Rachel Elizabeth Dare. Is this true?' Deciding to read out what I had said at the interview last Thursday, I answered with '*laughs faintly* Actually, we're just close friends. Rachel's cool and all, but she's just a friend. That's all.'

"Percy, I need you to sit up straight. I need to fix your hair and make- up." Charlotte spoke up, coming up from behind me with a comb and some blush and other stuff. Sitting up reluctantly, I nodded my head.

She quickly fixed my hair and redid my make-up. After she was done, she pushed me out, flicking her hand dramatically, saying "Go now, it's been ten minutes!" So, I did as she said and walked back on set, seeing that everyone had just arrived.

I heard Chris shout out as mumbling and mutterings grew louder. He shouted again for everyone to be quiet, but it was too loud. Finally, being fed up, he grabbed a microphone off the side and turned it on. The screech from the microphones was so loud, everyone stopped what they were doing and covered their ears, quieting down at last. Chris smiled in satisfaction and sat down on his seat, declaring "Alright, let's run by scene 12 again!"

I groaned inwardly, walking towards Rachel and my other co-stars. This is going to be a long, long, long day.

Finally! Home sweet home! I praised inwardly. I briskly got out of my limo and smiled towards my driver, James and gave him ten bucks as I gave him quick thanks. He nodded as slipped the ten into his front pocket and asked in a monotone. "Sir, what time do you need me to be here?"

"About 7, Chris wants me there by eight. Thanks." Giving him one last wave, I unlocked my door and dumped my Nike backpack near the side. Throwing my keys into the bowl, I jumped onto my leather couch and flicked on my plasma TV.

Hearing some banging back in the kitchen, I got up, with my eyebrows raised in curiosity. Carefully making my way to the kitchen, I felt like doing a tuck and roll like a ninja. So I did, rolling to the side, I peeped in, seeing a dark figure slither by. Unsure, if I had sight problems, I rubbed my eyes again, checking if there was anything. Turns out, nothing.

Thinking that everything was fine and my eyes were just playing tricks on me, I was stopped by a knife near my face. Holding my hands up in defense, I stared at the person holding it. I couldn't see his or her face clearly, since the person was wearing a mask.

"What do you want?" I asked slowly, careful not to provoke him in anyway. I mean, he or she has a knife pointed at my face! A bead of sweat fell off my face, but it was unnoticeable.

"So, I assume that you threw my note away?" The person answered, the voice was husky and deep, so it was a man.

I nodded my head, remembering the note I got this morning. Probably wasn't a good idea to ignore it, but I had guessed it was the normal hate mail stuff. Boy was I really wrong.

"You must be thinking 'I should not have taken it so lightly'." He laughed, stepping behind me to push me forward. Not wanting to be stabbed in the back multiple times, I obeyed and let him forcibly push me onto my couch.

"Now, I'll give you a choice, quit the business and disappear. Then everything will be fine." He mumbled the last part, lowering his knife slightly. Taking this the perfect opportunity to take action, I stood up slowly, but it was not noticeable.

Seeing that he was still hazed slightly, I stood up a little more, balancing my weight on my fingertips. It's a good thing being an actor required a lot of working out and exercise.

Seeing that I had moved slightly, he moved his knife higher and pointed it straight at me. Now a normal instinct was to step back and sit down, but I didn't, although I stepped back a small step. Still not satisfied that I wasn't afraid, he moved closer, the knife still held up high.

"Stay back! I don't want to hurt you, there's too much blood to clean up. If you leave, change your name and never come back to LA, you're free to go."

Turning my head to the side, I saw my baseball bat behind the sofa. I had to get that bat, so I just acted like I was agreeing to that. Another great perk of being an actor.

"Ok, I'll go, but I need to get my stuff." I explained, pointed towards the staircase. He seemed to ponder about this before nodding his head. "Alright, get ready. Be quick and I'll be watching." He added briskly, tilting his head to the stairs.

Getting up and running up the stairs, I stuffed all my essentials in my duffel bag. I grabbed my toothbrush, hairbrush, gel, wallet, t-shirts, jeans, boxers, my other phone and some other stuff.

The reason I needed to pack my stuff was because I needed to escape as well. He clearly didn't seem to be doing this alone. And the fact was assured because I saw a piece of wire coming up from his shirt and coiling over his earlobe.

Running down the stairs softly with my duffel bag strapped to my side, I briefly grabbed my baseball bat and came up slowly behind him. He was using a phone and he looked like he was troubled by something. Not caring what it was, I smacked him in the head. He lay on the floor, unconscious.

I bent down and picked up the phone, seeing that he was scanning through some messages, some read, 'You moron! You better get him to leave… or else!' Wow, talk about brutal and I thought my manager was brutal.

Scanning another part of it, I noticed that he had my Imbd profile on his memory card with my messages and emails! Seriously? Is there no privacy? But I better take it with me, might need it.

Tossing my baseball bat aside, I grabbed my Iphone off the couch and pulled the sim card out, breaking it in half. Then I grabbed my Iphone and placed a new sim card in. Grabbing my car keys off the side, I looked back to see if he was awake yet. He wasn't which was good.

