Here it is! What you guys have all been waiting for! I tried my very best to keep this interesting and somewhat realistic. Obviously I have to stretch the truth slightly for it to all work so bear with me. Some of you guys asked if I got the inspiration from Lost... The answer is no. I actually haven't seen that show but I've heard plenty about it. Oh well... I actually got this idea from a writing prompt back in my sophomore year. I was looking through my old notebooks and came across the original. That, of course, sucked so I scrapped it but took the general concept of being stuck on an island and here we are! Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy!

Before I forget, for those of you who asked, you can watch Chuck online on Netflix. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Percy Jackson and the Olympians... Obviously since I am in no way, shape, or form Rick Riordan.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! The cacophonous sound of the alarms jarred Annabeth from the nap she was taking in the leather seats of the first class cabin. She shot up and took note of all the panicking businessmen around her. She searched around her for the only thing that ever mattered to her: her purse. Locating the soft leather material, she gripped it tight, holding it close to her chest as the plane literally fell from the sky. She peeked out the window and saw that the engine on the wing was emitting a sick, black smoke and, below them, the ocean was racing by and growling larger as they rapidly lost altitude. This wasn't supposed to happen to planes. Well, at least, not the planes that she rode on. All of the people around her were running around the cabin, trying to gather all of their belongings and heading off toward the exit at the front of the plane. Annabeth knew better than that. judging by the slant of the floor, Annabeth figured that they were plummeting to the earth nose first and the best place to be is the farthest from the area of impact so she got up from her seat and fought the crowd going in the opposite direction toward the back of the plane. A place she'd never been before. At least, not on a commercial flight.

Annabeth was born to Frederick and Athena Chase. Frederick a wealthy businessman who owned a plane company that restores old vintage planes for museums and plane shows. Athena was an architect that rapidly made her way up the corporate food chain and was currently the owner of the largest and most well known architecture firm: Olive Branch Architects. Annabeth had grown up her entire life not having to worry about whether or not she would be financially set in life and she welcomed that with open arms. She knew she would inherit the her mother's company while her two twin brothers would get their father's so she had been studying at Columbia University as a double major in business and architecture. She had just graduated and was treating herself to a vacation in Greece. Athens, to be more precise. Of course she would be heading down to Mykonos for some sun after a little trip around one of the most architecturally beautiful cities in the world.

The grey eyed blonde wasn't exactly like all of her other heiress friends. They were all bimbos who only cared about the fame and the fortune that came with having rich, entrepreneurial parents. The only way they knew how to run a business was straight into the ground. Annabeth, on the other hand, was smart. She knew how to work a crowd, twist situations in her favor, and now, run a healthy business in a market that she was practically an expert of. That, however, didn't mean she loved to go on shopping sprees with her friends and taking spontaneous vacations to foreign and tropical islands. Money was never an issue, so why make it one?

Normally, Annabeth would've taken her family's private jet for her flight to Greece but, unfortunately, her mother was using it for a business trip in Australia so she was stuck in first class. One of the worst mistakes of her life. She should have just waited a little while longer for her mom to return so that she could use the plane, but the prospect of getting to Greece as soon as possible was too good to let go. Now, she was wishing that she waited.

When she reached the back of the coach cabin, she saw another person with her. He looked to be about her age, had jet black hair, and a terrified look in his sea green eyes. He was clutching a blue Jansport backpack to his chest, very similar to the way she was clutching her purse. Annabeth searched her surroundings and found one of the chairs that flight attendants use to sit in and strapped herself in. The man must have realized what she was doing because he scrambled into the closest seat and strapped himself in as well. Just as he clicked his seat belt in, Annabeth lurched forward as the front of the plane connected with the Atlantic Ocean. The impact must've been too much, because Annabeth heard the violent rip of metal and kept on spinning, every once in a while slamming back into the wall behind her. She imagined that the tail end of the plane was skipping across the water like a stone on a lake. The feeling didn't last long though because the strength of the occasional impacts increased and Annabeth figured they'd hit land. The plane bounced once more, causing Annabeth to hit her head hard on the wall behind her. The last thing she registered was the rumble of the tail end as it slid against the ground before blacking out.

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Percy never like planes. His grandparents died in a plane crash and since then, his mom never flew so neither did he. Why he was on one now, he wasn't entirely sure. Percy grew up in an apartment on the upper east side of Manhattan with his mom and step-dad, whom he dubbed "Smelly Gabe." The guy really stunk. So, when his mom finally divorced the guy's sorry butt and met Paul Blofis when he started high school, Percy jumped for joy. Since Paul was his English teacher, Percy really learned how to battle his dyslexia and eventually earned a spot in NYU where he got a degree in biology with a special focus on marine life. He had just graduated and wanted to do something exciting with his life. Earning a fast job at the Aquarium and a hefty signing bonus, Percy decided that a trip to Greece would be a suitable gift. Percy never was one to spend a lot of money or overindulge in luxury, and thought that anyone who took their wealth for granted was pretentious, selfish, and spoiled. But, his mom had convinced him that taking a trip and going on an adventure would be good for him. And, since he was half Greek and the Aegean Sea held a lot of idiosyncratic sea life, he decided that going to visit would be fun.

Now, he was sorely regretting his decision when he felt the plane drop a couple hundred feet before it righted itself. He looked out the window to look down at the Atlantic in hopes that it would calm his nerves but all he saw was black smoke. Following the smoke with his eyes, he saw that it was coming from the engine. His eyes widened in panic as the pilot came on over the speaker system, telling them to fasten their seat belts and to remain calm, despite the cacophonous, blaring alarms that rang incessantly. The passengers were confused and as soon as they saw what was happening, they did the complete opposite of what the pilot told them to do: they began to panic. The cabin tipped forward as the plane literally began falling out of the sky and the overhead compartments were opened as passengers tried to gather their belongings and head toward the emergency exit at the front and middle of the plane. Percy remained in his seat. Something fell onto the aisle in front of him and Percy realized that it was his backpack. Not wanting his belongings to get trampled, he reached over the other two seats and picked it up, clutching it to his chest. As the cabin's passengers rushed forward a woman with long blonde hair rushed passed them in the opposite direction. Percy wondered what she was up to and decided to follow her. When they finally reached the back, she turned and finally noticed him. Unfazed, however, she examined her surroundings and strapped herself to the flight attendant's seat. Percy figured that he should follow her lead and strapped himself into the seat closest to him. As soon as he locked the last buckle, the plane lurched forward, indicating that the 747 finally connected with the ocean.

They must have been going too fast because Percy barely heard the sound of metal ripping and he went spinning as though he were in a human gyroscope. He did his best to keep himself from hitting his head as the back end of the plane apparently skipped over the ocean. The only thing that he focused on was not losing his bag. When they finally seemed to have landed on something hard, the impact was too great and Percy's head flew back, hitting the wall behind him with a loud thump. The plane rumbled as it slid and Percy was quickly losing consciousness, finally slipping when they came to a stop.

Like I said... I had to stretch the truth just slightly but I hope you guys like the concept for this next story...

For those of you that will ask, I think this story might go one for about twenty chapters... Who knows... It might go on for slightly longer.

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Also... I've never been stuck on an island before so if you could give me some suggestions or scenarios, that'd be great!

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