Hello Peoples! Ace here this time! It's alright I saved La before she died from George! This is a short chapter so sorry! SOOOO SORRY IT'S LATE! I'm usually very Very punctual and I hate being late. I cry when being late by five minutes. Even ask La! La and I have been very busy this week (More like month since its been our birthdays, ect.) and yesterday La had her b-day party and we weren't able to type this out. SORRY! And now La has to go to another party. So we didn't get to edit this for you, so sorry if there are any mistakes! Well hope you enjoy and REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! They are fun to read and make LA and I quite happy knowing people are actually enjoying our story!
Disclaimer: Me: La, You have weird disclaimers.
La: Yeah, because yours are no fun.
Me: I know! WE do not own Percy Jackson & the Olympians or Heroes of Olympus.

La: You see what I mean?

Jason IX

It didn't take long to figure out who had yelped. A moment after Jason raced out the room, a shriek came from the last cabin down the very long hallway.

"PERCY!"

It was Annabeth.

As Jason sped down the hall, Annabeth kept repeating the cry. Over and over she screamed out her dying boyfriend's name; her cries reaching hysteria quickly.

As he ran, Jason wondered if he would get any sleep that night. He doubted it. As it was, dawn was only a few hours away.

He reached Annabeth's cabin, where a peculiar sight greeted him. Annabeth was lying in her bunk, the thin sheet tangled around her body. As she thrashed about spazically, Jason could see that the sheet was tangling around her neck. The more she tried to pull it off, the more tangled and choking the blanket got.

Jason rushed forward and placed a steady hand on Annabeth's wrist.

"Calm down," he soothed, "just calm down."

Annabeth's eyes focused in on him desperately.

"Percy…Danger…Save him…" she choked out.

Jason grimaced. How could he tell her the truth? That they had no idea what was wrong with Percy, or how to help him?

"Shh," he reassured her, "he'll be fine."

Annabeth glared at him, her gray eyes turning stormy. Okay, Jason thought, maybe she's not as delusional as she seems.

Or at least she knew that Percy was far from 'okay'.

Annabeth struggled to get up, tearing at the hopelessly tangled sheet.

"Stop moving," Jason said in a soft, commanding voice, "let me get that sheet off before you strangle yourself."

Jason took out his small dagger and started cutting it. As he worked on the sheet, he murmured meaningless comforts to her. Really, he didn't know half of what he was saying, and it didn't seem to be doing Annabeth any good. Still, it relaxed him, and it was nice to reassure himself for once.

He was worried for Annabeth. She was obviously going through something horrible, and he sensed that it wasn't just this whole business with Percy.

What whole business? He wondered. Does Annabeth even know what happened, really? Probably, and if she didn't, she probably would of found out.

Finally, Annabeth was free. As soon as Jason stepped back, she jumped up and tried to duck around him; out of the room. She almost managed it, but Jason lunged out and grabbed Annabeth around the waist. He pulled her up against him as she fought to get free.

"Let me go!" she wailed as she kicked and punched at him. "PERCY!"

As unstable as she seemed, there was a fiery glow in her eyes that made them look a bit manic, and her jaw was set determinedly, as if no one would stop her from getting to Percy. Jason didn't trust her to stay put if he left the room, but he needed to go check on Percy. Also, one thing he was sure of was that Annabeth could not see Percy in such a damaged state again.

Jason groaned from the force of holding her back. He was strong, but so was Annabeth, and she had motivation on her side. Knowing that he couldn't hold her back much longer, he called out to his nearest friends. "Hazel!" he shouted, "Piper!"

When they had been splitting up the cabins, Leo and Jason had decided to do it the safe way. Boys on one end of the long hallway, girls on the other, with plenty of rooms and their chaperone, Gleeson Hedge, in between. They had also put Percy and Annabeth (the two people with the longest dating history) on exact opposites ends of the hallway –just in case.

Piper and Hazel came in just moments after Jason had shouted. They were still a bit groggy, but were ready to spring into action at a moment's notice.

They immediately sized up the situation and pulled Annabeth away from Jason.

"Shh," Piper charmspoke, "calm down. It's okay."

Jason stayed where he had been, calming his breath. Meanwhile, Piper and Hazel lead Annabeth to her bunk, Piper soothing her with charmspeak the whole way.

When they finally got her onto her bunk, Annabeth seemed to calm down a little. Except, of course, for the fact that she was glaring murderously at Jason, and that her eyes kept flitting anxiously around the room, as if searching for something.

Finally her eyes settled on the wall perpendicular to the bed, about two yards from Jason's shoulders. He followed her gaze and saw what she had been looking for… her dagger.' The weapon was closer to her than it was to him by about a yard. So Jason did the only thing he could think of. He reached towards his belt, and pulled out his gladius –a short Roman sword- to defend Piper, hazel, and himself.

Meanwhile, Annabeth lunged for her dagger, sending the other girls stumbling back in surprise. When the daughter of Athena unsheathed her weapon from where it had been neatly on the wall hanging, Jason leaped in front of his sort-of girlfriend and Roman friend, to protect them. Behind him, Piper brought out her own dagger, and Hazel grabbed hold of her calvary sword.

As he had predicted, Annabeth lunged wildly, crazed with desire to get past them. Also, she wasn't trying to hurt them, which slowed her down considerably.

Jason stepped calmly forward, parried one of Annabeth's strikes with his glaius. He locked onto her dagger and flicked his wrist, twisting the blade out of her hand, a trick he learned from Percy. Then he put the tip of his small sword under her chin, grunting to Hazel and Piper:

"Go get Will. Be sure to bring more of that sleep medicine."

A few minutes after they left, Piper and Hazel returned, leading Will behind them. Jason guessed that they had filled him in on the way down from the infirmary.

Jason still couldn't figure out why they had built so much stuff, when so few people were accompanying them. Their ship was huge –seven floors, and that's not counting the upper deck, which was400 ft long, 200 ft wide, and heavily armed. The first floor on the lower deck was made up of very well insolated engine room and the heat-resistant control room. The next floor down held a kitchen, dining room, infirmary, and council room. The ship recreational room was the entire fourth floor. The fifth and sixth were dedicated to demigod training, and the very bottom held enough weapons to supply an army.

Then there was the third floor, where their cabins were, each 20 square feet and there were ten cabins on each side of the hallway. That thought brought Jason back to the present time.

Will was injecting the sleep syrup into Annabeth's arm, as she wailed for Percy one last time. Suddenly she went limp, falling into Jason. Her gray eyes rolled up into her head, showing only her whites. So Jason carried her over to her bunk and laid her head down gently.

This syringe is going to be my new best friend, he thought.

"Thanks again." Jason said to Will, tiredly. He had been up for far to long. He was nearly dead on his feet.

Will smiled wanly in acknowledgement.

Jason turned to all of them and sighed, "Sorry for waking you all up again, you should go back to sleep."

None of them moved. Piper just looked at him.

"Jason…" she began, "you need some sleep too. Go back to your cabin, we'll watch over Percy and Annabeth. Don't worry."

It was tempting, but Jason couldn't. "No, I should-"

Hazel cut him off. "Go." She commanded.

Jason didn't want to leave his friends up all night, but he was exhausted.

He smiled weakly at his friends. "Thanks."

Piper smiled back and pushed him to the door.

"Get out of here Sparky." She teased him.

Jason shot one last grateful glance at them, and then turned to leave. He opened the door still smiling, then stopped. His jaw dropped. It was impossible! No way was he seeing this.

In front of Jason, looking a little shaggy and confused, but otherwise fine… stood the Son of Poseidon… Percy.

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