Hey guys, it's me Blair again! So what did you think of my first chapter? I know, a few mistakes, but it was late. I also know it was pretty short. So don't worry, I understand if it was a little boring. It was late though. This chapter is longer, and since I have more time, I get to make sure it is proofread and as close to error free as possible. I would like to give a special thanks to the accounts Casserole176, Hunter of Artemis 140, and HoangMai for your nice reviews and being a few of my first readers. There will be a lot of stories to come! Alexis and I also own a instagram multi-fandom account if you would like to check it out. It's called we_live_to_read . Check it out! Anywho, on with the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, or Heroes of Olympus, or any characters from those stories. All that belongs to the genius Rick Riordan.

Chapter 2

Percy's POV

I wake up feeling sick. My body is swaying, and my back hurts. I'm laying on something hard. I hear the calming sound of the water currents as small waves shift me back and forth. I sit up and my neck stings. I rub my eyes to clear my vision and see water all around me. There's debris all over the ocean surface. I see a few shark fins breaking through the surface, looking for their next meal most likely, and probably wondering what all this commotion was.

I notice that I'm on what looks like a piece of the wing of a plane, but I don't know how I even ended up on it. I look around, trying to see if anyone was there when I see a glint of blonde in the distance. I bend down and start paddling.

As I get closer, I notice a girl. She looks to be about my age, eighteen, with long blonde curls. That must have been that glint I saw, the sunlight reflecting off her golden princess curls. She's laying on a big piece of debris, some sort of metal I couldn't name, and her ankle is at an odd angle. There are cuts and bruises all over her body. Her orange t-shirt is in shreds, but her blue short jean shorts look to be intact. Her dark blue Converse sneakers were still on her feet. Her arm has a huge slash from her shoulder to her elbow, and it was bleeding. She also has a large bump on her forehead. I can't tell if she is dead or just unconscious.

I move the wing of the plane closer. There's probably enough room for the both of us. I reach over and carefully slip an arm behind her back, cautious of her cuts, and an arm under her knees, lifting her up. She doesn't weigh much. I lay her down with her head on my lap, then check for a pulse. It was faint, but it was there. I sigh in relief. I pull my white v-neck off and wrap it around the cut on her arm. She's bleeding way too much. When I look down, I see a huge gash on my side, but it wasn't bleeding too badly, so I let it slide for now. I have to focus on her. I put my arm behind her back and lift her up in a sitting position, so she was sitting on my lap. I hold her close and put her head on my chest. I promise myself then and there that I wouldn't let anything happen to her. Nothing. I won't. I hear her moan against my bare chest and my heart leaps into my throat.

I hug her closer. Her moans get louder and I feel tears on my skin. Then she turns her head to the side and opens her eyes to look at me. I gasp when I look into her eyes. They are a stormy, sparkling grey, the most unusual eye color I have ever seen. They startle me, but at the same time, I love them.

She looks up at me with fear in her eyes. She pulls away from me slightly, but I wrap my arms around her and hold on.

"W-who are you?" she asks, her voice trembling. She bites her lip and I know instantly she's in a lot of pain. "W-where am I?"

"I'm Percy Jackson. Um, I don't think you were on my plane, but yours must have crashed, like mine. Do you remember anything? What's your name?"

"I-I'm Annabeth C-chase. I-I can't re-" she takes a moment to think, and recognition lights up her eyes after a few moments. "My... My plane... It... It lost its wing and I fell to the water." She has tears streaming down her face.

"It's okay... Don't cry. I think our planes hit each other," I say, wiping her tears.

"It-it hurts," she cries, hiding her face in my chest.

"What hurts?"

"Everything," she starts to moan and grips my arms. Her moans quickly turn to screams of pain.

"Shh, it's gonna be okay," I whisper soothingly, stroking her hair and rubbing slow circles on her back. I look around, delighted to see some land off in the distance. If I could help her get there... "Annabeth, look, land."

She clutches my arms and sniffles, turning her head. Her eys light up. "W-we need to get over there," she says.

"I know. I'm going to help you, but you have to help me, okay?"

She looks up at me and nods. "I trust you."

The end. I'm gonna update another chapter probably tonight, because this was actually short, but after chapter 3 I need to write. I'm suffering from some writer's block for chapter 4. I hope you guys enjoyed this. Please read and review! Tell me tips and what you think!

- Blair