Yo. I'm back. I was aiming for more reviews. Guess we can't all get what we want, right? sigh. I dont know the difference between a 'lemon' and a 'lime'. I guess you would call this almost-going-down. If we're realllly talking about fruit,then I'll have u know I love strawberries. WARNING: sexual content. Kinnda. don't get too excited. Sheesh..

this chapter is short. I have a highschool party to attend tomorrow so that means I gotta sleeep! Drunks don't like being tired! They wanna have fun. lmao. jkjk.

I continue my reign of terror for perchal-shippers! rofl. seriously, read this and reiview.

Disclaimer: I own my dog, my cat, my fishy, my shorts, my pillow, my fishy. I didn't already say that! bitch, you don't know my life! NO I don't own PJO&CO:"O

Annabeth's POV

I always wondered how interventions worked. I mean, I knew they were like hell for the patient, but hell, I didn't expect them to be like this.

"We're worried, Annabeth." Thalia muttered from across the table. There were some murmurs in agreement and nods.

"Why are you worried, Thalia?" I asked curtly, twisting my fingers together. I tilted my head to the side. Thalia flinched like, 'oh shit I have to explain? Well, this IS an intervention...damn'. Mal spoke up, taking charge like a true sibling of mine. His gray eyes bore into mine, making me want to run away from everyone.

"It's been three weeks, A. We're all leaving in two days to go back to school. We just want to make sure you're okay before you go back home." Mal said gently.

"I'm going into the City, Mal, not Frisco." I responded, my voice had an edge to it. What did they want from me, dammit?

Mal sighed. "That's what I meant, and you know that." I shrugged. Nico was studying me.

"Are you going to be boarding still, Annabeth?" Nico asked softly.

Flashbaaaaaaack

It was the second day in Thanksgiving break. Percy had become a little more open with our intimacy: snuggling on the couch when his parents were there, cornering me in the hall for a kiss. It wasn't a bad thing. I liked this confident side of Percy. I missed his awkwardness a little. He'd break out of it soon, though, as soon as we take another baby step in our relationship. Then he'd clam up.

Sally just left for a meeting with her editor. Paul had to go to an all-day board meeting for Goode High School. Just as Sally was slipping out the door, Percy took it upon himself to back me up against the counter top. His hands were on my hips, pushing me into the counter. His pelvis was leaning into mine. It was very distracting.

"Bye, Mrs Blo-" I was cut off by a) the door slamming shut with the lock clicking in place and b) Percy kissed me. He pulled away quickly. Too quickly. I was thankful for his dark red polo shirt that moment. It grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into a long, closed-mouth kiss. We pulled away reluctantly. I wasn't even dressed yet, I only brushed my teeth so I could kiss Percy good morning.

"I gotta go take a shower, Perce," I whined. He slid his hands off of my hips and groaned a little. He walked away before I could pull him into another kiss.

I took a shower and got out, wrapping a towel around me. Percy distracted me so much that I forgot to grab my clothes from his bedroom. I slept in there while he slept on the couch.

"Perce?" I called.

"Yo!" He answered.

"Where are you?" I asked.

"Living room, why?"

"Oh, no reason," I lied, running from the bathroom, down the hall and into his room. I shut the door and grabbed my underwear to put on quickly, just in case he decided to barge in. Sure enough, as soon as I put on my undergarments, the doorknob rattled. I shrieked.

"Perseus Jackson, don't come in. I don't have clothes on." I said sternly. I could almost hear the gears moving in his big head. It was silent. The doorknob rattled again. The door wasn't even locked!

"AHH!" I yelped. "Don't, Percy. I'm just in my underwear." I admitted. The doorknob stopped shaking. It was turning!

I slammed the door shut. I told Percy to stop, but he was barely listening, too busy laughing. He opened the door effortlessly, despite my efforts. I picked up my towel and wrapped it around myself.

He walked in, took one look at me and burst out laughing.

"That's why you came in here?" I growled. He stopped laughing and locked eyes with me.

"What?" He asked, perplexed.

