This story takes place two years after the Second Titan War, and Percy and Annabeth are 18 and 17, in consecutive order. This is my first fanfiction so, yes, criticize and flame if you want to. If you like this, review!
Disclaimer: PJO rules, but I don't own it! Yeah, it's sad.
Percy POV
My landline rang on the left of my bed, and I slammed my fist down on it, nearly breaking the Motorola. Stupid invulnerability, I thought to myself as I picked up the phone. "Hello, you've reached the residence of Percy Jackson. But who the hell calls at 2:30 in the morning? Oh yeah, and it doesn't help that I only got a half hour of sleep! It's also a schoolday, for the gods' sake!" "P-percy… it's me… monsters… pick me up from 5th and Broadway… please!" A strained Annabeth whispered, and then I heard a scream, and the connection went blank. I pulled on jeans and a T-Shirt, and rushed out of my shabby apartment. I leapt into my 2008 Hyundai, and rushed to 5th and Broadway. I didn't really see anything until I saw Annabeth's silver Porsche. Strewn across the hood was a bloodied teenage girl. Her beautiful features were covered in cuts and bruises, and her clothes were burned and ripped. I rushed over, and saw that it was Annabeth. I took her in my arms, called a tow truck to take her Porsche to my place, and I laid her in the back seat of my sedan. I rushed her back to my apartment, and after I put her safely in my bed and fed her four chunks of ambrosia, I Iris Messaged Apollo, god of medicine. When the image became clear, I saw a huge bedroom, with plasma-screen TVs everywhere. I finally shouted, "Hey! Apollo!" At my word, a dark figure emerged from the bed, and said, "Hey…Percy Jackson, savior of Olympus? It's 2:30 in the morning!" "Annabeth…she was attacked. Come quick." "OK!" Apollo rushed out of his room. I then went back to Annabeth.
Annabeth POV
All I remembered was that when I was driving home from Percy's, a bunch of monsters attacked my car. They had broken the windshield, and bloodied me up. I also remember calling Percy. Then, suddenly, I woke up in Percy's bed. I was no longer wearing my tank-top and skirt, and instead I wore some old sweatpants of mine and my Yankees jersey, both articles of clothing I kept at Percy's, since I nearly lived there. My boyfriend and Apollo himself were sitting by my side. Percy was giving me mouth-to-mouth CPR and Apollo was waving his hand in front of my face, muttering a Greek incantation. Finally, Apollo said, "Percy, I really don't think that's necessary anymore." I wanted to slap Apollo for saying that, but Percy did stop, and Apollo disappeared with a flash of light. I shot up, and Percy said, "Oh, I guess you're awake." Percy pulled away. "I feel so much better!" I exclaimed. "Do you want some breakfast? I have French toast…" "Yeah, sure." He dashed off into his kitchen.
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Twenty minutes later, I was out of bed, and Percy and I were discussing college over coffee. "So… Harvard… I saw your email about that. How'd you get the scholarship?" I asked him. "I won a national science competition, with a little help from someone in this room." "That's what the project was! You should've told me, Seaweed Brain!" He responded, "So… where'd you get accepted?" "Dartmouth, Syracuse, Oxford, NYU, Princeton, MIT… But, today, I got accepted to Harvard!" "Really?" "Why don't we go back to bed?" Percy grumbled. "Oh, sure…" I said. We walked into his bedroom, and after he tossed off his shirt, both of us got into his warm, large bed. I soon fell asleep.
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I woke up, in Percy's arms, to a ringing of the bell, meaning that somebody had pushed our apartment's button from the street below. It was still dark, and according to Percy's cell phone, it was 5:20 AM. I dragged myself out of bed, tossed on my Yankees jersey, and trudged down the steps. Once I got to the street door, I opened it. There, in front of me, was a dark-skinned man in a trench coat, holding a sword. He shoved it towards me, but I dodged it quickly and pulled out my dagger. The man pushed me in the direction of the pool, but I dodged him again and shoved him in the hot tub, soaking him with a loud PLOP! I could hear Percy waking up above and rushing down. In 20 seconds, Percy burst out of the door, carrying Riptide. He thrust it in the man's stomach, turning the strange man to dust, but not before the man knocked Percy face-first into a sharp stucco wall. The force of the wall pushed Percy onto the stairs, and he fell three stories to the underground apartments.