/Takes place in the Battle of the Labyrinth, when Percy is at Calypso's Island. This is a one-shot of Annabeth's thoughts just before his shroud burning.

/Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson.

He can't be dead.

Chiron keeps telling me not to have my hopes up, but I don't care. I refuse to believe that Percy Jackson is dead. I mean, I would know if he was dead.

I have to think of a way to get out of camp. A quest to find him. I'll take Clarisse and Silena. While everyone out at their classes, we'll sneak out into the Labyrinth and look for him. I think I've studied enough of it to figure it out for ourselves. Or if that doesn't work out, Percy's Pegasus, Blackjack would probably take us. And then again, there's always Mrs. O'Leary. She could shadow-travel us to him.

But I can't stop thinking what if? What if he is dead? I mean, that was some explosion. Percy could have died in that. Or Kronos could have captured him. Oh gods, no. Percy could not end up like Luke. If I lost the two most important people in my life to that Titan, and well, he's going to have it in for him when I see him.

The image of Percy, lingered behind my eyelids. The picture of him smiling at me. His face when he thought I was going to become a Huntress. His distraught frown I saw in my dream when he thought losing me to the Manticore was his fault.

Oh, Percy. I know I haven't been the nicest to you. I know we bicker and fight all the time. But if you come home, I promise I'll be nice. I promise I won't call you Seaweed Brain anymore. I'll do whatever, if you just please, please, come home.

And as I've changed through the years, Percy hasn't. He's always been the same. Always. It's been something I've always wanted in life, something stable. I wasn't going to lose that. I wasn't going to lose Percy. He's always tolerated me. Even through my denounced crush on Luke. He was my battle partner. He saved me from the Sirens. Without him, I'd just be a big pile of bones on that black beach. I think that if I were to see the Sirens right now, I'd see him. He's the person I want to see the most right now.

I just wish he was there.

"Annabeth," Malcolm said, standing at the foot of my bed, "time to go to Per---uh---"

I groaned. Time to go to Percy's shroud burning.

"Okay. I'll be right there."

Percy, where are you?

/Please review! Constructive criticism would be GREATLY appreciated, but please be nice. This is my first PJO fanfic. I'm not sure if I like it, but whatever. Thanks for reading! J