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Percy jumped back, eyes wide with shock, as what looked like a giant scorpion scuttled toward him. He could have sworn that it personally hated him, from the look it gave him with fiery black eyes.

"Uh, Annabeth, what am I supposed to do…?" Percy yelped and dodged as the scorpion lashed at him with its barbed, and probably venomous from the looks of it, black tail.

Annabeth gave a sigh, as if she knew something he didn't. Which, knowing her, was probable. "Have you checked your pockets?"

"What—" It was only then that Percy became aware of something hard in his pocket; pulling it out, he saw that it was a familiar ballpoint pen, and memories overcame him for a moment. This was Anaklusmos, otherwise known as Riptide. His sword.

Uncapping the pen, he watched as it sprang into a Celestial Bronze sword. The scorpion, who seemed to be waiting for him to make the next move, hissed angrily and retreated slightly with a chatter of teeth, but lunged for him a few moments later. Apparently it was taking its chances. Before Percy was fully aware of what he was doing, he ducked, twisting, and brought Riptide up to cut off the end of the scorpion's tail with a flourish. Percy backed up with a gasp, suddenly wary of his own abilities. Frustratingly, he couldn't remember how he'd learned them, or who had taught them to him, but at least he knew his way around his sword. If he hadn't, he'd be shish kebab.

The scorpion looked angry now, pincers snapping, but Annabeth, who had somehow snuck up on it from behind without Percy seeing her, yelled, "Hey, lobster face!" The monster turned with a snarl, leaving him ample opportunity to leap up on its back and stab deep into its chest.

Freezing, the scorpion collapsed and went limp; Percy leaped off in time to see it explode into pieces of dust.

For a moment he and Annabeth just stared at it, until he said, "It's like we've fought together before…haven't we?"

"Of course we have, Seaweed Brain." Her eyebrows knitted together as she stared at the place where the scorpion had been moments ago. "I remember that much. Don't you?"

Percy searched through the seemingly random collection of memories floating around his brain, and found that he did indeed remember fights with Annabeth: staring down three scorpions much like the one he'd just faced, looking incredulously at a huge, one-eyed creature Percy inexplicably knew was called a Cyclops, and, among other things, training in a circular arena. He tried to look past the walls of the arena in the mental image, but everything faded into a blur. He couldn't remember anything, and he was finding it a bit scary. Also annoying. Wryly he wondered to himself if this kind of thing had happened to him before. He wouldn't know.

"What?" Annabeth was looking at him curiously, and Percy realized he must have voiced his thought aloud.

"Nothing," he said awkwardly. "So what are we going to do now?" he offered, trying to change the topic.

Annabeth looked like she wanted to say something, but clearly thought better of it. All she said was, "We're going to have to figure out a way out of here. There's got to be family and friends looking for us…"

Her voice trailed off, and Percy understood what she didn't want to say: Neither of them had any idea where these family and friends might be, or even who they might be. If they existed at all.

But he would rather not think about that. "Let's think," Percy suggested.

Annabeth looked mockingly incredulous. "Did Perseus Jackson just say 'let's think'? Who are you and what have you done to my boyfriend?"

Ignoring the jibe, Percy blinked, just now remembering that Annabeth Chase was, actually, his girlfriend. "We were going to start a future together," he blurted out as he remembered something. "And go to college together, with our friends. In—"

But his voice faltered, because he had drawn a giant blank. He could remember Annabeth promising him, with laughter in her eyes, that they could have a life together, and go to college together, away from the danger. The only thing was—Percy couldn't remember what that danger was, or where the college they would have gone to was, or the friends he was sure had been waiting. Were they still waiting? How long had it been since he and Annabeth had been amnesiacs?

Annabeth said gently, "Percy, don't dwell on the past." She took his hand, the gentle pressure reassuring, and familiar. She had done it before, he knew. "I can't remember anything, either. We'll figure something out together."

Percy managed a smile at her. "I know we will."

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