Just a heads up: I'm making Percy's memories third person POV. please excuse mistakes.

Previously

"Percy. You shouldn't have left Olympus." I spun around to find-

Percy's POV

"Dad?"

"Especially with her."

"Dad what are you-"

"Percy-" Annabeth choked as water filled the air bubble slowly.

"Dad, stop! You're hurting Annabeth!" I begged. He stretched his arm out and pulled her body next to him. Her chin was up, trying to catch some last breaths of oxygen.

"Dad!" I shouted. "What's wrong with you?"

"Why are you siding with your kidnapper?" He roared angrily.

"My- what? Kidnapper? Father, I came here on my own. She followed me. Let her go!" Shock and regret rippled through the water, radiating off of my father.

"She's going to be out for a while." He muttered. The air bubble widened, to fit her whole body. She dropped against it, floating in the water lifelessly.

"Percy," he began.

"Why are you here Father?" I said quietly.

"You-"

"-left Olympus. I know. I needed to see our house."

"We were worried."

"Of course." There was a stretch of silence.

"Let's go back, Percy."

"I'll be there by morning, Father." He opened his mouth to protest, but he stopped. He closed his eyes and the water vanished.

"I know, Father. The sea does not like to be restrained." I muttered. He left without another word. Annabeth was on the floor. The whole room was dry, and the only trace of what my father did was Annabeth. She was soaked from head to toe.

"I'm so sorry." I murmured, kneeling next to her. She shivered and coughed up water. She began trembling violently. Hurriedly, I scooped her up and placed her in the bathtub. I turned on the hot water, letting her soak herself with the warmness. Her clothes floated around in the tub, and she rested, spreading out.

"I'll be in the room. Take off your clothes and have a nice, warm bath, alright?" I said softly. She nodded slightly. I left the bathroom and heard sopping wet clothes hit the tile floor. After about an hour, she called out.

"Percy? Do you have clothes I can borrow?"

"Yeah, let me just go get some." I walked into my closet and stopped. I had a better idea. I walked into my mom's room, and walked into her closet. I picked out sweatpants and a loose shirt for Annabeth, along with a sweater. She was already on my bed when I got back. Wearing a towel, of course. She smiled and took the clothes from me.

"Hey Percy can you dry my clothes? Like I need my bra and underwear."

"Sure. Let me just go down and-"

"It's wet with water, Percy. You can use your powers."

"Right." I walked into the bathroom, just grabbing her clothes. They instantly dried.

"Can you do that with my hair?" She joked.

"Why not?" I shrugged. I touched her hair, instantly willing it to dry. They fell out of my hand in soft blond curls. She went into the bathroom and changed. It was almost 7 in the morning.

"Tired?" I asked. I was on the bed, dressed in a fresh pair of dark jeans and a Camp Half Blood T-shirt. She sat next to me, and sighed.

"Yeah. But you should be even more tired."

"Yeah? Why?"

"They're gonna tap into your mind again." She reminded quietly.

"Oh. Right." I mustered a small smile. She bit her lip.

"I'm sorry, Percy."

"For what? I don't remember you doing anything wrong."

"I- Nevermind." She got up quickly.

"Annabeth?"

"Let's go." She muttered. I blinked in confusion but nodded slowly. What did she want to say?

Annabeth's POV

"Let's get started, shall we?" Apollo said, clapping his hands together. Percy's face looked pained.

"Of course." He muttered.

"C'mon kid." Apollo said. The light swirled around his fingers and touched Percy's lips. The memory from yesterday popped up.

"20 more lashes just for that."

"Yes ma'am." Percy was looking down.

"Kronos will see to your punishment. Go lock yourself up." Annabeth ordered. Percy got up, wincing, his wounds from his first punishment, which was just yesterday, rippling across his back. He stood against the wall in the far right corner. Iron bars slammed down around him, making him flinch away. His fingers wrapped around the bars, his face fearful.

