Disclaimer: PJO does not belong to me because if it did I would be rich! It belongs to RR

Annabeth felt empty, or better yet hollow. It was like the most important part of herself was missing and she couldn't get it back. It dawned on her that Seaweed brain was in the exact same position as Jason – except reversed. He was at the roman camp with no memory and it pained her to imagine Percy going through that.

After the war things were supposed to go back to normal – or as normal as a demigod's life can be – and she would live happily ever after. Of course Annabeth should have known this would be too good to be true. She was finally happy and content, in love and peaceful – but of course that wretched so called 'marriage and family' goddess had to screw things up royally.

Annabeth was livid with that woman for messing everything up. She cussed in ancient Greek to the goddess and it took several brave people to shut her up. Her Percy, her Seaweed brain, was suffering alone without her and she was forbidden to help. Of course it's not like he would remember me anyway she thought bitterly, because Hera had seen to that.

Was she cursed? Why did everyone and everything around her fail to last? Was it her fault Percy was at the Roman camp? These thoughts invaded her mind as the tears began to fall. She missed Percy more than anything and she just wanted him safely back home, was that too much to ask for after all they had been through.

Percy had saved the world, saved Olympus, and this is how Hera thanked him. Annabeth was known for her short temper and Hera had better watch out because Annabeth was mad and that was never a good thing.

Percy was the perfect gut. He was kind, caring, loyal, friendly, funny, you name it, so why did bad things have to happen to good people? They were happy together her and Percy but Hera had robbed that from her. Annabeth was a thoughtful and imaginative person and all she thought about was Percy, alone, scared and vulnerable to monster arracks. She knew Percy could handle himself – but without a memory? – Annabeth didn't know.

She realised with a jolt he wouldn't remember where his Achilles' heel was and that thought filled her with dread and for ice to begin to cover her heart. God, Seaweed brain why do you get yourself into these messes she thought with a dry chuckle. It was always Percy that picked the short end of the stick and she hated it.

Every single night she prayed to the Olympian gods for Percy to be safe but she never got a reply. Months went by and she didn't know if Percy was alright or even if he was dead. No, Annabeth thought fiercely, I would know if he had died and Percy can make it. He had to.

So she helped work on the ship, she trained the new heroes and she ate her food – but she wasn't the same Annabeth she was before. She was distant, tired and an emotional wreck but she didn't care – percy meant the world to her and she was determined to get him back in one piece.

Yes Annabeth was hurting badly to point where it got hard to breath and her chest closed up but she refused to let herself breakdown because if she did she feared she would be near impossible to fix.

Hera better watch out because Annabeth sharpened her knife every night just waiting for the golden opportunity and she was prepared to kill anything that stood in her way from reaching her Seaweed brain.

After all, that's what girlfriends are for, aren't they?

YAY, Annabeth is done! The Stolls id next but after that keep telling me who I should do next. You guys have given me some brilliant ideas and I plan to do every single one of them, REVIEW?