Hey! What's up? How are you all doing? Here is, I believe, the last chapter. It has a lot of feels so it's going to be a little sappy, but I didn't want to end my story on a sad or upsetting note. There is always a light at the end of the tunnel. Here is mine.

Disclaimer, I don't own Percy Jackson or any of the characters or stuff pertaining to the book they belong to Rick Riordan.

Truth be told dinner was completely uneventful. Whenever we tried to talk to each other, lighten the mood, our conversations always seemed to come back to Percy. On any other day, at any other time, we'd all enjoy talking about that loveable lug, but not tonight. Paul had made me eat more than I felt like and fussed over me. Telling me to shower and we could do something to take our minds off of what may be happening to Percy. I suspected that it was more for Sally's benefit than mine. I assured him that I just wanted to clean up and go to bed.

Normally after taking a shower you are supposed to feel glorious; all of your aches, pains, and worries, washed away by a warm stream of water. I ,however, felt no better. Lethargically, I dried off and put the pajamas I had packed on. The same questions kept bombarding my thoughts,

Who took Percy? A dead man. I thought mutely.

Where is he? Somewhere between here and Tartarus.

Why hadn't I realized sooner, why didn't I prevent this from happening? ... Hello?

"Annabeth?" Sally's voice snapped me out of my line of questions. In my daze I had walked into the hallway and nearly ran into her. She was in a pair of checkered blue pajamas (Yet another gift from Percy). Her hair was now down and laying over her shoulders. "Are you alright?"

"Fine." I assured her before slipping into Percy's room and shutting the door.

Part of me was afraid of what mess I might find in his room if I turned on the light, but I built up the courage and flipped the switch. I guess Sally was planning on having Percy clean his room because, even though there was nothing on the floor, everything was at a disarray. Books that I had given him were stacked haphazardly on his dresser. Candy wrappers also shared the space, in somewhat of a skewed manor. I opened his shirt drawer.

As I suspected they were just stuffed into it lazily. He was never one to be neat or organized, but I guess that comes with having a similar nature to the ocean. A weak smile came to my face. I remember when I would get onto him about cleaning his cabin, especially when Tyson wasn't around. Percy would retort the only day he had to worry about the shape of his cabin was inspection day. He was such a dork, such a Seaweed brain, my seaweed brain.

Nostalgically, I brought the shirt to my face and drew in it's sent. Even though I know Sally washed it, I could still catch traces of Percy lingering in the fabric. He did smell like the ocean. I remembered when I had first hugged him and then made a remark to Grover about it. He had told me that was what Percy always smelled like. Call it what ever you will, but I decided to change out of my pajama top and into the blue shirt that I had pulled out.

Percy actually had a decent looking room. The walls were his favorite color, blue, there were posters of many different bands hanging from the walls. In the corner of his room was his skate board and even a blue electric guitar. I don't know when he started playing or if he even did but it was interesting to think about.

After crawling into bed I reached in my bag and pulled out my picture of me and Percy. I let my fingers trace over his features, soaking up all I could about him, making sure his face, his hair, his eyes, all became engrained into my memory.

"I will find you." I promised and tucked the picture away again. "And when I do I'll never let you go again."

I closed my eyes and let sleep take me into it's embrace.

"No, no, NO!" I screamed as I bolted upright in bed.

I was in Percy's room. The fear had scared me out of my repeat nightmare. Who was cursing me with seeing Percy and Sally die? I was going to have a talk with Chiron when I got back to camp. The bedroom door swung open and Sally came rushing in.

"Annabeth, are you okay?" She came to my side after turning on the light. Shaking my head I hugged her as if she were my own mother. "Nightmare? Do you want to talk about it?"

I was in no mood to be lying to her so I told her everything, starting with my very first nightmare. Sally nodded her head, paled at some parts, and looked mad at others. She was stronger than I gave her credit for. She seemed to handling my dreams better than me.

"Gabe never tied Percy up like that did he?" I asked her when I finished.

"He didn't ever tie Percy up or throw him in the closet." Sally assured me. A smile graced her lips. "And his childhood wasn't all bad. Wait here for one moment."

I sat up a little straighter in bed and pulled the covers up over my lap. She came back in carrying two large books. They looked like photo albums. She tried to give me assurance with her eyes as if telling me that everything was going to be alright. Gracefully she plopped down onto the bed with me. Part of me felt eager to see what Percy looked as a baby. I've heard stories from Sally, but it'd be neat to see pictures.

The first picture was of a tired looking Sally holding a small red infant, with a tuff of black hair on his head, in her arms. Despite, how obviously exhausted she looked she seemed to be radiating a happy aurora. The second picture showed just the baby, Percy, up close. His eyes were blue, as all infants eyes start out, but I knew they'd become green.

"I remember how much Poseidon wanted to stay, to see Percy's birth. He thought staying with me as long as he could would make up for leaving me alone." Sally told me. "A couple of times Poseidon tried to convince me to go into the ocean with him and have our baby, Percy, there. I didn't want to be dependent on Poseidon for protection. I wanted my son to grow up like any other kid. To grow up with out fear of those around him."

She showed me more baby pictures and then got up to his first Christmas. He was wearing a red footy outfit with a picture of Santa sown to the front. His eyes were a startling sea green and his hair had quickly grown out into a feathery black mess. A goofy carefree smile was adorning his pudgy face as he reached out happily for the camera. I laughed when I flipped to the next picture of him, with his face squished onto a blanket, and drool had been seeping from his mouth onto the pillow.

He's always drooled when he sleeps.

"Oh, this one has always been my favorite." She pointed to a picture of Percy, at three years old, splashing around in the water at the beach. He didn't seem to care that he was in his everyday clothes. I laughed so hard tears escaped came. "He's always been such a silly boy."

"This is one of the many reasons I love him." I told her as I whipped my eyes. Sally flipped to the next page.

"This is when Percy insisted on getting himself dressed for his very first day of pre-school." She chucked and pointed to a Picture of a five-year old Percy with his pants on his head holding his fist in the air as if he were super man getting ready for take-off. "He called himself supper Percy and told me super heroes didn't need to go to school."

"Did he always hate school?"

Sally shook her head, "He loved the idea of going to school at first, but when he realized that I wasn't going to be with him he began to revolt."

"Sounds like him." I laughed. She smiled at me,

"Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah, but do you think we could look at more pictures?" I inquired hopefully.

Sally chuckled and closed the book, "How about in the morning? You've had a very hard day."

I nodded reluctantly and let her tuck me back into the blankets. Again I say I wish I had a mother like her. Slowly I receded into the blankets and got my self all cozy. Sleep actually sounded like a good idea.

"Tomorrow." I agreed as she shut off the lights.

"Tomorrow." She confirmed and slowly shut the door.

My eyes drooped shut. While thoughts of Percy swirled through my head. How he protected me, how he comforted me, how every moment with him was perfect. I would find him. I was going to bring him home.

Goodnight Percy, I thought as many sweet memories held me in their embrace.

I'm thinking this is where I should end it. I love this story, but they say too much of a good thing isn't good. Thank you for reading! Please tell me what you thought. I will post more Percy Jackson fan fictions and soon I will post different types of fan fictions too. And how does having my Percy Jackson and Maximum Ride cross over fanfiction posted sound?