"Did I say go into the corner or lock yourself up?" Annabeth demanded. He winced and picked up the cuffs that restrained him to the wall. He snapped the cuffs tightly around his wrists and slid down the wall, blinking tears out of his eyes.

"10 more lashes." Annabeth growled. "10 more if you can't figure out what you did wrong." Percy's head snapped up, scrambling to his knees just as Kronos walked in. His hands closed in around the bars again, staring down at the dirt floor. Kronos sneered down at Percy.

"Up." He ordered. Percy stood directly behind the bars.

"How many?" Kronos asked.

"50."

"Why?"

"20 because I was bored. 20 because he didn't kneel when I called him. 10 for almost not kneeling when you came in. He fixed himself, which is why it's only 10."

"Alright." He flicked the whip making it snap loudly. Percy winced.

"I swear it won't happen again." He begged, backing up against the wall, bunching up his chains. "Just give me another chance, please, Lord Kronos." He looked at Kronos with pleading eyes. Kronos laughed maniacally and snapped the whip against the iron bars.

His eyes narrowed and his mood changed in a second. "Don't question our decisions. Ever." Percy swallowed nervously and nodded slightly.

"Perseus, oh Perseus." Kronos tsked. Percy stayed in the corner silently, watching with wide eyes. "Do you want to get whipped on your chest?" Percy shook his head.

"Then lock yourself up so you don't." He snapped. Percy flinched and nodded.

"I- I thought I had to kneel in front of you." He stuttered nervously.

"I thought I had to kneel in front of you, sir." Kronos said, his eyes narrow. Percy was itching to say something.

"You don't have to call me 'sir.'" Percy retorted. Oh, he said it..

The whole room gasped. Poseidon looked slightly proud while my mother looked like she was going to slap Percy for being such an idiot. Ares was grinning at Percy's defiance like 'he's definitely Barnacle Beard's son'.

"Excuse me?" Kronos growled. Percy's head snapped up. You could almost hear his thoughts. Should I take it back? Nah.. YOLO!

"I said, no need to call me sir, Lord Kronos." Percy spat.

"There you are, you defiant piece of crap. Annabeth, bars up. I want nothing in between me and my son's kid while I torture him. Oh, Perseus. Did I mention that your smart mouth got you 100 lashes?"

"Stop." I told Apollo. He pulled away from Percy.

"What?"

"He can't go through that again, I don't want to see him go through that again, and it gets very bloody. No one wants to see that. Again, or for the first time." I stated easily.

"Next memory then."

Percy looked like death. He looked like he just came off a battle field while 100 people were attacking him. He was leaning against the cold iron bars of his cell. His eyes were fluttering open and closed briefly.

"Jackson." Luke's cold voice echoed through the empty hallway.

"Yes, sir?" Percy managed, pulling himself onto his knees.

"Annabeth has summoned you." Luke announced. Percy nodded, swallowing nervously. He pulled himself up, stumbling into Luke when the door opened.

"Get off of me!" Luke roared. He threw Percy off of him, slamming him into a wall. Percy's ribs cracked, but he could do nothing but wince.

"I'm sorry, Master Luke."

"Go!" Luke shouted. Percy scrambled up, seeing the fury in Luke's blue eyes. He stumbled into the empty training area, confused.

"He-Hello?" Percy looked around with alert eyes.

"Perseus." A voice whispered at his ear. He jumped, his heart pounding.

"Who- What do you want from me?" His voice cracked. Tan hands with glossy black nails pushed his shoulders back. He stumbled into Scythian Silver bars that were definitely not there when he entered. Confused, he looked at Annabeth, who had fully appeared. She smirked and snapped. The rest of the Scythian Silver bars slammed down around him, making him jump and flinch back. The little cell barely gave him moving room, being just able to make a full spin around.

"I would kneel but I'm a little busy." He said quietly.

"Was that sarcasm, Perseus?"

"No! I was just-" Sighing, he wrapped his fingers around the bars, his dark hair shadowing his eyes.

"When was your last punishment, Perseus?"

"My name's Percy, my lady." He replied weakly.