"You came in here to laugh at me?" I asked, trying my best to cover myself up and use body language to show how frustrated I was. He shook his head, chuckling softly. He was about four steps away from me.

"I really like your hair wet, Annabeth," he said in a husky voice, taking a step forward. I gulped. He took another step. "It just...flows down your back." Another step taken.

I was staring up at him, lost in his spell. "Oh?" Was all I could manage.

"Definitely." He whispered, closing the distance between us. He cupped my face, and bent down to give me a soft kiss, like the one I gave him at Mt. St. Helens. Only then, I wasn't half naked, and I was in charge. I was completely in Percy's hands now.

The kiss morphed into something more. It went from sweet and loving to hard and hungry. My towel was dry-thanks to Percy-so it was like a blanket in between us. I was pushed up against the door for the second time in two days. The towel fell and we could've cared less. Percy moaned, looking at my lacy white bra and underwear. Percy had seen me in my bra and pants, but I was just in my underwear at that moment. I smiled against his rough kisses, which only made him push me against the door harder. I wrapped my arms around his neck, playing with his tangled hair. His arms were pushing my hips towards his, while pushing the rest of my body against the door.

Our pelvis's were aligned and I could feel Percy through his jeans. I heard a moan-probably mine. I tugged at Percy's shirt. He pulled away, ignoring my whimpering.

"Annabeth..." He panted, looking hungry for more kisses. "I shouldn't have came in here. I don't want to push you." He started to back up. I closed the space between us and led him towards the bed. I pushed him so he was lying down on his back. His eyes widened when he saw me take lead. Eh, he should've known.

I sat on his crotch, driving him a little crazy. He gripped my hips until I pulled his shirt over his head. I was flipped over in no time. Percy stuck his tongue in my mouth, ignoring whatever politeness there is for tongue-wrestling. I backed off, letting him hover over me for a moment. He was studying my face. My hair was dry, thanks to his magic touch. His face softened.

"Annabeth," He moaned. I felt him get hard. I felt blood rush up to my face. His too. I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back. His eyes got wide, looking hurt. He probably thought I was done making-out. Nah, I wasn't. Not even close. I sat in his lap, my legs wrapped around his waist. I was sitting on his, er, thing again. I kissed him, my hands fiddling with his belt buckle.

"I don't want to-" I cut him off with a kiss. "I don't want to hurt you, Wise Girl." He admitted, holding my face between his hands.

"Who said I wanted to have sex?" I asked. He gave the 'come on' look. I shifted on top of him, his hands pushing my hips closer to him. "Maybe I just wanted to..I don't know. Mess around?" I offered. Percy just looked at me, blankly.

Did I just get rejected?

I was answered when I was pushed on my back and Percy's tongue crashed into my mouth. I wanted him. His hands found my breasts, and I yelped a little when he touched them the right way. His jeans were making it a little hard down south. I put my hand on the front of his jeans, touching him through the jeans. He groaned and bit my lip. I managed to undo the zipper, but that wasn't fast enough for Percy. He pulled his jeans off and threw them on the ground. He was wearing green and black boxers. I would remember that.

We finally made it to the underwear-only stage. I could feel Percy through our underwear's thin fabric. I muttered his name into his neck as I was kissing it, which only made him pull my hair slightly. He was kissing me everywhere on my chest, though my bra wasn't really off.

I felt a tug on my underwear. Percy looked up, waiting for me to give him and answer. I nodded, and he was panting, eager to do gods-know what. My underwear was soaked so I helped Percy and I threw it on the ground. I didn't shave because I didn't think we would go this far. He stared at my down there and he looked up at me.

"Are you sure, Annabeth? I don't want you to feel pressured." He said warily. He was biting his lip and his eyebrows were scrunched together. I pulled him into a fierce kiss, biting his bottom lip and then licking it.

"I love you, please, do it." I told him, my voice was thick. He moved his head down. I closed my eyes. My throat stung. I couldn't think straight. I didn't feel anything. I felt Percy get off the bed, but I didn't dare open my eyes. I heard some fabric rustling and I felt a blanket land on me. I gasped out in relief and opened my eyes.

