HGC13: Hey guys! Sorry it's taken awhile for us to update! We've both been busy. We just took two exams and have to take two more! :/ Anywho, thank you guys so much for all the support we got! We are so excited! We decided not to have Percy have an imaginary friend who looked like Annabeth. It would be kinda repetitive! And we realized we could do a lot more with the plot and stuff. So yeah,Thanks guys and please review!

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Pairing: Percy x Annabeth
Word count (for chapter): 2,838
Warnings: May be some cussing. It just depends on who is writing it. Won't be too much.
Disclaimer: We do not own PJO. We do, however, own Kate and the plot.
Date: 3/10/13
Shout outs: guest (HGC13: Um, I don't know if Annabeth is going to run away...), District9and3-4 (Annabeth's mom always dies because our stories are AU and her mom can't be Athena. So we just kill her off. Lol!), WhosaskingBunny (guest), Guest, Alter Server, I Luv Ur Story, TheEpicalAuthor (guest), EpicRandomness (guest), TheSandWillPrevail, TheEpicalPerson, littlekittycat2012, Proxima103, xxPurpleDinosaursxxx, annabeth the wise girl (We'll be working on both stories according to our schedule. Our lives are kinda wacko right now!), Percabeth2074 (guest), YayPercabeth123 (guest), cathy (guest), unnamedwisegirl, guest

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I sat in the office. Waiting.

And waiting.

And waiting.

As each minute ticked by, my heart beat a little faster. The beats were like a clock ticking away my life, each tick bringing me closer to death.

Whoa... Maybe I should be in a mental hospital.

I stayed completely still, staring unblinking at absolutely nothing. I completely ignored my dad, who was sitting next to me, attempting now and then to make conversation, to which I would never reply.

After we had arrived at the doctor's office, we were told to sit down and wait for me to be called. When they did, I would be and prodded and asked with questions that I would refuse to answer. I didn't know what the outcome would be; only that the choice would mostly lay in my father's hands, and not so much the doctor's. I think Dad just wanted the support of a professional.

I was feeling so loved.

It didn't just hurt that people didn't believe me about Percy; what hurt me was that my own father was marking me as crazy. That he had given up hope on me. Mom wouldn't have. The thought made me tear up, but I slammed a lid on them. I had to be tough, now.

A woman in a white uniform walked out of a door.

"Chase, Annabeth," she called.

I got up and nodded. Dad also got up. The nurse motioned to me to follow her and I nodded again and walked after her. Dad followed, but I pretended not to notice him. He didn't deserve my attention, no matter how childish that sounds.

She led me into an all white room. It was almost blinding. I found it sort of ironic that this place was so bright, when so many dark things-so many sick people-are in it.

The nurse gestured for me to sit down on the seat. As I did so, the paper crinkled under me, making an almost ominous noise, sounding ten times louder than it should have, thanks to the blank silence.

"Hello, Miss Annabeth," the lady said kindly, smiling down at me. But her smile... it seemed too rehearsed. I stared back at her coldly.

She ignored it. "To start off, I'm just going to do the basic stuff-check your vital signs and whatnot."

That word. 'Whatnot'. It made me mad, even if I had no idea why. It like one of those things that get on my nerves, instantly, like one of my pet peeves. Maybe it was that 'whatnot' wasn't a specific word. It was such a generalized term-it could mean anything. "Gee, I'm thrilled. Sounds like fun. Let's throw a party!" I said with fake enthusiasm.

"Annabeth," Dad said in a warning tone.

"I'll only go if there's cake," the nurse joked back, easily shrugging off my remark.

If I had not been in such a bad mood, I might have smiled nicely at her, maybe congratulated her for ignoring my rude behavior so easily. I might have even laughed. But I was not in a generous mood.

I just continued to stare coldly in front of me. She checked my heartbeat and asked me to take in a deep breath. I refused to breathe. She tried to stick a thermometer in my mouth. I rejected it. She told me to step on the scale; I side-stepped it.

I could have laughed. The look of anger on my dad's face was just priceless. His face was totally contorted, and I had a feeling that if it had been just me and him in the room, there would be no room left by now.

The nurse, whose name I learned was Kate, stayed calm the whole time, as though my attitude was full of sunshine. It was-if you counted the storm clouds gathering in front of the sun.