"When was it, Perseus?" She asked, casually flicking out a dagger and holding it under Percy's chin.

"Three days ago." He said, looking at the blade.

"Form?" She demanded.

"Whipping."

"Proof?"

"Back." She threw the dagger behind her, perfectly hitting the bull's-eye.

"Shirt." She snapped. Percy blinked, then took off his shirt with a little struggle. He stuck it out through the bars. She held it with two fingers and dropped it to the floor.

"Turn." She ordered. Percy showed her his back. It was zigzagged with scars, the muscle still evidently there. His back was smeared with a thin layer of dried blood and the scars were still fresh.

"Uch, when was the last time you showered?"

"Um, you mean when was the last time I got sprayed with cold water and left in the freezer? Like 2 weeks ago."

"Sarcasm detected." She said flatly. Percy's eyes widened.

"N-no s-sorry, my lady. Force of habit.." He trailed off. "I'm sorry." He forced out.

"Sorry doesn't cut it Jackson." She retorted.

"Arms." She snapped. Percy reluctantly stuck out his arms through the bars. She slapped metal bracelets onto them and Percy's arms flew up, meeting above his head. Annabeth stepped up onto the ledge in the cell and replaced the metal bracelets with handcuffs. Then, she hooked the chain to the top of the bars, making him float a good foot off of the ground. Wincing, he managed a pained smile.

"Comfortable?"

"Very." He gritted out.

"Sarcasm again, dear?" Annabeth mocked. Percy paused, shifting then immediately wincing. He seemed to think about it.

"Yes."

"Excuse me?"

"You asked."

"Perseus Jackson. You will not treat me like Luke or Kronos. I'm more dangerous." She growled.

"I doubt-" He shifted again, wincing "-that Kronos or Luke would like to hear that."

"Of course not. But they can't hurt me."

"No?"

"Of course."

"Why not?"

"I'm immortal, Perseus."

"What? Annabeth, how could you?" Percy's voice cracked. "We- We were supposed to be together forever. I'm going to die and you're going to live forever. I thought- I thought we were.."

"Thought we were what, Jackson?" She snarled.

"I thought we were friends. I thought we were best friends. I thought you loved me."

"Lies, Perseus. Lies." She hissed.

"No."

"Yes, Jackson. Friends? Please. Best friends? No way. Love? Dream on."

"No. No! Look me in the eye and say that you don't love me! Look me in the eye and say that you never loved me! Look me in the eye and say that our love was fake!"

"I don't love you, I never loved you, and our love was fake." She said, looking him straight in the eyes.

"I don't believe you."

"Why the hell not?"

"Many reasons, lady Annabeth. But, here's one. Our love? It's something you can't fake and you couldn't fake. Our love was real. You can't fake a love like ours." He said. She looked at me. Then, she removed the bars. She gave me a good punch in the stomach before spitting in my face.

"I never loved you, you worthless piece of shit. Get it through your head! I" she slapped him and his head snapped to the left "never" another slap; snap to the right "loved" slap; left "or will EVER love" hard slap and so on "someone" slap "like" slap "you." She gave him another hard slap across the face. His cheeks were dark red and one of his eyes were swollen shut. His lips were busted.

"Oh yeah?" He managed, wincing. He licked his dry lips, tasting blood. "Who am I?"

"A worthless" slap "murderer" slap "and a piece" slap "of trash" slap "who has no one" slap "to love him" slap. "Especially" slap "me." Annabeth finished. Then, with all her strength, she slapped him across the face, making his head snap to the side quickly.

"Alright, now who are you?"

"A worthless murderer and a piece of trash who has nobody to love him, especially you." The emotional damage was greater than the blows she delivered.

"But, I'm a worthless murderer who loves you. I'm a piece of trash who loves you. I have no one to love me, but I love you."

