Hey guys, so this chapter is for lamawisegirl because it is her birthday soon. Happy birthday! Sorry it's a bit early but I just couldn't wait to update. I'm pretty nervous about this chapter so I really hope you like it.

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I tipped my head back and squeezed my eyes shut, my last image of Annabeth had been her, afraid and fading away.

I was upset that that was my last memory of her. I sighed and looked back at the horizon. I looked down at the rocks and waves below.

Suddenly I saw something. I frowned and squinted. Was that what I thought it was?

I was right, it was a person. A mangled body covered in crimson blood. Their limps were sprawled across the sharp rocks.

My eyes widened, "Oh my god."

I sprang into action. I was in an oblivious state but I managed to climb down the cliff face and run to the side of the person. It was worse than I thought. The person's neck was in an unnatural position and there was blood coming from a wound on their head. Their hair was so matted with blood that I could barely tell what colour it was.

I brought out my phone and dialled 911. My throat tightened as it rung, I was terrified. I knew that I would blame myself if this person died.

"911. What's your emergency?" A woman on the other side of the phone, piped.

I took a deep breath, "Well I was walking along the cliffs and then I saw a body covered in blood, down on the rocks below. I climbed down and I am with the person now."

"Are they conscious?"

I looked down at the person; they were still except for the occasional rise and fall of their chest. "They're unconscious, but I think they're breathing."

"Male or female?"

I looked down at the body, the person had long hair, but it was still hard to tell with their face entirely covered with blood and a bone protruding out from their chest. However, the softness of their face indicated that they were most likely a girl. She looked old, not ancient, but older than me, definitely.

"Female."

"An ambulance is on its way. Please stay with the woman until it arrives, where you will receive further instructions."

I dropped to my knees and took the woman's hand. It was soaked with blood but it was small and soft. I looked down at her, I felt strangely responsible for her life. My life had felt fairly meaningless for a long time now and I felt like I finally had something to focus on. It sounded ridiculous even to me, but I wasn't going to leave this woman until I knew she was stable.

The ambulance arrived and the woman was carried up the rocky cliff on a spinal board. I rushed after her and tried to get one of the medics attention. I grabbed the shoulder of a grey-haired doctor, "Sir, can I please ride with her in the ambulance?"

The grey-haired medic studied me, "What is your relation to her?"

I thought for a moment, Should I lie? Should I tell him I'm her brother or her son? Maybe I should just tell him I was the one that found her here…

The man frowned, "We need to be leaving right now. She's in critical condition."

I opened my mouth, then I shut it again. I didn't know what to say. The man pursed his lips, "You were the one that called?"

I nodded, "Y-yes."

He sighed, "Okay get in the ambulance. Quick we need to go."

I smiled and climbed into the car, where I could see the woman was on fluids and medics rushing around her, trying to ensure she was stable.

. I tipped my head back and squeezed my eyes shut, my last image of Annabeth had been her, afraid and fading away.

I was upset that that was my last memory of her. I sighed and looked back at the horizon. I looked down at the rocks and waves below.

Suddenly I saw something. I frowned and squinted. Was that what I thought it was?

I was right, it was a person. A mangled body covered in crimson blood. Their limps were sprawled across the sharp rocks.

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I sat in the waiting room nervously awaiting news from the doctors. All I knew was that she had broken three ribs, a fractured her spine and had a bad case of concussion. I didn't know how she ended up there. I didn't know if she was going to be okay. I didn't know her name.

I clenched my fists and shifted on the hard chair. Every time someone entered the room I would jump up, but it had never been for me. I tipped my head back and squeezed my eyes shut, I didn't know her but I hoped she was okay.

A girl entered my vision all of a sudden. Annabeth. I had almost forgotten about her in all of this mess. Almost. She was exactly what I needed right now. But of course she was gone. She was gone forever. I had tried everything but she wasn't coming back. It seemed that I could only be with her when the painting was with me.

I would visit her again at the gallery, if they would let me in. It's not like they could do anything to me. Could they? My life seemed like a small price to pay just to see Annabeth again.

I tried to picture her smiling face and when it appeared, I was filled with bliss. She was the definition of perfection and I needed her so much right now. I wanted her to wrap her arms around me. Or touch my face with her perfect hands. I wanted to bury my face in her neck and her to grip my shirt as I sobbed into her shoulder.

I missed her so much. I didn't even know how long it had been since we had been together, but it felt like years.

"Mr Jackson."

A voice brought me back to reality. I looked up to see a small mousy woman, with brown hair pulled back into a tight bun. "Mr Jackson?"

I stood up quickly, "That's me."

She looked down at a sheet of paper in her hand, "Are you the one that called and accompanied the patient in the ambulance?"

I nodded, "Yes."

She swallowed, "Follow me."

I followed her down the white halls of the hospital, we came to a large door. The woman pushed it open and we entered a large hospital room. There was a curtain sectioning off one part of the room and I heard hushed voices coming out from behind it.

The woman looked at me, "Wait here."

She squeezed through the gap of the curtain and disappeared behind it. I could just hear the conversation from behind the material.

"He's here to see you." I think that was the woman that I had just been speaking with.

A small but defiant voice answered, "Well I don't want to see him."

"Darling, he saved your life." Another voice, an older woman, replied.

"Well maybe I didn't want to be saved."

The older woman answered, "Honey, don't be rude. This man was the one who called the ambulance, if it weren't for him you'd be dead."

I heard an exasperated sigh come from the woman I had saved, "You never listen to me. I just told you I want to be dead!"