But Kate just made idle conversation, seemingly oblivious to my juvenile behavior. I would have to praise her for that someday. I would never have been able to keep my temper in control for so long.

Maybe she was supernatural.

She set the clipboard down beside me, and I turned my head, trying to read what it said, but my stupid dyslexia prevented me from doing so. I tilted my head, hoping to get a better angle to read it. That's when I noticed Kate studying me.

"What?" I snapped.

"Annabeth! Enough with the rudeness!" my father scolded. Oh yeah, some father.

"No, it's quite alright, Mr. Chase. Annabeth, I was just wondering... are you dyslexic?" she asked, eyeing me curiously.

"So what if I am?" I shot back. She sighed.

"Will you please just answer the question?" she asked.

"Why don't you tell me? After all, you're the doctor here, remember?" I replied, letting my big mouth take control again.

"Annabeth Chase! That. Is. Enough!" Dad said, seething with anger. Once again, I disregarded him.

"Nah, it's a fair enough question, Mr. Chase. I think that you are dyslexic, Annabeth," she concluded.

I rolled my eyes. "Wow. You're powers of observation are simply stunning. Consider me awed," I said, my tone like a 1st grade teacher, with a bright smile on my face. "That wasn't so hard now, was it?"

I dropped the act so quickly, no one would even know it was there before. "Now may I go, puh-lease!"

She just chuckled. "Not quite yet. I still need to have Dr. Solace come in and do the more advanced stuff with you."

"So in other words, you're bringing Dr. Solace in to do the work that you're too stupid to do yourself?" I inquired, eyebrows raised.

I knew it was rude. I knew it was low. But, seriously, how would you act if you were forced to be tested to see if you belong in a mental hospital?

"ANNABETH!" my dad yelled, jumping up. But Kate just laughed again, and held her hand up.

"Yup, basically!" Kate agreed with me. I was genuinely impressed with her. We could be good friends-if only she wasn't helping Dad see if I belonged in a mental institution. That sort of ruled her out of my 'best friend' category.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, something told me that my attitude was certainly not helping my case, but the more stubborn side of me ignored it.

Kate pressed a button to an intercom and a voice answered.

"Yes? What may I do to help you?"

"Please tell Dr. Solace that we're ready for him in room 731," Kate responded.

"Of course... He is now on his way."

"Thank you!"

As I waited, Kate asked me questions about my "imaginary" friend, all of which I rebuffed. Why should I tell her about Percy when it would only end up with me on my way to a mad house? I may be stubborn, but if there's one thing I, Annabeth Chase, am not then it would have to be stupid.

Not to brag, but I was the smartest in my grade at school. I knew how to think out almost any situation logically, and I happened to love mind games. Call me creepy, but I love them. I remember sitting in front of the TV with my mom so long ago, watching all different types of them.

Mom and I were sitting next to each other on the ground, watching our favorite game show past time-Jeopardy.

The man asked the contestant the question, and before any of them buzzed in, I knew all the answers.

"What is the frequency at which the first microprocessor operated at, which was used in the first to third generations of the original iPod?"

The contestant thought to himself a while, with the annoying music playing in the back ground.

"90MHz" I said with confidence, and my mom ruffled my wild locks affectionately.

"What is 60MHz?" The man asked, anxious to get it wrong.

"Ohhhh sorry, Allen, but the correct answer was 90MHz!"

Mom looked at me in surprise. Annabeth! How did you know all that stuff," She asked, her grey eyes sparkling with amazement.

"I read it in a book at school! All the other kids make fun of me because I don't want to do arts and crafts with them, but I don't care. I love learning." I explained, realizing I sound so mature for a little girl at this age.

She hugged me tightly and pressed her lips against my hair.

"You are going to be so successful someday, my Annabeth," Mom said, embracing me tightly.

I smiled at the thought, but I just need to point one thing out. I was not like Edgar Allen Poe. I wasn't that messed up.

Since I wouldn't answer Kate's questions, my dad obliged immediately. I looked at him in disgust. Was he really that eager to send me away?

I sat there, studying Kate's face as my dad told her my "symptoms" of craziness. Her expression never changed, never looked surprised. It was almost as though she had seen this a million times before.

Strange. I mean, how many kids have had friends that they could see but no one else could. Yeah, there were real imaginary friends, like what people had in kindergarten, but how many kids could touch, smell, and hear their imaginary friend? Probably not many.

