Sup guys! Really busy nowadays, studying and all HAHA tests every single day...life of an o level student. Then A levels. then uni. then...hais. i hope i get a girlfriend soon HAHA okay i'm so tired i'm that random. I'll probably be #foreveralone so i'll just keep on dreaming HAHA

Anyway guys here's a new chapter! not much except for Percabeth HAHA and i'm trying to speed the process up for those two so be patient please! :) Enjoy this story!

Anyone from singapore? I'm from there HAHA Anyone from new creation church? i found someone who read my stories last time in the same church as mine and it freaked both of us out HAHA so anyone out there wants to get freaked out too? joking HAHA (Lame...)

Enjoy!

Percy's POV

"Do I know you?" Rachel asked in a tentative voice that echoed emptily in my soul. My jaws dropped, and my brain stopped functioning as I stared at her in utter shock.

I could feel my friends beside me- they arrived when Rachel began to twitch- all stiffen up as they heard her unthinkable question. All chattering and conversations in the room immediately died away, leaving only a cold, eerie silence in the room and the echoes of her question in my mind.

"Rachel?" I asked in a shaky voice. "What do you mean you don't know me? I'm Percy, remember?" She frowned, scrunching her eyebrows together as she seemed to try to recall me in any part of her memories. She shook her head and looked at me sorrowfully.

"I'm sorry, I don't know you at all…" She muttered. My mind went completely blank as I processed her devastating words. For a moment, all that I felt was…nothing. You know the times when you are so utterly stunned, your whole world goes numb, and you seem to feel nothing at all. Yea, that happened to me.

And then as quickly as the moment of nothingness came, the realization of what she meant came crashing down on me like a meteorite impacting the Earth and a trillion miles per second. My knees buckled and I almost fell the ground if not for Nico and Grover who swiftly grabbed one arm each and lifted me back onto my feet.

"Grover? Nico?" She asked, her face brightening as she finally shifted her attention away from me and to the rest of the people in the room.

"Thalia? Jason?! Oh gods, it's so good to see you guys!" She exclaimed, elation and exuberance filling her voice as she flung herself at Thalia.

"Woah, easy there Rachel," Thalia broke out of her trance as soon as Rachel's body slammed into her. "You just woke up."

"Woke up from what?" She questioned curiously. "Why am I in a hospital? Why I am in a gown? What happened? Where's the rest?" A long string of questions tumbled out of her unstoppable mouth, overwhelming Thalia immediately.

"Rachel," Jason decided to step in. Rachel quieted down to the serious voice of Jason. "You've been in coma for five long years."

Rachel's face looked strangely similar to mine when I heard her answer just a minute before. She looked utterly shock, as though the world she knew was gone, and the world she knew now was an entirely different place…which was kind of true for her.

"Wait," Nico cut in before Rachel could reply. "Rachel, do you remember us? Other than this girl, of course," He asked, pointing to Annabeth.

"Well of course I remember you guys!" She exclaimed. "How can I forget my own gang?" she growled, as though Nico was insulting her.

"Do you remember Percy?" He asked, ignoring the accusing tone she used. Her mouth immediately shut tight, and she turned and stared at me again, her eyes studying as much detail as she could on my face. After a few seconds, she sighed miserably and shook her head.

"I can't remember anything at all. Your name seems to bring some…certain emotions, but I can't recall anything…" She said apologetically, shaking her head slowly.

The shock that possessed me a few minutes ago was fading away, giving way to a huge, tumultuous wave of a multitude of emotions that engulfed my entire being within mere seconds.

Devastation, desperation, grief, guilt, condemnation, despair and a thousand other feelings raged inside me, and it took a lot of my willpower not to let anything show.

I took in a deep breath, closed my eyes and forced myself to calm down. I cleared my mind, stilled the raging waves of emotions inside me and buried all ability to feel anything deep down inside me.

"It's not your fault," I replied steadily, my voice calm and controlled, my face betraying no emotion whatsoever. I swept my gaze across the room, resting them on Grover's. "You guys can catch up with each other. I'll go outside."

With that, I turned around and walked with purposeful steps towards the door out of the room, the click of the door as it shut ringing through my ears, the hustle and bustle of the hospital merely a background noise.

I sighed, leaning my back against the wall beside the door, reflecting about…everything.

Why could she remember everyone else but me? It doesn't make a single fucking sense at all!

A cold feeling settled upon me as I realized something. If she had forgotten only me…and had remembered everyone else…she would remember Micheal too.

I scowled and gritted my teeth as anger and frustration seeped into me. If she had also forgotten everything about how Micheal had played and cheated her feelings, she would definitely, without fail, gravitate towards Micheal.