Percy was pulling his jeans back on. His face was hard, yet soft. He gave me a a small smile.

"I couldn't do it. You're crying. I couldn't do that to you," he told me, his voice thick. He had his jeans on and he sat on the edge of the bed, as far as he could away from me. He wouldn't meet my eyes. Things got blurry and I realized I was crying. He gave me a pained expression, and walked over to my duffel bag. He rummaged through my clothes while I sobbed. He put a fresh outfit on the edge of the bed. He walked over to me, and kissed me on the forehead.

"I love you, Wise Girl. I will never hurt you intentionally. Why don't you get dressed and take a nap? You look tired," he said incredibly soft. He cupped my cheek and wiped a tear away with his thumb. He gave me another pained look and walked out of his bedroom, fully dressed. The clothes on the floor had been picked up and put into our separate laundry bins.

I sat there, crying for a long time. Finally, I got dressed with the clothes Percy specifically picked out for me: cotton undergarments, big sweatshirt (mine, not hid) and sweatpants that matched. This just made me cry harder. Percy wanted me to be comfortable. He didn't want to hurt me. He didn't. He couldn't.

I changed the sheets on his bed and crawled in between, fresh new ones. I cried myself to sleep.

Before I drifted completely into unconsciousness, I heard the door creak open a little bit. I saw a flash of black hair and worried green eyes before I drifted into a dreamless sleep.

(end flashbaccck:()

"I'm...I'm not going to board at Percy's apartment like we planned. I have to stay at the dormitories. Its safer for me, anyway. I wouldn't be smelling like him so much." I gave Nico a smile. He returned it.

"Yeah, you do smell like him. Like haddock," Grover muttered. Everyone but Jason, Lee and Piper laughed.

"Honey," Thalia said, suddenly serious. "You need to talk about your feelings. You can't keep things locked inside." She whispered, squeezing my hand.

I was uncomfortable. I was hurt. Percy wouldn't like this. I was seized with anger.

"Thalia," I spat. I jerked away from her touch. "YOU seemed to be doing fine keeping Jason a secret for ten years." I snapped. She looked truly hurt. I knew this was a very touchy subject. Jason tensed, but Mal's-or was it Clarisse's?-glare prevented him from doing anything.

"That's different," she insisted, her eyes pale.

"Like hell it is." I scoffed and stood up. "Listen, if we're not going to be honest to each other, why should I be the only one spilling my guts?"

"Sit down." Jason growled. I stared at him. The audacity!

"You are the last person I want to hear from, Grace. You're not at Legion anymore. You aren't our leader. Don't try to tell me what to do." I growled. I turned to walk away. Someone caught my arm.

"I had a dream about my sister last night," Mal said. "She was in Olympus, about to get pulverized by Kronos. Percy knocked Backbiter away, though. He gave Luke the knife. Luke killed himself for you, for family. How do you think our family is right now, Annabeth? Please, we need to stay strong together." He begged.

"I have dreams about Silena, Annabeth," Piper spoke up. Everyone stared at her. She was leaning against Leo, her face pale. "She is always talking about Elysium. And Charlie. They're together. They were separated once, too, Annabeth. Charlie was dead. So no secret IM's. She met him in death. At least you know he's alive." She said, her eyes distant with pain. "Silena is always talking about Clarisse and Chris, Travis and Katie and you and Percy. She made up stupid nicknames for every couple. Chirisse. Tratie. Percabeth. Oh, she gushes about you two all the time. She thinks you are one of the bravest heroes, Annabeth. We all believe that. Please, sit down. Do it for Silena. The only thing she hates more than maiden oaths is unsettled problems. Sit." She said. She wasn't charmspeaking. She was speaking from the heart.

I immediately sat. For Silena.

"Time for confessions..." Connor Stoll gulped.

"So...who wants to go first?" Travis finished for him, looking around.

soooo. how's you like it? teeeeellll meee! Do you like the flashback? wasn't percy so cute and nice? :D Do you understand why Annabeth was crying? tell me if you do (like your theory) or if you don't b(ill explain it with another flashback).

I wannna knooooww. thanks, don't forget to review! love, AJ121