AN: I know it has been a long, long while, but thank you so much for the reviews and favorites and alerts they do mean a lot. I didn't mean for it to take this long infact three fourths of this was done the next day, but life sort of got in the way. Now this isn't all of chapter two, infact this was planned to be only half or so but I can't make the chapter move where I want it to. I have a good idea what I want to do with the plot.. or I thought I did. But honestly suggestion are always helpful. I do know that Percy is OOC (out of character) but I have a really problem recreating someone else character exactly as they intended even in Fanfiction. So comments, questions anything even private message me I would really like to hear it. Wow long note again sorry. Oh and if you haven't noticed I really need a beta! Not only becasue well if you're reading this you can tell I make many mistakes but thoughtless and confusing, but also I believe if I had that person telling me "hey, where's the next one, I'm doing my job why aren't you" it would push me too write more and faster. So...anyone up for it?

There's this moment- and it doesn't happen all that often- right as sleep is being pulled away from you and you try as hard as you can to hold on to it, but not too hard because too much thought, too much focus would only makes it leave faster. And right at that moment where you really want that pleasant dream back- the one you can't full remember, but you know was good enough that you don't want to leave just yet- the thoughts of the night before seep back in slowly and you realize- even as you're trying to suppress it- there was something you should be doing right now. This makes you jump up and hit your head painfully on something, that in this semiconscious state you don't know nor do you care what it is. Then as you try and stop your brain from pounding its way out of your skull you try and remember what that dream was about (blue cookies? No, it wasn't cookies). Yeah, well that's how I woke up with morning.

Not exactly the best way to start a day, especially sense I was already late for early morning cabin checks with Annabeth, and she was going to kick…

I hopped out of my bed and grabbed my watch off the post. Yeah, I was twenty minutes late (maybe the dream was about breakfast, blue eggs and ham? I'm not sure why, but my stomach growled at that thought.). If I was five minutes late Annabeth would come up to by cabin huffing and buffing telling me about how Seaweed Brains never seemed how to read time and my brain was full of kelp. (Ok, so I don't think it had anything to do with food. Was Grover in it? No, but someone was there.) Normally these thoughts would make me rush, get ready and try and show up at breakfast like nothing happened and hope she forgot too. (Was I on a quest? No. I always get this odd mix of feelings in my gut of excitement, fear, energy and dread when I'm on quests)

But she never forgets, and she's not like me, she has roommates that would wake her up as they left for breakfast. And she would come to [yell at] get me. Right? (I'm pretty sure I was being chased. Or we were.)

I mean I knew she was sick or tired last night, but that girl doesn't stop for anything. Well, except spiders. (That was it! I was being chased by spiders. Or I was chasing them. Why would I be afraid of spiders?) But if she was too sick to come, Malcolm would fill in for her on inspection duty, and then he would come and get [yell at] me. If he wasn't too busy doing whatever it is Annabeth gets him to do. [Ever since the construction has taken over camp Annabeth has assigned literally everyone jobs.]

Ok, this morning's To Do List: a)check on Annabeth b) do inspection before she finds out you haven't c) talk to Chiron about cancelling today's inter-cabin sword fighting tournament d) eat a LARGE breakfast e)find out what really happened in that dream (ok, I wouldn't be afraid of spiders but Annabeth is. So she was being chases by spiders I was chasing..? I almost miss those vision-dream things I get on quest, at least I remember those.).

Yep, I'm taking a nap at lunch.

Not ten minutes later I was knocking on the Athena cabin door, hoping someone had left for breakfast was there and they could let me in. I've been in all the cabins before and that wasn't a big deal, but I had never just let myself into Annabeth's cabin before. The idea just made me feel awkward. Plus I wasn't sure if she would be cool with me just barging in to her room of sorts. I mean, she has lived there for almost ten years now.

After the third knock I got a weak "come in." Deciding that was about as warm of a welcome I was going to get, I made my way into the room. It was as orderly as usual, books stacked on shelves, food hidden from sight, bed's made, all except one. In an effort to look awake, Annabeth had pushed herself up into a sitting position and was rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand in a childish action.

I came over and sat on the side of her bed by her feet, careful not to sit on them, or any of the scattered paper and books that covered most of the surface of her bed. "Hey, how are you feeling?"

She blinked at me for a second or two as if I was speaking some foreign language. "Thirsty." And without elaborating she reached over to her bed side table for the near empty cup. Well tried to. I snatched it before she could. I concentrated really hard until the familiar pulling sensation in my stomach told me it worked. Then I handed Annabeth the full glass.

It didn't stay full for long, she chugged half the glass in one sip before handing it back to me with a mumbled thank you. "Why aren't you at breakfast?"

"I wanted to see how you were." She gave me that try-again look.

"You mean you're trying to put off cabin inspection." Before I could deny that- which wasn't true by the way, well maybe a little- she continued, "I already got Elizabeth and James to do it. I figured you would forget."

I wasn't sure if I should be offended by this or not. I mean I knew I was lazy and forgetful and well just didn't want to do it, but for her to assume that I would just not do it didn't make me feel all that confident. But either way I was thankful and checked that one off my mental to do list. Only four to go and working on number 1. Speaking of which…

"So Malcolm told me you get sick like this a lot." I know, I know not that most tactful way of approaching it but well she can normally tell when I'm beating around a bush. She told me once that I beat the bush rather than around it. I wasn't sure if what I said would offend her so I sort of pinned the blame on someone else. Alright so I kind of ratted him out, but I was being honest.

Her eyes had a glassy look and she was taking another large sip from the glass. But she didn't seem at all put off by what I had said. "Yeah," she paused thoughtful. "I got sick a lot as a kid and I guess the stress of the construction of both Mount Olympus and the new cabins didn't help." She gave me a look after she finished almost like she was attempting to glare at me. Like I would suggest that the stress proved it to be too much for her. I wasn't that stupid. Well at least I don't think so. Anyway I knew Annabeth. She could handle it or die trying. Literally. I always hoped it wouldn't come to that.

"You're sure that just it?" I looked her over: seeing the grey sheets tangled around her legs, comforter abandoned on the foot of bed long forgotten, papers no longer piled but sporadically place as though they were thrown aside, Annabeths red, watery eyes and pink, raw nose.

She gave me a hard glare that would have made me "shake in my boots" if it weren't for two things. First, being invulnerable made me fearless around Annabeth (mostly, sorta, a little, not really) and second, she sneezed so loud I thought her nose had turn into an elephant trunk.

I handed her a tissue and got a nod of appreciation. After disposing of it (ok more like tossing it on the over flowing trashcan only to have it bounce off and onto the growing pile on the ground) she said, "Tomorrow I will be back to kicking your kept butt at capture the flag."

That made me smile, not because I enjoyed the prospects of being defeated by Annabeth at anything (the only things she could beat me at these days were things like capture the flag and chess, you know strategy and planning and stuff) but that she sounded so much like well Annabeth. Determined to win, unable to admit defeat to someone she considered less than an equal.

We sat together for a while I talk, she would try and respond, start coughing/sneezing, I would hander a water or a tissue. I offered to stay and keep her company, but my stomach betrayed by hunger. She sent me out telling me to eat and let her work in peace. Two down three to go.