Hey guys, so I decided to continue the story maybe a few more chapters. I think it will be fun to write about The Seven's few days on the Argo II. Throw in some Percabeth snogging, some Stoll Brothers fun ;), A dangerously out of control Gleeson Hedge and a nervous Grover. Yeah, should be intresting... :) Tell me what you think!

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Annabeth rounded the corner, flying over the warm wooden panels. She came to a sudden halt at the main entrance to the cabins. Above her head was a painted sign, swinging in the strong wind that came off the water. Αγόρι της έδρας- Boy's headquarters.

Annabeth took in a last gulp of the salty air, trying to calm her electric nerves. Then, pushed open the double doors and stepped in to the eerie silence. The only noise in the narrow hallway was the own pidder-padder of her feet on the thin carpet. Pushing a lose curl of blonde hair out of her face, she -very slowly- cracked the door to one of the two rooms in the corridor.

Peeking inside, she observed rows of small bunks. Annabeth tried to remember where Percy had put down his backpack. Bunk number 11, she recalled.

Snaking inside, she quietly shut the door behind her and turned around; hoping nobody was awake. She wished she could pray to her mother, Athena, but they weren't exactly on the best terms at the moment.

Annabeth's heart pounded as she crept along the occupied bunks. Matching red quilts and white sheets held familiar faces- she recognized Travis and Connor Stoll sleeping in the same bed. Malcolm, her half brother. Then Tyson, his legs hanging off the side and the quilt only covering about a third of his body. Jason, Frank. Leo slept across from them on a top bunk, under him was Percy.

She stopped.

Percy was awake, staring back at her with tired sea-green eyes. Below them was a ring of purple, above a sheen layer of sweat.

"Annabeth?" His voice was a low whisper, husky with sleep. He didn't seem surprised to see her. She couldn't really think of a way to respond to his rhetorical question, so she reached into the darkness and found Percy's warm hand. She held it up and tugged.

"C'mon." Annabeth whispered in his ear.

Percy ran his free hand through the tangles of his hair before ducking out of his bunk. He let Annabeth lead him through the hall and out onto the deck.

Percy loved feeling so aware. He knew exactly where they were on the water. His eye sight seemed to have gotten clearer, his hearing sharp and his senses awake. He could feel the power of the ocean- all around him- at his fingertips. It made him restless, though, and although the sea was also soothing, Percy found it hard to sleep. He had thought about talking to Annabeth, but when he realized the time; the thought had quickly vanished.

Percy looked at her now, her fair hair pulled back in to a pony tail at the nape of her neck. Princess curls refusing to be restrained hung in her face. He reached out a hand and pushed one back in place behind her ear. Annabeth turned to look at him, and for a moment he thought she might cry, but then she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist- breathing in his scent and fitting his familiar body into hers.

The demigods stood there for a few minutes, embracing each other. Percy's hand stroked Annabeth's hair and it wasn't long before he felt tears soaking though his shirt.

He whispered to her, hoping his voice wasn't as weak as he suddenly felt. "Wise Girl,...I'm here now. I-It's okay,"

She mumbled into his chest: "I didn't know,...I didn't know if you were okay or not. And I-" She took a deep breath- "I don't want to lose you, Seaweed Brain."Her voice was steady.

Percy felt like his bones had turned to jelly. He didn't know what to say. How do you respond to something like that when you're a demigod? Well, I'll try my best not to die anytime soon, but don't get your hopes up.

"Your not-"

"You don't know that!" She pulled away from him, the desperation and sleepless nights finally catching up to her and boiling over. "8 months, Percy! 8 months! I didn't think that could happen until it did. It did!" Her gray eyes burned into his, still wet with tears. "You're not even invulnerable anymore! You can die just like the rest of us!"

"Annabeth-"

"No! Don't tell me that nothing's going to happen! That everything is going to be okay! Okay? How can anything possibly be okay? 'Wisdom's daughter walks alone'? What the Hades is that suppose to mean? I spent nights trying to figure out that prophecy! Nights! I CAN'T DO THIS!"

"You don't have to-"

"I do have to! I have to keep you alive, Percy! You don't get it! I-" She stopped abruptly, her face red with anger.

"You what?"

"Never mind." She breathed the word, her eyes cast down, her eyebrows ceased. She looked tired, exhausted.

"Annabeth" She opened her mouth to speak, but Percy cut her off. "Let me talk. Listen, I know you're stressed. That's understandable." He shrugged, his eyebrows raised. "But you need to understand that you're not alone anymore! I'm right here Annabeth, and I'm not going anywhere." She didn't look convinced. They stood there in silence, a foot apart. An entire ocean apart.

When she spoke, her voice was small. "What if I'm not the 7th?"

Percy knew immediately what she was talking about. Seven half-bloods will answer the call. Percy, Frank and Hazel made three. Jason, Piper and Leo made six. There was one spot left.

"Nothings official. We just have to wait. There isn't really anything we can do but wait, see who votes." Then he added, "You'll have mine. My vote, I mean." He couldn't imagine going without her. They're a team. He didn't know how much time they had to be together, exactly. Percy didn't want to waste it being mad at her.

Percy closed the gap between them quickly, then leaned down to press his lips to hers. Annabeth kissed him back, her hands wrapping themselves around his torso. When the boy pulled away, Annabeth hugged herself closer to him, not wanting to let go.

She was frustrated and relived at the same time. Frustrated because she didn't have a handle on anything right now, relived that Percy was here. One less thing that she had to worry about...or was it?

Could Percy really leave her again, to go on some quest he could quite possibly never return from? No. Annabeth wouldn't let that happen. She had to go.

The two half-bloods leaned against the banister of the ship, their hands intertwined, and watched the sky lighten in anticipation of a brilliant sunrise. Percy figured he should say something. It would be the perfect time...

"You know," He started. "I love you, Wise Girl. I love you a lot."

Percy kept his eyes on the sunrise, just one golden stream of light dancing on the water. He could feel Annabeth's eyes on him. He smiled in spite of himself, knowing her expression even before he turned his head to face her.

She reached up to wound her arms around his neck, kissing him softly on the mouth.

"I love you, too, Seaweed Brain." She murmured against his lips. Percy was still smiling as Leo banged open the door to the Boy's headquarters and rubbed his head sleepily. His eyes widened when he saw them.

"Well, well." Leo beamed. "I was wondering where you went, Jackson." Annabeth was blushing feverishly, and Percy knew he probably looked the same. Leo continued walking, smiling slightly to himself.

"Pretty sunrise," He muttered, passing them and heading for the kitchen.