"Stop." I said to Apollo. "It gets gory after that." I rasped. In reality, he gets to go to sleep. But I couldn't bear to see myself torture him more, when it was so obvious that he loved me. Apollo removed his hands from Percy, not really looking like he believed me. When Percy woke up, I jumped at him, hugging him tightly and saying sorry again and again. Percy shoved me off of him.

"What?" I asked, my heart breaking. He saw it. He remembered the cold look in my eyes. He thought I hated him. He hates me. A thousand thoughts swirled through my head. He hates me.

"Never say sorry to me. I don't deserve it." He muttered. That just made my heart break more. I did this to him.

"Percy!" I sobbed, hugging him. He hugged me back.

"I love you." He said quietly, almost tentatively.

"I love you too." I said immediately, without a second thought. "I'm sorry. I'm really really really sorry." I rushed out. He frowned.

"I-"

"No. Stop. Take the damn apology. I might not give another one."

"Why?"

"My pride won't let me." I said, a small smile breaking through. I could see the disappointed stares of the Olympians for what I put Percy through. Percy seemed to sense my discomfort.

"I thought I told you guys." Percy said quietly.

"Pardon?" Artemis said.

"I thought I told you guys not to judge Annabeth. I thought I said-" His voice broke. He inhaled deeply. "I thought I told you that Annabeth was in a lot of my memories. I told you not to judge her. If you don't stop, I'm not giving you my memories. We already have it hard, as it is." He shot a look at Hera. "We can manage pain together but we can't if we're not united. So stop. I'm not sharing my memories until you guys can accept the fact that she was under the Titan Lord's influence!" He grabbed my arm and stormed out. We walked to the elevator. Once we got in, it was quiet and Percy looked like he was crying.

"Percy?" I asked tentatively. He looked away, biting his lip.

"I'm fine." He said, his voice cracking.

"Percy-"

"I'm fine, Annabeth. I just need some fresh air. Come with me?" He asked hopefully. I nodded, smiling warmly. The doors dinged open and we walked out, hand in hand.

"I'm sorry. Did I- Did that whole thing upset you?" He asked. I bit my lip.

"It surprised me. But, it didn't- I didn't- I understand, Percy. It's been hard."

"Okay." He said. Once we were outside, I took note of the time. It was already beginning to get dark, and we couldn't have been in there for more than an hour. Glancing at Percy, he looked confused as well.

"What-"

"I don't know." I shivered.

"Are you cold?"

"No." I wasn't lying. Something felt off. It wasn't cold, however. I saw a figure dart across the street, in our path. Something clicked in my head.

"Percy! We have to go!" I shouted. He saw the figure, too. Gripping his hand, we ran towards the Empire State Building. We crashed into another figure. The man grabbed Percy. Struggling, Percy tried to land a punch on the guy, but the guy was too strong. He thrashed in his arms, his hair falling over his eyes. Percy shouted profanities at the man, many I can't repeat. The guy grabbed Percy tightly, making him wince. Percy's mouth was covered with a hand and his arms were behind his back. The fear and pain was evident on his face. But so was the stubbornness.

"Percy!" I screamed. I threw myself at the man, landing a good punch on his face. I darted around him, slashing out my dagger. It passed through him harmlessly.

"What-"

"I'm not a child of the gods. I'm mortal." He sneered. The guy behind us grabbed my wrists and pulled me away from the man holding Percy. I lifted my leg behind me and kicked his soft spot. He grunted, his grip on me loosening. I slipped out of his grip and ripped Percy out of his grip. Percy yelped and rolled to the ground. Thank God for his quick reflexes. Percy jumped up, beginning to help me fight. He kneed the guy who was bent over in the nose. Grunting, he fell to the ground. Percy swiped at his stomach and the guy passed out.

"Annabeth, GO!" He shouted. He kicked the guy in the chest, making him stumble back.

"No way!" I said, landing a good punch on his face. He flicked out a knife, making us draw back.

"Annabeth, go." Percy growled.

"No!" I whispered fiercely.

"Aw, the lovebirds are fighting bad guys together!" The guy cooed.