That would mean that she was bound to get hurt again. Micheal hasn't changed all that much over the past few years he had gone. I'm pretty sure he would do the same thing again.

The door opened, revealing a worried-looking Annabeth. She closed the door behind her and leaned on the wall beside me.

"…You okay?" She asked, her voice soft and gentle, but firm and strong. I shifted my weary eyes on her, and was immediately hit by the sight of her usual stormy grey eyes.

I briefly compared her to the Annabeth I knew so long ago- I've been doing it rather often nowadays for some reason- and I chuckled a little.

"What's the joke?" Her eyebrows scrunched up as she frowned. "Something on my face?"

"Nah," I replied in a casual tone. "Just…seeing you right now, comparing you to who you were, it's pretty amazing how much you've grown." Her eyes widened a fraction, and she smiled softly.

"Well, you were the one to help me. For that, I really thank you. You're the best friend anyone could have." She said in such a sincere tone I was slightly taken aback, though I didn't let it show.

"I couldn't just stand there and watch," I replied, shrugging my shoulders nonchalantly. A silence descended upon us, though I couldn't identify what kind of silence it was. It was as if she wanted to say thing, and I was waiting for that 'something'.

"Look, Percy," She started. I raised an eyebrow at her, obliging her to go on. "I want to say that I'm really sorry fro not trusting you. I hope you can forgive me."

Her sudden apology caught me off guard, but I managed to keep my body posture and expression unchanged. I silently waited for her to say something else, but she said nothing. No excuses, no reasons, just that she was in the wrong, and she was asking for forgiveness.

So much like the Annabeth I know.

I could see it on her face too- that desperation for my forgiveness, that uncontrollable need to repay me for everything I've done for her, even though I have told her a thousand times that she didn't need to.

"It's alright," I finally replied her in the most comforting tone I could muster from my currently messed up mood. "You didn't know anything, so I can't blame you for suspecting me."

"But I should have trusted you. I should have known that you were too kind to do that kind of thing, Too honest to lie to Rachel. Too-" Her voice was getting close to hysteria when I finally grabbed her by the shoulders and looked at her in the eyes.

Tears spilled from them, sliding down the smooth surface of her face, leaving wet tracks. Her eyes were rimmed red; sobs were flowing out of her unstoppably.

My heart reached out for her, and for some unfathomable reason, excruciating pain wracked my entire soul when I saw her crying like this.

I pulled her to me, wrapping my arms around her quivering body, feeling her muscles working to push me away but ultimately failing and the tears from her eyes seeping into my shirt.

"It's okay," I whispered. Then my voice stuck in my throat, and I could do nothing but hold her. A warm feeling spread across my body as we stood there, invading the sadness and misery I held in my heart at the thought of Rachel, and causing me to lose focus on Rachel and gain focus on the girl in my arms.

And we stood there, just the two of us, ignoring the shouts of doctors and nurses behind us, ignoring the boisterous laughter from inside the room, ignoring everything else. What mattered most was to comfort her. I couldn't bear to see her cry. The very thought that she cried for me made it a lot more unbearable, for some reason.

After a long while, she finally calmed down, her breaths becoming less rapid and her body less shaky, She gently pushed me back, and I allowed her to.

"…Are we still…" She couldn't seem to finish her question. She was staring at the ground, her body as stiff as a board.

I gave an exasperated sigh and affectionately placed my hand on her head, ruffling her silky blonde hair. "Of course I forgive you, you silly girl," I said with a wide grin. She looked up at me with shining eyes, and a small smile finally graced her lips.

"Thank you…" She whispered. I laughed and shook my head.

"No, thank you," I replied gratefully. She looked at me, confused and bewildered. She didn't understand why I was thanking her.

Before she could question me, I turned and started for the door. I felt her grab my hand, and a little warm, alien feeling…or not so alien feeling rose up in my chest.

"…Are you sure you're ready to go in?" She asked in a way calmer tone, more confident and purposeful. I smiled.

It seemed like she had learned how to accept forgiveness, and move on. I thanked the gods that miracle. Two years ago, the very thought of it seemed far-fetched and near impossible.

"I'm fine, thanks to you," I replied, and quickly walked into the room, not allowing any response. There was some strange hurry in me, some…fear. No, maybe not fear…maybe…I don't know. There was just this strange urge for me to quickly leave before she could reply, and I didn't know why.

I realized, as I talked to Rachel, that even though there was still sadness and grief in my heart, it had lessened considerably. I didn't know why, but I knew one thing, and that was why I had thanked Annabeth,

Even Rachel had never managed to take all my worries away, even for one short moment. And for some reason, Annabeth had done it. Even when she was hysteric and devastated and desperate, she had managed to do something that no one else had ever did.

For a moment, she had made me forget about everything. About my past, about my present and about what was to come in the near future.