I tried to slip out as quiet as possible and saw there was a van parked near my house. Thinking it was his 'back-up' I ducked down and commando crawled to my car. As I reached my sports car, two men dressed in black exited the van.

Silently, I jumped into my car and revved up the engine, quickly backing out of the driveway. Their heads turned and they charged forward, trying to get in my car. I drifted the car, making them back up by a few inches. Turning the car around, I stepped onto the accelerator hard.

The sound of screeching tires momentarily stunned the attackers, making them cover their ears. In quick reaction, I drove off quickly, leaving them behind in dust.

Not sure if they were actually gone, I turned my head and tried to get a glance. Sure enough, I was right; they were following me with their black van.

Turning over to the next intersection, I swerved to the left, entering a narrow alley. They tried to chase me, unfortunately for them, their van got stuck. Grinning in victory, I sped off at top speed.

As I quickly turned left then right, then left again, I decided where I wanted to go for help.

Annabeth's Pov

"Annabeth!" Luke called out, running up to me as he was clicking on something on his Iphone. Turning my head back and sipping my skinny latte, I gave him a nod of acknowledgement.

"What is it?" I asked professionally. He took a big bite from his donut and handed me his phone. Raising my eyebrow as I took it, I slid my finger on the screen and stared at the picture that was in front of me. Trying not to glare at the picture, I looked at Luke and tossed the phone to him.

His eyes widened in surprise as he caught his phone. "Whoa, brutal much?" He asked in amusement. I rolled eyes as I continued walking with him beside me.

"I'm not being brutal, Luke. I just don't like the movies that he acts in." I answered.

"I'm guessing you don't like this guy." He smirked.

"It's not that I don't like him."I replied, typing in the password for the home base. It beeped twice before the door slid open. "It's just I don't like his character." I added, nodding in agreement.

"So, you don't like him." He smiled knowingly. I rolled my eyes in annoyance and scoffed. "No, I just-" The sound of swishing cut me off. I turned around, seeing that Thalia had just walked in with some sandwiches from Subway and some bottles of coke.

"Hey, guys. Am I late?" She asked, walking down the stairs as she checked her watch. Well, tried to check her watch, without making the cokes and sandwiches fall. Luke walked up to her to help, taking the cokes from her. She smiled gratefully as she sat down on the seat next to me.

Grabbing the coke from Luke and mumbling thanks, I clicked on the remote that was next to me, switching on the monitors that were in front of us. As I waited for the general's call, I sorted through our old files, sliding my fingers from left to right on the table. Hearing the sounds of shuffling feet, I looked up and saw Nico walking in with some semi- automatics.

I heard him mumble hey to Thalia and Luke, but I was sure it was more to Thalia. Turning back and looking at the screen again, the monitor beeped, indicating that the general was calling. Pressing on the button in front of me, the face of our commanding officer popped out.

"General Livingston." We greeted simultaneously. General Livingston has dirty blonde hair that was cropped , green eyes that were always stern but soft and a smile that was friendly or a glare that could scare the toughest fugitives.

He smiled slightly, tilting his head. "Agents, I called to congratulate all of you on your last mission. And to assign a new mission to one of our agents."

A murmur floated through the air before the General spoke up again. "Ah hem. Now that I have your full attention, I have an assignment that would sure peak up your interests."

I eyed the screen as the picture came up, I wanted to glare at the photo really badly, but I tried not to. "This is Percy Jackson, actor and Hollywood's heartthrob. He's in danger and he needs some protection. What he saw wasn't good. And he has evidence that we could find the assassin that works for the Sorens drug cartel."

Everyone nodded in understanding, seeing that photo minimize to the bottom left. "And I'm assigning him to…"

Please do not be me. Please do not be me. I chanted, as I secretly crossed my fingers behind my back. "Agent Chase."

My eyes widened as I whispered a what. "Sir, there must be someone else. Maybe Luke or Thalia!"

"Agent! No one is better than you. You are my most brightest, youngest and most talented agent here. Besides the rest. Remember, you're in the most elite spy team there is."

Taking a deep breath and exhaling out deeply, I nodded my head and pinched the bridge of my nose. "Alright, sir. Where do I pick him up?"

"Mcdonalds, 58 escate road." He informed sternly. I nodded my head and the call ended. All eyes were on me as I grabbed my sandwich and started opening it. "What?" I asked bluntly, sinking my teeth in my turkey & ham.

"Nothing. It's just that. I thought you hated that guy." Luke spoke up in concern.

"Yeah, I do. But it's my job, so I have to." I replied in a mutter. I stood up and wiped my hands with my napkin as I grabbed my jacket, putting it on. Grabbing the set of keys on the table, I tucked it into my back pocket before typing in the pass code. The door closed shut and I made my way to my car.

Alright, let me know what you think! Oh, Prosperity of Life Epilogue is coming in a few days, since I have to fly back.

Until the next chapter,

CaseyMarieCarter