This is actually my first fanfic. I'm sorry if you think it's not that good but I really wanted to give back to the fandoms for all of the fanfics I've read. And I really want to show support to my favorite couple. This might seem like an ordinary Percabeth fic, but I'm planning on a twist and a change of summary. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own the series. The very great Rick Riordan does. Oh, he's a genius.

By the way, this is between The Battle Of The Labyrinth and The Last Olympian and in Annabeth's point of view. It might change, if I continue. But I imagined the story from a girl's point of view. And I think we should show her emotions. It's always Percy's hormones in action you could read about, it's way too unfair. And I honestly thought it was kinda OC before, so I changed it a little and added a few more things to it. So if you've read the original first chapter, please tell me if you think that the previous one is better than this, and less OC. Next chapter should be coming up. Sorry. I'm terrible at setting up deadlines.


Why was he always acting like such a wimp? Like it's my fault Luke turned to Kronos, like it's my fault I actually cared about my friend and wanted to help. Unlike him. Can't he understand Luke was my friend? Just like he is—no—was to me. He's got that mortal now. He doesn't need me. He doesn't care about me anymore. And I've got no one else.

Luke was just like the older brother, the family I've yearned for in years living with my stepmother. He took care of me, defended me when I was seven and ran away from home. He protected me from all those monsters that found us and I've been with him through so much. I knew him, like he was part of me. And I know that somewhere deep inside him, there's still his good side, masked by the scheming revenge Kronos instilled in him. And I believe that he can surface through all that anger and pain and realize that what he did was wrong and that his father acted upon his responsibilities and cared and loved him and his mom.

But for the four years I've been with Percy, I've never felt so—I don't even know the right word—important? No, needed. Whenever, I'm with Percy, he makes me feel like everything I say matters. Like I am so crucial in the completion of the quest and everything he does. He cares about me. He'll do anything to save me, and he did, even though it might have him expelled from camp.

Children of Athena and Poseidon never—should never—get along well. I mean, take it from our parents, they never actually agreed on anything. So when I first met Percy, I knew I was going to hate him. Well, partly because I love my mother and support her beliefs against Poseidon, but because I thought he was just as stupid as a lamb. Which, for a daughter of Athena like me, isn't that much of a likable trait on a guy, or any person, for that matter. But then I got to know him. I know that it's bad for a daughter of Athena to fall in love with a son of Poseidon, but let's just say I kinda broke that rule and became the rebellious teen for once.

Who wouldn't fall in love with guy? He was so selfless and sweet and kind and caring and charming. Oh, those seagreen eyes! His always unruly jetblack hair, the smell of the ocean emanating from his body and his sweet smile manages to make him so handsome even though he never tries to or minds his looks. Though sometimes he might be a jerk or an ignorant piece of kelp, he's kinda smart in his own way. But on top of it all, he's still plain Percy, brave, strong and selfless enough to sacrifice himself for the sake of his friends, for Mt. Olympus and for the world.

The whole time I knew about my prophecy, I was so afraid it was about him. To lose a love to worse than death. Gods, I can't let Percy just, die, without letting him know how I feel about him.

Why can't he see that I feel something more toward him than being just my friend? I've always tried to tell him, one way or another, about what I really feel about him. But he never seemed to reciprocate the feeling and he never seemed to understand the messages and emotions I convey. He's so stupid and bland.

Whenever I try to admit it to him, I feel scared that he might not feel the same way I do. Plus, he always drags Luke to the conversation and it always manages to make me mad because he thinks it's always Luke I think about when he's the only one in my mind. Luke was just my brother. I knew him, unlike Percy did. When we were young, Luke was a fighter. For the good, for me and Thalia. I know he will eventually realize that what he did was wrong and maybe even regret all he's done. Maybe even ask for forgiveness from the Gods. But I know he will find a way to straighten out what he has done. Percy, of all people, should understand me. His fatal flaw being personal loyalty and all, he should be the one about believing friends. But no. The selfish little brat. Unbelievable. Luke had been once my hero. All I want to do is help him realize his wrong. But Seaweed Brain here, thinks Luke is a psychopath who would want to kill everyone who wouldn't bow down to him. I understand his wrath toward Luke, since he tried to kill him a few times before. But he actually thinks I love Luke? Seriously? All these wouldn't happen if he would just take the time to listen to me.

Ever since camp started, he had been with that mortal every time. He practically avoided me but I really wanted to talk to him. He never stayed after classes and practice. He'd call the redheaded girl and go to Gods-know-where in Manhattan and campaign for the lives of an extinct monkey species. Hey, don't get me wrong, it's not like I'm against saving those animals, and I've got, like, a commitment to Pan and all, but this is my Percy we're talking about. And I'm not gonna lose him to that girl and an endangered species of anteater after risking my life to save his ass a million times from the Gods and those monsters. No. Not. A. Chance. Ever.

I didn't have anyone to talk to whenever I was in San Francisco and I didn't think I'd still be alone here. Camp was the only place I ever felt welcomed and accepted and Percy, my only bestfriend since they all left, was ignoring me.

I still don't know how I could get him to talk to me, but I am making a plan. And you know what they say about Athena's plans? They never fail.

Ok. I admit it, it was partly my fault we skirted around each other since I left him at camp last summer, but, still, I started making an effort to talk to him. But he was cold and emotionless.

Maybe I should have listened to my mother. Maybe he's really not the one for me. Or maybe he just doesn't like me. Why in the world would the hero of Olympus want anything to do with the nerdy daughter of Athena who loves babbling about architecture? Maybe he realized I'm no good for him and settled for that mortal who paints herself gold out of boredom.

Oh damn right.


Hope you enjoyed. I think this will be a multi-chapter story. Feel free to react. I really need your comments and opinions on the story and other things I can put there, though I at least have an idea of the main plot, I could use some ideas for a subplot. They will be greatly appreciated, if not needed. Constructive criticism is accepted. Thanks a lot.

PS. Oh, and by the way, I think I wouldn't ask for a beta anymore, since I really want to learn and I figured it would best to do this alone. Thanks again.