"You have just suffered a concussion, you aren't thinking straight."

"Why do you think I threw myself off the cliff in the first place?"

There was a tense silence and then the older woman spoke, "We will talk later. I'm going to go get some coffee. I will send the man in and I want you to thank him for saving your life."

A tall woman with long brown hair, she must have been in her early fifties. She looked at me and smiled, "Are you Mr Jackson?"

I nodded. She sighed, "Well my daughter is in there. I apologise in advance for her rudeness."

With that she brushed past me and left me alone with whoever was behind that curtain. I composed myself then walked into the folds of the curtain.

I looked at my feet the moment I got in the room. I heard the woman shift in her bed, "So you're the guy who destroyed my chance of happiness?"

I didn't know what to say, so I just looked up at her. My eyes widened, "A-Annabeth?"

She frowned, "What? How do you… How do you know my real name?"

Now it was my turn to frown, "Annabeth, what are you talking about?" A smile spread across my face, "You're real."

She glared at me, "Don't call me that and what the hell are you talking about? Of course I'm real."

I studied her face and joy washed over me. It was Annabeth. Except she was different… I walked over to her and sat on the chair beside her bed. She scrambled up trying to move away from me, "Get away from me. You ruined my life."

It was Annabeth…. But at the same time it wasn't her. My dream patron Annabeth had been flawless. Her face had been without any blemishes, her body had been slim, toned and tan. The Annabeth in front of me had light freckles adorning her face and while she was skinny she seemed too skinny. Her face was gaunt and lifeless and her eyes bloodshot.

I looked down at her arms and I had to stifle a gasp. From her wrists to her biceps were many red scars. She noticed where I was looking and crossed her arms over her body to hide her scars.

I bit my bottom lip, "Annabeth, why did you do this too yourself."

"Don't call me Annabeth."

I frowned, "Why are you so different?"

She furrowed her brow, "What are you talking about? I've never met you before today."

I stood up and sat on the edge of the bed and cupped her cheek with my hand, "Annabeth, it's okay. I'm so excited that you're real. It's like you fell from the sky and landed into my real life. We can spend some time together when you are better, but you have a concussion so you need rest. Hopefully you will remember me in the morning."

She slapped my hand away from her face, "Get the fuck off me, you creep."

I smiled sadly at her, "Annabeth, it's okay. I love you." I wrapped my arms around her tiny frame, "You're safe now. You're with me."

She struggled in my grip and I was surprised at her strength for such a small person, however in her effort to remove my hands from her she fell off the hospital bed. I looked down at her, I could tell she was fighting tears.

"Oh my god, Annabeth are you okay?" My eyes widened.

She took in a shaky breath, "D-Don't call me that." She groaned in pain, "I'm fine."

"You're obviously not, I'm calling the nurse."

I took her small hand trying not to look to much at the red lacerations covering her arms. She tried to fight me but I managed to get her back on to the bed without further damage to her body. A nurse ran into the room and pushed me out of the room.

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It was 9pm and I was still at the hospital waiting for Annabeth to remember me, and she would. There was no way that she was happened to look exactly the same as my girlfriend. It was too much of a coincidence for her to just appear in my life like that.

Unless, Annabeth had been lying to me when she said that it was impossible for anyone to look like her on earth… I wasn't stupid I knew this was possible. The doctors had said that her concussion wasn't the kind that messed with her memory, so maybe she just happened to be identical to my Annabeth.

She was identical to Annabeth except for the fact that Annabeth in my dreams had been the epitome of perfection while the Annabeth sleeping in the bed a few metres away from me was not perfect. She was messed up, I could tell. She had claimed that the reason she had fell from the cliff was because she wanted to kill herself.

I hadn't been able to accept that until now when I was considering the fact that maybe she wasn't the Annabeth of my dreams. It seemed plausible.

So she wasn't my Annabeth.

But for some reason I still felt responsible for her life and I didn't know why. But it didn't matter. I would help Annabeth get better. I would give her the will to live. Hopefully that would fill the hole in my heart that was the loss of my dream patron.

Something dawned on me. Was she even my dream patron? The way she had explained it, it had seemed like they were always with you but Annabeth wasn't with me now. Did she just make it up? And if she wasn't my dream patron… Then what was she? I groaned in confusion. I had a lot to think about in the next few days.

Suddenly I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw that it was Rachel calling me. I picked it up, "Hey Rach."

"Percy, where are you?"

I frowned, "What do you mean, "Where am I?""

"You're supposed to be at the release of your artwork."

I internally groaned, "Shit. Rach I completely forgot."

"Percy, I am so sick of this. You need to get your life together. I don't know what is wrong with you at the moment but whatever it is I want the old Percy back. I like him much better."

I sighed, "Something's come up. I'm at the hospital."

I could practically hear her surprised, "What? Why? What happened?"

"I found this girl on the cliffs and I had to come to the hospital with her. She has a concussion and broken bones. She tried to kill herself Rachel."

She didn't answer for several seconds then she spoke, "Okay, well what do you want me to do here?"

I shook my head, "Just do everything I have to do for me. I don't want to go."

She exhaled, "Fine. Percy I hope you're okay."

I grimaced, "I'm alright Rachel. Have fun at the party."

So I really hope you liked this chapter. I was so scared about updating it because obviously it's very different to my previous chapters. But it had to happen for the story. So please let me know what you thought of the chapter and the two Annabeth's. OMG as I'm writing this I'm like freaking out about updating.

Well anyway, please review and tell if you like it or if you hate it.

I love you xxx

From Emily