Okay…I know it took me a LONG time to update, but in my defense I've had a lot of work to be done and not enough time to do it. But, I found time in my day (somewhere between my brother and I fighting for the biggest cinnamon role and me working on Algebra homework) to update! BTW, this will become a separate story, so I might stop soon. It's not discontinued; I'm just blending some stories together. A combined sequel of sorts.

On a random off-note, my friend made this hysterical noise in the back of her throat today, and my other friend (Squishy, if your reading this, you still have to clean it up) squirted chocolate milk out her nose, whilst my other friend was mumbling about how she wishes she had a goatee. Normal, huh?

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson. Short and to the point.

13 year old Annabeth's POV

You'd be surprised how much you life can be changed by someone you barely know. How they can take theoretical jumper-cables and restart your heart. That's what it felt like to me, when I Ali.

I stare at her, watching her shake Percy's thick, black hair out of her face. She kept her eyes on her mother….me. But not really me, the older version of me. She was staring at Ali, gray eyes on gray eyes, with another pair watching the whole mess going on.

Ali said something to the older me in a language I didn't understand, and her mother shook her head and replied in the same language, then turned to the other Percy and restated her answer, but as a question. He shook his head, and touched her cheek.

Something clicked inside me then.

"I have a kid with SEAWEED BRAIN?" I yell, smashing my fist on the table. The older me flinched.

"Annabeth…" she mumbled, begging me to understand with her eyes.

"No! I'd never fall in love with Percy! Ever!" I yelled.

Her eyes softened.

"You already have, Annabeth. Locking your heart in a box only suffocates it. Don't you trust me? Don't you trust yourself? Your feeding the flames of denial and loss."

"No! I'd never!" I yelled, fighting the urge to hit Percy, who's staring at the older him with his mouth open. "There's no benefit! I'd just be breaking my heart!" I yelled.

"Look at Ali!" The older me screamed, her eyes flaring. "Look at Ali and tell me that's not anything! That that's not worth it! Go ahead, say it!" She yelled. I stayed silent.

"Well? Go ahead! If you have the guts to say I made a mistake, call Ali a mistake!" She continued, her voice hitting me like shards of ice, as I watched the perfect child, no older than 7 years of age, watch me with tears in her eyes. I watched Percy put a hand on his shoulder, his eyes hard, waiting for my answer.

"You approve of this?" I whispered angrily at him. He pursed his lips.

"7 girls,

Related by blood, but not so,

Shall find themselves.

They shall save whom they love,

And meet the night-walker.

But family cannot out-run fate.

The Fates shall have their revenge,

And the runners kin shall fall."

We both turned to look at the older Percy, whom had tears flowing down his tan cheeks. The older Annabeth hugged his shoulders, as Ali watched the two.

"Don't cry, Momma. Come on, Daddy." Ali begged, her eyebrows crinkling.

"Ali," The older me whispered. "The war between Chaos and us has started. Your days are numbered. You are the child of the prophecy. The Titans was Jackson blood…..and it's you."

Haha, sorry I left you with a cliff-hanger! I'm so tired, and listening to a sad violin song, which is both depressing and fascinating me. I'm not going to say "Omg, R&R!", because I know if you guys like it, you don't have to me told. But I just wanted to tell me reviewers, you guys made me smile! Thank you!

P.S. Have you ever had a music stand jabbed into your ribcage, while balancing a cello on your knee? No? Consider yourself lucky.