"Annabeth. Go get my father. Go!" Percy shouted. He pushed me away and began fighting. I sprinted towards the building, wincing every time I heard Percy grunt.

"Miss! You need to go through security-"

"Perseus Jackson. Heard of him? Yeah he's fighting for his life right now so shut up! I need to get an audience with Poseidon. YES HE'LL BE EXPECTING ME!" I shouted while running. The doors opened and I willed them to go up quickly. I sprinted into the throne room.

"Annabeth! Where's Percy?" Poseidon asked urgently.

"Please, Lord Poseidon. You have to come quick. Two guys were attacking Percy and he told me to come get you. One of the guys was passed out and Percy's fighting the other guy. He had a knife." I rushed out. Poseidon gripped my arm and flashed us out of there. We appeared right where Percy was fighting the guy.

"Annabeth, where is he?" Poseidon asked worriedly.

"No. He can't be gone! No! Did you plant the tracker in him yet?" I asked. Poseidon nodded.

"Then check it! Hurry!" I shouted. I shrunk back. "I mean, please, Lord Poseidon." He waved his hand at me, pulling out his phone.

"Percy's still here. He's right behind me.." His eyes widened. "Trap!" He pulled me down, ducking just as a bullet shot over our heads. I looked behind him and saw them in an alley. Percy was bound, hands and feet, and he had a nasty gash on his arm. He was standing in the alley's corner with the guy who we knocked out holding him. Percy had a gun to his temple and chest heaved. The guy had a hand over Percy's mouth and there was a thin layer of sweat on Percy's face.

"Lord Poseidon, get Percy away from there. I'll fight off this one." I said. I pulled out my dagger, then realized it had no effect on the guy. He's mortal. Then, my dagger morphed into a pistol.

"Thanks Lord Ares!" I shouted. I moved my hands up, aiming at the guy. We circled around each other. He pulled the trigger. I ducked and rolled out of the way. As I was getting up, he shot my shoulder. Percy screamed. I cried out and pulled the trigger on my own gun. He fell, instantly dead. I inspected the damage. He was dead. There was a bullet straight through his heart. Nice aim. I complimented myself. I rushed over to Percy. Poseidon was fighting the guy.

"Lord Poseidon, duck!" I said. He did and I shot at the guy's head. He fell against the brick wall lifelessly.

"Trap." Percy breathed as we undid his bonds. "It's a trap. There's someone else."

"What?" I asked.

"It's a trap! One guy couldn't have bested me alone. It was three guys." He said. "Dad, get us out of here!"

"Not so fast." A voice pain from the bullet wound set in. Wincing, I shifted my shoulder.

"What do you want?" I managed. Percy flexed his wrists, shaking off the pain.

"Annabeth, go. You're hurt." He whispered in my ear. I stared at him. I lifted his wounded arm.

"You're hurt." I said.

"I can take care of myself."

"What do you want?" I asked, ignoring Percy.

"I want Percy." The man said. Percy inhaled sharply. He recognized the person.

"You can have me if you let them go." Percy said, motioning towards me and his dad.

"No, Percy." I growled. "He won't be taking anyone today."

"She's right." Poseidon stepped in. "Leave, before I incinerate you." Poseidon's voice was scarily calm, but the guy scoffed.

"Please, Lord Poseidon." His title was a mockery on his lips. "Go ahead. Incinerate me."

"Dad, no!" Percy screamed.

"Who is he?" I whispered.

"Kronos, please. He's your son!" Percy shouted. Poseidon was slammed against the wall and it looked like he was trying to disappear. Percy's eyes darkened at the sight of his father struggling. He picked up the gun and shot Kronos. It didn't do any damage but he turned on Percy.

"Was two centuries of torture not enough?" He snarled.

"I will never stop protecting the people I love." Percy said.

"So, if I.." Kronos stretched out his arm and I flew into his arms. The gun flew out of Percy's hand and into Kronos' right against my temple.

"Percy, go." I said, my voice cracking. "I'm going to die either way."

"No! No.. No.. Annabeth, please we- we-" He bit his lip.