But I could be wrong.

I subconsciously started to shred the paper on the chair into thin strips. Something about the act was-I don't know-therapeutic. I enjoyed the methodical sound, something that I could control. Dad cast me furious looks now in then, to which I would answer with an innocent glance. It only made him angrier. See? Mind games.

Finally, someone walked in.

He was a pretty young guy, with blond hair. He wore a calm, soothing look, as if a bomb could go off right next to him and he wouldn't even flinch. But, of course, if a bomb did go off right next to him, he wouldn't have time to flinch. I nearly laughed at the thought.

Hm, maybe I was like Edgar Allen Poe. Creepy thought.

"Took ya long enough," I said, rolling my eyes. He doctor walked up to me and put out a hand. "Dr. Will Solace at your service Mrs..."

"Chase." I spat bitterly, ignoring his hand.

He raised his eyebrows, looking at the nurse and she shrugged, like he could some how transmit his message into her head.

"So I've heard from Kate that you haven't been seeing your friend Percy lately. Describe him for me," he asked kindly.

I sighed, feeling like I've repeated this a million times just this morning. "Well, he has dark hair, that flops to the side. He has a goofy smile and bright green eyes. He's always been here for me... 'til a couple months ago..." I said quietly, with the doctor examining my face.

"So does he show up often? And when does he? When did he first show up?" Dr. Solace asked, shooting question after question toward me.

"I first met him when my mom died. I was sitting by her grave, and he..." I shook my head. They didn't need to know the details. Those were personal.

"Percy stayed with me everyday. He walked me to the bus stop, and was always waiting for me on the porch when I got home. Everyday, we went to the back of the house and gazed up at the clouds; it became a tradition. At night, he would lay next to me, and be there when I woke up. There. I told you everything. Happy now?"

"Yes, thank you, Annabeth," Dr. Solace said, nodding to me before turning to write some things down on his clipboard.

I zoned out, thinking about the day that Percy left. How could he do this to me? Leave me in the dust like that. I though of the break down I had, staring at Kate the whole time. I remembered feeling the agony, the despair. I didn't care what I did anymore. He was the only reason I woke up everything morning, the only thing that kept me sane.

I had grabbed the first thing I found on the counter and smashed it to the floor, hearing it shatter into a thousand pieces. And I didn't stop there, seizing the next thing I had seen, throwing it across the room, crying out in anger, shrinking into a ball on the ground, rocking myself back and forth.

All of a sudden, I saw Kate's eyes cloud over, and her face changed. She screamed, taking the folder off the counter and ripped it into pieces, throwing it across the room. She started rummaging through the cupboard, throwing everything that she could get her hands on.

My dad yelled, and I jumped in alarm. Kate went crazy, throwing random things across the room, just as I had done the night Percy had disappeared. Then, she sunk down into a ball on the ground and rocked herself back and forth.

Just like I had done.

Dr. Solace ran over to Kate, and grabbed her arms, pulling them behind her. Keeping a calm and gentle, yet firm expression, he stared intently at Kate, murmuring words I couldn't quite hear to her. She slowly relaxed, and collapsed into his arms.

Suddenly, I felt like I had been using a ton of energy. I found it hard to breathe, and sweat beaded my forehead. I felt like a connection had been broken, leaving a hollow space in between. I felt like I had caused Kate's breakdown, even though I knew that was impossible. All the air was knocked out of me.

My dad was staring at the nurse now, more terrified than ever. It was almost bad how funny I found his reaction to be.

I watched the nurse stand back up, blinking a couple of times, staring at the doctor in horror.

I could barely hear their frenzied conversation, putting together bits and pieces of them.

"Must be... of them... positive," Kate said. She glanced over at me, a worried yet almost curious expression on her face. Oh, just kill me now.

"Definitely... take her to... only way..."

I glanced at my dad. He was opening and closing his mouth as though there was something he wanted to say, but couldn't find the words to.

I cleared my throat. "Um, hellooo! I'm still here, ya know! It's not nice to gossip," I said rather obnoxiously.

Both turned to me, eyes shining ominously.

"Annabeth. I'm afraid you should come with us."

"Um, excuse me?"

"We both think it would be a good idea for you to go to the LIMI," Dr. Solace announced gravely.

Even I knew what LIMI stood for. Everyone did.

Long Island Mental Institution.

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