Yay! So this is kinda like a filler/ transition chapter. allen r complained about there not being enough romance in this. I'M SORRY! I have no real world experience with this kind of thing. Anyways, he gave me a couple of things and I tried my best. Hopefully I succeeded.

Enjoy the story!

Disclaimer: Don't own PJO! Wish I did. Oh well...

Zeta POV

It was about a week later. Annabeth was comfortably settling in to our routine around here. Which completely ticked her off. Why I have no idea. Maybe it's because Sam and I have no routine. Nah, that can't possibly be it.

Anyways, this morning, I headed to Annabeth's room, which was conveniently located right across the hall. I poked my head in and called softly, "Annabeth. You awake?" No answer. I crossed the room to her bed and looked at her sleeping form. I shook her shoulder. "Annabeth. Wake up."

She groaned and sat up. "What time is it?"

"Oh, around 6:00." I replied, kissing her on the forehead. "And also, Good Morning!"

She pulled away and glared at me. "Perseus Jackson! How dare you wake me up at 6 in the morning!"

I tried putting on my most innocent face. "I thought we could spend more time together if I woke you up earlier."

"That is a bunch of Minotaur dung and you know it!" she shrieked.

Well it was worth a try. "So what? I woke you up and there's nothing you can do about it." I retorted, sticking out my tongue.

"Watch me." Annabeth replied, leaping out of bed.

I scrambled off the bed and made a break for the door. Unfortunately, the fates weren't on my side and Annabeth tackled me and started to punch me on my arms and stomach.

"You terrible person!" she yelled as she hit me.

I grabbed both her arms mid- punch and held them there. "Whoa, Annabeth. Calm down. I only woke you an hour earlier. No harm done." I stared into her eyes, and she stopped attempting to murder me.

Just then Sam walked in rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "Hey," she yawned. "I thought I heard yells coming from-" She paused, noticing Annabeth and I on the floor. "Is this- um- a bad time?"

I managed to pull my eyes off Annabeth's stormy gray ones and looked up at Sam. "Nah. It's just Annabeth getting mad about her interrupted sleep schedule. Go back to bed."

Sam yawned again. "Good idea Punk. I'll need some more energy if I'm going to crush you later today when we spar." She turned, walked out the door and and closed it behind her.

Annabeth turned back to me. "I'm still getting you back for this."

I laughed. "I would expect nothing less from my Wise Girl." I replied.

She glanced over at the clock. "Hey, Perce? It's almost 7:00. Breakfast." She got up off me and went to go get a bath towel from her closet. "Okay Seaweed Brain. I'm going to take a shower now."

I slowly got up. "So?"

"Sooo." Annabeth replied, shoving me out the door, "It means get out!"

"Fine," I sighed, pecking her on the cheek, "I'll see you in the kitchen. Pancakes?"

"Yep. The blueberry ones." she said, closing her door.

Later in the kitchen (Like 15 minutes later)

I was flipping the pancakes over, making sure they weren't burning on either side, when Annabeth walked in.

She sniffed the air. "Mmmm. Something smells yummy. I'm surprised you haven't burned down the kitchen yet."

Another voice entered. "Me too." Sam entered and plopped herself down on the couch. Yeah, there's a couch in the kitchen for some reason. I don't question Chaos though.

"So Punk." she asked. "Are you making me nibbled too?"

"Nope. Sorry. This chef is just about done with the pancakes. You should have gotten here sooner."

Sam grumbled a few choice words under her breath as she stood and got a box of Fruit Loops out of the cabinet and the milk out from the fridge. "I swear Punk. This is cruel and unusual punishment. If we were on Earth I would plead the 8th!"

"You know Sam." I told her. "Some days I think you have Zeus, the big melodramatic god, as a dad."

She shivered at this thought. "Chaos forbid." she replied, pouring the milk over her cereal and sitting down on the couch again.

I checked the pancakes. Perfectly golden brown. Success! I scooped them onto a plate and brought them over to where Annabeth had joined Sam. "Your pancakes milady."

She giggled and took the plate from me. "Wow Percy these smell amazing!"

"You doubted my cooking?" I replied, faking a hurt tone.

"A little. Remember that one time at camp."

"Not fair." I whined. "Nico shadow traveled into the kitchen and made the chicken get too hot."

"Excuses, excuses." she replied. She took a fork from my hand and took a bite of the pancake. "Delicious, but needs butter."

"Right away!" I said, speeding away to get the requested item from the fridge.

I returned, butter in hand and we both dug in. Finally, we reached the last bite of pancake.

I motioned for Annabeth to take it. "I made it for you. You can eat it."

She shook her head, "No way. You made them, you eat it."

"No you!"

"No you!"

"No you!"

"No you!"

"SHUT IT!" Sam yelled. "Guys, have your lover's quarrel somewhere else! You're driving me nuts!"

We both blushed and I quickly popped the food in my mouth.

Sam sighed in relief. "Now that that's settled. Anyone up for a little training."

"Sure." we both said at the same time.

"Great. Meet you in the arena." With that. Sam stood up and exited the room.

We waited until she was out of earshot when both of us burst into fits of laughter.

"Lover's quarrel?" Annabeth gasped. "Really?"

"I do have some strange friends."

"Obviously." she replied, still gasping for air.

I stood up and held my hand out to her. "Ready to go get out butts handed to us by Sam."

"Sure." she replied, taking my hand and rising from the couch.

We walked out of the room, hand in hand, still giggling about Sam and her weird expressions.

Definitely as close to Elysium as I can get I thought.

So. As always, tell me how I did. I'm always looking to improve and, uh stuff like that. PM, Review, not picky.