"Oh, Annabeth, you stained my shirt! Let me help you." Kronos said mockingly. He stuck his finger into my wound. I gasped in pain, starting to sweat.

"Oh, wow.." He said, pulling his finger out. He wiped the blood off onto my face.

"You see this blood, Perseus?" Kronos cooed. "This was from her shoulder wound. 1 minute and this will be from torture."

"1 minute? Only 1 minute?" Percy demanded weakly.

"Only 1 minute for what?" I asked. Kronos dug the gun into my temple harder. I winced.

"1 minute to submit." Percy said weakly.

"Submit what?"

"Where's the knife, Kronos?" Percy sighed. A blade clattered to the floor in front of Percy's feet. He swiped it up and made a clean cut across his palm. He moved his hand, letting the blood drip to the ground, watching his blood.

"Percy what-" Kronos dropped the gun and replaced it with a blade. His scythe. He placed it under my chin and whispered in my ear.

"Shut up, or I'll kill you." I didn't want to, but I obeyed. I could feel the cold, powerful aura from his blade. Percy swiped open his other palm, wincing. Poseidon struggled out of Kronos' grip, apparently knowing what was going to happen. Poseidon blasted water at Kronos, who flew 2 feet backward. The scythe was knocked out of his hand, but he was still holding me. Percy flung the knife with precise aim, otherwise, it would've killed me. It embedded itself in Kronos' shoulder and he roared in pain. I rolled out of his grip and backed away. He growled and flashed out.

"Percy what were you about to do?" I asked.

"Nothing." He muttered.

"Percy?"

"I'll see you on Olympus." He muttered. "Dad?" Poseidon nodded and Percy disappeared.

"Lord Poseidon, what was he about to do?"

"Look at the pattern his blood made. Look at the color of his blood." He said calmly. Curious, I walked over to the spot.

"Yours." His blood was dripped onto the ground and made a word.

"What was that supposed to do?" I asked.

"Look at the color, Annabeth." I looked more closely and saw flecks of gold in his blood.

"Is he-?"

"He's not immortal. Not yet, anyways. He's not fully immortal."

"Then what?"

"This alley is not just any alley. It's a portal to the Underworld."

"That's impossible! There are only two ways to the Underworld!"

"And no one was supposed to know about the two that are known."

"So what was it supposed to do?"

"It was supposed to help him defy death. If Percy had put his palms together while standing on his blood, chains would have appeared on his wrists and ankles. It takes away the immortality."

"Then why be immortal in the first place?"

"This type of immortality is different. If Percy had finished, he would've become the most powerful man in the universe. Forget Titans, giants and gods. He could've made us bend to our will. That's why he didn't want to. If it was chains on his wrists for your freedom, he would've done it. But Kronos wants to be powerful. To save you, he'd destroy the world. That's what almost happened today. The chains would have transferred that powerfulness into Kronos." Poseidon said.

"Oh." I said quietly. Poseidon sighed.

"It's been a long day and Percy has escaped one prison for another. Go easy on him, alright?"

"Yes, sir." I said. He cracked a smile.

"How's Mr. Jackson for now?" He said wistfully. He smiled and disappeared. A note fluttered i to view. I picked it up.

When you're ready to come back to Olympus, just say the words. -Mr. Jackson.

Smiling, I said the words.

"Take me home." Warm light engulfed me and I smelled the sea. It reminded me of Percy. I had to leave that paradise, however. I stumbled onto Olympus, just outside the throne room.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you." Percy said behind me. I ran to him and tackled him in a hug.

"You're an idiot." I muttered before kissing him. "But you're my idiot." I smiled. All was well, for now atleast.

DONE! It's not the end of the book, pshhhttttt. But again, slow updates. I have to do this secretly.

QOTD:

"There's a difference between surviving and living. There's a difference between alive and just breathing." -TooLazyToSearchItUp

Anyways: did I do that before whoops lmfao

Anyways love you all! Have a great day or great night I guess.

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