The butterfly affect

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Summery- Annabeth, Jason, piper, and Leo were caught in a bad storm on the way to New Rome, and crash landed. With the Argo II destroyed, they head back to the NYC, only to find things a little different... Okay VERY different. They walk into a completely alternate universe. How will they get back?

IMPORTANT!:characters are going to be a little OC because of the whole AU thing. Takes place between SON and MOA. Annabeth and Percy are still sort of dating. Mostly from Annabeth's POV. Any q's ask when reviewing.

Annabeth POV

The creaking sounds of the bronze ship rocking woke me up from my nightmare filled dream. For the past month I had been having dreams filled with clues from the Mark of Athena. I had tunnels, ghosts, and many, many spiders. Each one is more terrifying than the last. The silver coin seems to way down my pocket even more.

The ship listed sideways pulling me out of my thoughts. Getting up, I quickly pulled on some shoes and sprinted to the engine room where I knew Leo would be.

Leo was a son of Hephaestus and the Argo II's designer. He always seemed to have more of a Hermes kid kind of personality, but don't get me wrong, put a piece of scrap metal in his hands, a screw, a tooth pick, and a paper clip and he'll be making mini helicopters six ways to Sunday. He and Jason were best friends, and he gets along with Piper, even though he annoys her to hades. I've always got the impression that I scare him, but I can't really blame him. These past couple months I can even admit that I am acting a little emotional.

The engine room is basically a bunch of nobs, levers, dials, and buttons attached to a huge mechanism that Leo calls a motor. The space is filled with metal and steam, emanating a soft hum. But right now sounds like someone is throwing bags of cats against the walls.

I find Leo hunched over a key board of buttons, his hands covered in grease and his eyebrows pulled together in confusion. The ship squeaks again and lurches forward.

"Leo, what the hell is going on! Is the Argo malfunctioning?" I yell over the noise. He seems to just now notice me and shrugs as if saying 'How am I supposed to know, it's not my fault!'

He then points up with a soot covered finger, gesturing to go to the upper deck. I looked over the engine room to see if there was something I could do to help. But that can be pretty hard when you don't even understand how the ship turns, let alone fix it.

I climb up the stairs to the top deck, there I can see a real problem. Storm spirits swam the Argo like flys to melting ice cream. They hover over us, waiting for an opening then swoop down at lightening speed (pun not intended). Looking ahead I can see Jason and Piper.

They look like they are fighting for their lives. Piper is yelling over the wind, telling them to back off. She swings her dagger at a spirit that came behind her and slapped her on the butt, it disappeared in a mist as she swung her arm, looking outraged. I don't think Jason saw, but he was busy too. He was throwing waves after waves of wind at the storm spirits that came close to the ship. He looked exhausted and scratched up. Both were bleeding in some places, nothing to serious.

I ran to them helping as best as I could, but it was know use. There were hundreds of then and three of us. They could have over run the ship easily, but for some reason stayed back. They were toying with us! Like they were told not to damage the ship.

The deck suddenly listed starboard, and we all went with it. The clouds around us seemed to get even darker. Thunder boomed, like distant laughter.

"Where the hell is Leo!" Jason tried to ask me over the wind. I told him that he was in the engine room.

"I have faith in Leo, but it looks like we are going down. Look!"

I stared over the railing and sure enough, the Argo was heading toward the ground. The thick dark clouds were breaking so you could see the earth below. Wait, earth...

"Jason, Piper, she sent them! She didn't want us to reach the Romans! We have to get there, to stop her plans."

Jason tilted his head to the side in confusion. "Who are you...oh." I swear, this guy can be as slow as Seaweed brain sometimes.

The ship shuddered again, and now we where nose diving to the small town beneath us. Uh-oh, I thought, this is not good. Where the hell is Leo with those engine repairs!

Leo, as if hearing my threatening thoughts, came running back up the stairs, looking helpless. He was saying something, but I could not hear it over the wind. My feet were now off the ground and I was hold on to the railing so I wouldn't fly off. From his grim look, I guessed the engine failed, we failed. We are falling to our deaths.

I see Jason trying to concentrate, the Argo staggered for a moment... Then we fell faster than before. He opened his eyes, a look of pure terror in his blue irises. He now realizes that we are going to crash, we are going to lose the ship, and that we will most likely die.

At that time I pray to every god, goddess, spirit, or force of nature to save us, help us. Even Hera, it's her fault we are in this mess after all.

We're now below the clouds, heading towards the homes of the innocent mortals.

I saw my life flash before my eyes. The warm brown eyes of my dad, showing me how to build a World War One aircraft. The night I ran away when I was seven. The fist time I met Thalia and Luke.

I feel one single tear slip across my cheek. Planes now could fly far above us.

I see visions of the night Thalia turned into a tree. I see my claiming when I was nine. My mother, Athena, giving me the invisible Yankees hat that now no longer worked because of the curse. I see my self trying to use the knife Luke had given me when we met. I see a boy pasted out on the porch, dragging an unconscious Grover.

Jason and Piper are clinging together, holding onto each other as we fall. Leo grabbing onto the Festus head for dear life, eyes closed. I close my eyes to, not wanting to see what will become of us next.

Flashes from my first quest, meeting Percy, the love ride, going to Los Angelos. I see the betrayal of Luke, and the poisoned Percy. Now I'm a year older, saving Percy's ass again, I smile at the memories, especially the one where we win the race and I kiss his cheek. His whole face becomes a very cute cherry blossom pink. I remember when I was taken and having to hold up the sky. I see Percy holding up the sky so we could win the battle, that selfless idiot. I see him fighting in the battle of the labyrinth. I remember that look in his eyes when he showed me his Achilles heel. I remember the death filled battles of the war, and the relief that it was over. I see Luke dying, and me telling him that he will always be my older brother.

Then I remember Percy kissing me. That incredible feeling I get that spreads all the way down to my toes. His intoxicating smell wafting off of him. Feeling his warm body on my side. The amazing sensation I get when he looks at me. The beautiful underwater kiss we had the day the war ended. Him calling me Wise Girl one more time.

With those things in mind, we slammed into the earth, going to oblivion.