Okay, so I realize this is unrealistic and a little cheesy, but you guys apparently don't mind much, so I'm going to continue. Thank you for the reviews sorry I don't update this story all the time, but I've got a lot of crap this quarter. So bear with me.

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own PJO. You don't need to rub it in.

Percy burst out the door of the apartment complex. His breath was shaky. His eyes were wide while his head tried to process what he had just done.

"He went into the apartment complex next to him and ran up the stairs with too much adrenaline to take the elevator.

"Chase!" He yelled as he banged on the door. He waited, but there was no reply.

"Chase!" He called again. The door opened, but it wasn't the golden haired girl he had expected to see.

"Percy?" Annabeth's father said.

"Where's-"

"I have no idea. I was hoping that you would know. You two went to that dance last night, but she never returned."

"What? But we-"

Then it hit him. With all he had been through this morning there was no way he would remember what had happened. That night came flooding back to him like the flood inside his house. Completely taking over his mind. Was she still at that camp?

She never came back with me.

It was the only place he could think of her being. She seemed fascinated by it, and it didn't look as if she wanted to follow Percy out. He never saw her leave her spot.

"I know where your daughter is." Percy breathed.

"Well where is she? Tell me I'll go get her!"

"I'm sorry, but umm, I'll have to go get her."

He gave Percy "Young man. I would suggest you not to. I believe you have gotten her in enough trouble as it is."

"I'm sorry, but I have to go." Percy took off again down the stairs.

By the time we got in the car, he had no idea where he was going.

"So you ready to go back?"

Percy whipped his head towards the source of the voice. A girl stood outside his car peeking in his window.

"Who are you?"

"Clarisse! Now let's go!"

"Clarisse?"

"Yes, now let's go."

Clarisse pulled Percy out of the car and got in the driver's seat.

"Where are we going?"

"Well you said you wanted to see Annabeth."

Percy looked at her in bewilderment.

"How long have you been listening?"

"Long enough."

"Wait I remember you. You are the other person on the bus back."

"Yeah, and I'm about to just leave you. I've got kids I've got to train. Are you coming kelp face?"

"To Camp Half-Blood?"

"Yes." Clarisse was growing very impatient.

"I guess." Percy adjusted his leather jacket and hopped in.

It took a couple of hours for Percy's old car to get to Camp Half-Blood. Percy followed Clarisse into camp. It looked exactly the same, not that he was expecting it to be any different. When he looked towards the sky he noticed horse with wings flying around. Cries let out among the kids clashing their swords. Percy was absolutely bewildered when he saw a green person.

Sphew

An arrow flew over his head and landed on the tree a few feet in front of him.

"Sorry!" Someone yelled from behind.

As he continued walking everything escaped his mind. He was truly fascinated by everything that was surrounding him. People were sparring while shielding their body from the hard blows of the sword. Some of the kids were very young, and Percy couldn't believe that they allowed them to throw daggers at each other. Just then a dagger landed right beside his right foot.

He stopped dead in his tracks.

"You!" Percy turned around to find a girl with stormy grey eyes trudging towards him.

"So you decided to come back?" She asked when she came up to him.

"No I came to get you," Percy shot at her.

"Well you don't anymore. I'm not leaving," she started walking away back towards here station.

"What? Yes you are!" Percy had to take long strides to keep up with her.

"No I'm not. I love this place. I'm staying here."

"Chase! Don't be an idiot!" She turned on her heel to look him straight in the eye.

"I'm sorry? Look around you Percy. Look I know I've only been here a day. I know my father is probably worried sick! I know that I've got a life back there. Yes, I know what you're going to say. But when I think of going back there I-," she stuttered, she looked around her taking in the world she was in, "I just can't see it. Percy. You may not understand this, but when I first stepped into this camp I felt like I belonged. It felt like home. I don't think I'm an idiot for staying. I think I would be an idiot to leave here. Anyone would."

Percy was speechless. He had no words for what she had just said.

"I'm not going to try to make-," Annabeth stopped when a low grumble shook the water beside them. The entire camp stilled. Until the second growl shook the ground underneath them.

Campers took out their swords, daggers, bows, and spears. Annabeth quietly took her dagger from her side. Percy was the only one on camp who didn't have a weapon. He spotted a shield about twelve feet away. His body hurtled forward just as the water erupted up like a volcano. He grabbed the shield and took a look at the intruder. It was huge. Percy had no idea what it was, but the other campers took a step back. He stood his ground, but fear arose in him.

The monster roared.

The camp was silent for a second. Nobody moved, and nobody spoke. The only sound was of the monster splashing water around. They waited.

"Attack!"

It was weak, but the campers attacked all at once Arrows shot up in the sky. Percy was too stunned to move. His eyes were wide and he could hardly breathe.

What the hell is that?

A scream woke him up. Annabeth was charging towards the monster thing.

"W-wait! What is that thing?"

Nobody paid Percy any attention.

The campers who were attacking seems hopelessly outmatched. The giant monster thing was sending them through the air with the flick of his finger.

Percy stayed where he was at. He had not moved. He was too confused. Too stunned. He didn't know what to do.

The camper just continued to charge the giant thing. Percy noticed some people playing a flute.

Yeah that's really going to help. What are they trying to do?

A scream then grew louder than any of their battle cries. Percy's head moved from the flute players. What he saw horrified him. A girl was lying under a giant's foot. Her arm was wrapped around her leg. Her blonde hair was the only thing he needed to see to be sure of who it was. Her dagger lied feet away. When Percy surged forward his path became blocked by campers who were flung away.

"Annabeth!" He screamed.

The foot came down slowly. It seemed like forever. Percy had no ideas, he had no way to get to her in time. If he did how would he save them?

As the foot came closer desperation grew in his chest, as anger grew heavier.

"Percy!"

He turned to see the man-horse galloping towards him.

"Take this!" Percy caught a golden pen which Chiron had thrown into the air.

When his skin touch the pen it was like nothing you've ever seen. He knew exactly what to do. Years later when people retell his story they say he didn't even realize he knew what he was doing. And he wasn't. It was as if his past was seeping through. A whirlpool of water gathered around him. Then Percy shot to the sky and the tunnel of water followed him spinning around dangerously.

Water erupted all around the giant. As its foot came down water blocked its path and knocked him off his balance as it shot upwards. The water wrapped around the struggling giant keeping him hostage.

"Leave here! If I ever see you here again I will make sure you never will see another day!"

The giant sunk in the water and left. Everyone expected him to come back up, but it never did. Percy was still in the sky. The water was out of control. He didn't know how to make it stop. He was trapped up there absolutely clueless of what he had just done, or how he got where he was.

"Percy! STOP!"

Percy looked down to see Annabeth screaming at him. There were other people supporting her yelling at him as well, but he couldn't hear them over the sound of the crashing water. He immediately calmed. The water calmed with him.

She was the voice.

But was it really her? Was it that Annabeth?

He reached the ground. The camp was again silent. They had all heard the stories. How the son of Poseidon died. How the daughter of Athena went down with him. But they never would have thought they would see history repeat itself after so many years. And they were right. It didn't repeat. Here they were. Alive and healthy. Shaken, but okay… For now.