Kay chapter ten immediately. I'll explain at the bottom, Rick owns the characters, etc.

Annabeth glanced over.

"I think I figured it- Percy? Are you alright?"

"And here she goes again, no, her brother certainly is not bleeding from wounds over. That's fine, I'm not important, focus on Percy who doesn't have any wounds." Malcolm said sarcastically. Percy doubled over, sweating beading his forehead. Annabeth rushed over with an extremely concerned look.

"Styx!" She swore. "Percy, try to ignore the pain!" She took out her water bottle and poured some water on him.

"It's not helping Wise Girl." He growled tightly.

"Uh, care to explain?" Malcolm questioned. It obviously wasn't a put on to get Annabeth's attention.

"UGGHHH!" Percy shouted hoarsely. He lurched to his feet and punched the rock they had been leaning against.

"Oh-kaay." Malcolm mumbled.

"Percy." Annabeth grabbed the black haired boy's shoulders. He was shaking and pale.

"I'm fine-"

"Like hell."

"-what do we do to close the Doors?" He panted. The pain had receded in his arm to a dull throb. It still hurt, just not as bad. Annabeth looked down and scuffed her shoe against the ground. She felt bad. She wasn't hurt at all and here was Percy, weak and shaky from old wounds and Malcolm, with new, very dangerous wounds. And she was going to have to ask them to help.

"We need all three of us." She said quietly.

"Annabeth." Percy pulled her in for a one-arm hug, holding his bad arm against his chest. "Doesn't mean we can't try."

"I don't want you to help. Percy, your arm just had a spasm from the poison and Malcolm, well you are injured. I don't want either of you to get hurt worse or killed trying to close those Doors. Please-"

"Come on." Percy walked over to the Doors. "Now, where do I have to push?"

"The front, where a door knob would be." Her voice was like, duh! Her face paled. "No! Percy don't-"

"Annabeth are you going to help me or not?" Annabeth took a second to make up her mind before nodding sharply. She took her place.

"PUSH!" She shouted. Percy threw his weight against the Door. They only had to go a few inches but it felt like he was holding the sky again. he vaguely heard Malcolm groan, felt water splash on him, giving strength to his limbs. The Door started forward extremely slowly. Mill by mill the Door inch-wormed closer to it's companion. Suddenly the extra push stopped.

"Malcolm!" Annabeth sounded angry. Percy abandoned his futile attempt and turned to see Malcolm leaning against the Door, white and panting heavily, blood gushing down his side. Annabeth's face was red. Percy could swear a small strip of her hair looked lighter than usual, almost...grey. With a sudden jolt he pulled his fringe down and found a little piece, not very big, turning a light tone. His gaze went back to Annabeth.

"What were you thinking?" She demanded. Woah, she looked mad. The sound was almost motherly. She must have been hanging around Sally too much, Malcolm thought. Then again, he'd never seen Percy's mother that much so he wouldn't know.

"You *cough* needed *wheeze* my-my help." He deteriorated in to a coughing fit, hacking and choking.

"Malcolm, you are not helping while you're in this state!" She sounded hysterical as she used a hand to gesture wildly at his wounds. Malcolm looked at Percy who looked shocked, like he never knew his girlfriend could sound like that. Perce, I need some help here! he pleaded silently. Apparently the older boy wasn't as thick as he seemed and Percy snapped out of his weird daze before striding forward and grabbing Annabeth's shoulder. She turned on him.

"I suppose you agree with him?" She planted her hands on her slim hips.

"Umm, yes and no." Percy scratched the back of his head, uncomfortable at how his girlfriend sounded like a mother. "I mean, I agree with you. He shouldn't help-"

"Hey!"

"- but, we need his help, Annabeth." He took her by the shoulders and looked her in the eye. "Just this once, Wise Girl. He can rest after that. Besides, the Doors are almost closed." He gestured behind him at the Doors which were indeed, almost closed. There was probably another inch to go. Annabeth huffed.

"I-" Percy kissed her, pulling away slowly.

"Just this once." He whispered. Annabeth looked torn between the decision. Agree with Percy or keep Malcolm on the ground. "Please." Percy said again, quietly. She sighed heavily.

"Fine," Percy grinned. "he has to rest afterwards though."

"You have a deal my lovely lady." Percy moved to help Malcolm stand. Annabeth watched as her brother went from pale to worse if that was possible.

"Per-"

"Annabeth, we had a deal. He can rest afterwards. There's only an inch left."

"Which may kill him!"

"Don't say things like that!" He argued.

"Can we- just *cough* get *cough, cough* on with- it?" Malcolm managed, hoarsely. He could swear they were like an old married couple. Married, He shuddered. Best leave those thoughts to the future. Annabeth sent both Percy and Malcolm a venomous look, turning to face the Doors.

"Hurry up. If we're going to do this there's not time like the present!" She snapped.

"Oh-kaay. Calm down when you want to..." Percy trailed off and went to the front of the Doors where he could push better.

"PUSH!" Annabeth yelled again except this time her voice was different, coated in anger. Malcolm heaved, throwing his weight against the Doors. The Doors inched forward. An echoing BANG resounded as the Doors swung shut. Malcolm groaned and slumped to the ground barely breathing.

"No, Malcolm!" Annabeth knelt down and felt for a pulse. It was there but faint.

