A/N: I know, I know. I need to be better about updating, but I've been busy. It happens. So get off my back and enjoy the story! Reviews welcome, as always!

DISCLAIMER: All rights to the wonderful Rick Riordan, he's the one who brought Percy into our world…We should all thank him with cookies…but only if Percabeth makes it out of Tartarus…..

Annabeth

Amnesia is dark. And it's painful. And it's very lonely. Amnesia is like a thousand bricks lying on top of your brain, smothering you. Every time you try to remember, try to even think of the past your brain is sucked a little more into a black hole, a little more over the edge. You eventually learn not to try and remember, because it's too painful, too dangerous.

Everyone keeps telling me things. Their eyes say they are telling the truth, but only a few things sounded right, only a few still do. My name is Annabeth, I am a demigod, my favorite animal is an owl, and strangely, one cabin once put chocolate bunnies on top of another at Easter.

They tell me that I'm the smartest at camp, but I'm so confused and easily lost. They say I'm a strategist. That I am a fighter, and a leader. They assure me that I helped defeat the titans, that I was a hero. Thalia said I was in love with a guy named Luke. That I am, or was, in love with Percy. I don't see how. I don't feel in love. I still feel lost. I feel like I'm groping a smooth wall in a dark room, looking for the light switch. If only so I can see again.

I guess, if anything, I feel less guilt that I did in December. I talked with Percy again. He barely responded, and nothing was personal. I barely asked questions, still nothing personal. Then we walked away and still don't speak. Two steps forward and one back. At least he makes eye contact now.

Valentine's Day is right around the corner. I don't want to be here, watching all the silly happiness, and puppy dog love of new couples. Several people offered to "set me up". I couldn't do it. I know they would coerce Percy there, and I just can't do that. How can I try to fall in love with someone I don't even know, especially if I don't even know myself?

Percy

Everything is dark. My bunk is dark. My cabin is dark. The sky and ground and ocean are dark. Even my mind is dark. There isn't any sunshine, not even the stars. Even sunny days are filled with darkness. Annabeth…

Annabeth. Even she is dark to me. She used to be so beautiful, so wonderful. She made me so happy. Now she doesn't know me. And it's too painful to try and talk to her; it's too painful to look at her. I can see it in her eyes. She wants me to be happy, without her. She wants me to be happy in spite of her. Annabeth tries so hard to make it okay, talking to me. She tries so hard. But I just can't do it. I can't forget her. She can't see that. I need her to stop trying. She is why I was happy and she is why I'm not now.

I just can't take it anymore. I can't stay, I need some space. I need to leave, to go somewhere.

Monday morning, I pack a bag. A small one, one I could carry while I travel. Where I'm going, I'm not sure, but I know it's away from here. Away from New York. Maybe I'll go back to California. Reyna would gladly let me back into camp. Jason and Piper would have tons of questions about camp, seeing as they haven't been here since June. I would be a good roman, even though I'm Greek.

I trek to the top of Half-Blood Hill, to a side that is easily hidden from the rest of camp. I am ten feet from the top when I realize someone's there already.

Quietly sitting on the hill is a girl. She sits with her shoulders slumped and her hands brushing the grass on the hill. Her arms are covered in scratches and her shoes are caked in mud. Her shirt and jacket hang off her body, too big and ripped, covered in dirt and blood. Her head is hanging and I think I see tears dripping from her face. I've never seen her so sad. I don't even know how she got here.

I think about turning away, leaving camp from another spot and telling Chiron about her from an anonymous phone call. But I can't. I'm glued to the spot, watching her form. Watching her act weak for the first time ever.

I turn to leave and he quiet scratchy voice whispers, "Don't go Percy." I freeze, unsure of how she knows it's me; she never lifted her head or shifted her eyes.

I walk up and sit next to her. Her black hair is knotted and dirty and it leaves a streak across her forehead when she brushes a piece back. "Reyna," I whisper. "What are you doing here?"

She just smiles. A shy, slight smile. So sweet and sad, especial for how tired and hurt she must be. "The same thing you're doing here. I ran away."

The similarities of our actions shock me. I almost believe that she of all people would leave her duty. Reyna, so strong and sturdy, the absolute leader of Camp Jupiter, running away. "Why Reyna, why here?"

"Because," her voice cracks a little, "it's the first place I thought of to run. It's safe here." She shrugs. I know she's lying, or at least not telling the whole truth. "I know you think it's stupid Percy."

"No. I get it." Her look of distain had me trying again. "I actually do. Camp Jupiter was the first place I thought of too. And you're right. I was going to run away."

"What's stopping you?"

"Right now? Umm…" I stuttered. "I need to get you to the big house."

I stood up and started down the slightly broken path. "Come on, it's this way." I walk back toward her and, for the first time, notice how swollen and purple her knee is. I grab her hands and pull her up. Reyna cries out and tears slid down her face, running marks into the grim.

"Don't worry. I've got you." I say, trying to reassure her.

"Maybe I should worry. You aren't known to be the steadiest on your feet." She jokes, wincing through the pain.

After a while, we reach the Big House. I knock on the door and call for Chiron.

He comes to the entryway slowly. "My boy, what is so important that you are here at 4:30 in the morning?"

"Reyna. She's here and injured," I say impatiently.

"Oh! Come in here Reyna."

Reyna limps into the infirmary. Chiron is following closely with the medic kit in hand. He turns back and says before the door shuts, "You seem happier this morning Percy, it's nice to see."

Standing, staring at the door for twenty-five minutes I realize something. He's right. This is the first time I've felt happy in months. The first time I've smiled.