"Percy, I need an IM. To Athena. NOW, PERCY!" Percy hurried to draw water up from the ground. He tossed a drachma through the mist.

"O Fleecy, do me a solid, Show me Athena on Olympus." The image rippled and Athena appeared with the 400 BC style hair, an extremely white chiton that had a silvery grey when the fabric moved, her sandal where gold like the circlet in her hair, the colour of which was a rich brown and curly like Annabeth's.

"Why do you strive to communicate with me at this time?" The goddess questioned.

"Your son. He had wounds and insisted on-"

"You supported him Percy!" Annabeth called.

"Fine, you were right this once-"

"I'm always right!"

"Stop being so sure of yourself! Your fatal-"

"Seaweed Brain, just get my mother here!"

"Well, if you hadn't insisted on arguing with me I might be able to tell her!"

"Did you already get her?" Annabeth asked with genuine surprise, standing up and walking over. Her grey eyes widened when she saw the IM of her mother, "Mother! Did Percy-"

"As I was saying before you interrupted me, Annabeth, Malcolm is close to death Lady Athena. He needs your help!" Athena looked suspicious.

"How do I know you are not lying?"

"Mom...?" Malcolm groaned.

"I'll go help him..." Percy turned to leave.

"Yeah, that'll be right. Leave the job to me!" She called.

"Gladly!" Percy yelled back.

"Insufferable, cute, incredibly annoying, Seaweed Brain!" She grumbled to herself, turning back to her mother.

"Does that mean you're going to break up with him?" Athena asked, raising an eyebrow. Annabeth looked shocked.

"What? No! I love him too much."

"Well, why have you requested this audience?"

"Like Percy said, Malcolm's hurt. He needs a god or goddess to heal him."

"Why not Apollo?"

"Prophecy line. Mother, please. I don't want him to die. He's too annoying to not have around." Athena sighed.

"Mortals are incredibly strange sometimes. I will come, but only for my son."

"Thank you Mother!"

"Save your praises for later! I shall be present soon." and with that Athena slashed through the mist, cutting the connection. Annabeth ran to Malcolm's side.

"Is he alright?" Percy wrapped an arm around her shoulders and held her close.

"He doesn't have long. You said Athena should be here soon. Annabeth, don't cry, please don't cry." Against her will, a tear streaked down her face only to be caught on Percy thumb as he brushed it off.

"You know I hate it when you cry, Wise Girl."

"I know." She sniffed loudly, trying to get rid of the tears unsuccessfully. Percy pulled her into a hug just as Athena appeared. She glanced curiously at the two and knelt by her son. She wasn't exactly a goddess of medicine but, she could heal wounds. What she would have to do is transfer some of her life force into Malcolm to jumpstart his body before healing his wounds. Even after, he would be weak. It was an old ritual and she started it as her daughter continued to cry silently into the sea spawn's shirt. She was still slightly reluctant to accept their relationship but the more she thought about it, the more she found she didn't really mind. Annabeth seemed happy and Athena came to the conclusion that that would be enough for her. She would follow Barnacle Beard's example and step out of their affinity towards each other. She had just finished the crux of the ritual and Malcolm's breathing eased, his eyes fluttered open but he lay still as his mother finished healing him. As the last wound healed Annabeth pulled the sea spawn closer to her and kissed him. Athena stared at them, slightly repulsed.

"Don't worry Mom. They do that all the time." Malcolm stated dryly. Annabeth pulled away blushing. She, very lightly, punched her brother in the shoulder.

"We do not. Besides, Percy's the one that got the Iris message up." Annabeth got up and hugged her mother who was a little shocked and started to pull back. Athena glanced at Percy who mimed hugging someone. Athena tried it. Maybe all this hugging stuff wasn't so difficult after all. Percy smiled. It was obvious Athena had barely ever hugged anyone before. Annabeth stood back and said thank you before walking back to Percy who wrapped an arm around her, smiling like he had won the jackpot. Athena bent down to help Malcolm up. He stumbled a bit but Athena was a goddess, she had enough strength to lift a mountain. She steadied him and he sent her a grateful smile before wobbling a bit again.

"I might take him back to camp for you. Annabeth, if you want to stay overnight in Greece just ask Hermes. He owes me from a bet." Her daughter bowed slightly.

"Thank you Mother." Percy nodded.

"Thank you Lady Athena." The goddess smiled before disappearing, taking her son with her. Percy turned to Annabeth.

"So, what do you want to do?" Annabeth smiled widely.

"Oh I don't know, maybe visit the Parthenon?" She said with a cheeky smirk. Percy rolled his eyes.

"Sure Wise Girl."

"Always know when to agree, don't you?"

"Nah, I can be pretty stubborn."

"How about when I'm involved?"

"Especially when you're involved."

"Come on Seaweed Brain, I want to go see the Parthenon."

Later a young couple walked through the ruins of the Parthenon. They looked like they were enjoying themselves whilst babbling to each other in a different language. They laughed and pointed at things. They came to a picture of Poseidon, Artemis and another god. No one heard the young man whisper, "Hey Dad!" and no on noticed the young woman smile and whisper back "What about Artemis?" An hour or two later they left to go to a hotel, smiling like they knew something the world didn't.

Okaaaaaaaaay peeps. I ended up splitting chapter nine cause it was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo long so you get chapter ten immediately as well. 20 reviews maybe?