Hi! I'm back. I figured I'd been keeping you guys long enough, haha. And props to all who guessed the character last chapter! It was Luke. Most of you guessed him, but some of you guys guessed Jason (to be honest, I kind of forgot about Jason...whoops...). So...summary of my new story is at the bottom! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own...but I have a plan...*mischievous wiggle of eyebrows*

"Thalia!" I yell, pushing through the crowd. "Thalia!"

She doesn't hear me. Why isn't she hearing me?

"Thalia!" Finally, she turns slightly, and catches my eye, grinning slightly. My chest aches at the notion. I've missed that familiar grin, really missed it...

I catch up to her, breathing heavily. Who knew wading through throngs of students could take so much out of you? "Thalia, what the Hades is going on?"

She looks at me, her expression puzzled and politely confused. "Umm...excuse me?"

"What the Hades is going on?" I repeat. "Where have you been? Why is Olympus closed? And...why aren't you wearing black?"

"Olympus? Hades? Black?" Thalia echoes. "Is this...supposed to be funny? Some sort of joke?"

"No!" I yelp desperately. "Thalia, seriously, you're starting to freak me out. Why don't you remember this? Why don't you remember me?"

"Why should I remember you?" She asks me, her eyebrows drawn together. Cold shock wells through my body, and I stand still, mouth open, eyes wide.

"You...you d-don't remember me? My name? Anything?" I finally manage to croak out.

Thalia shakes her head apologetically. "Sorry...but before today...I've never seen you before." Well, that feels like a slap in the face. "As for your name...it's Percy, right? We have History together?"

"Umm...yeah..." I mutter, blush creeping onto my cheeks. Thalia would have remembered me...wouldn't she? Wait...does that mean she's not Thalia? No...she has to be...those blue eyes are unmistaka-

"Percy?" Annabeth pants, catching up to me. "Jeez, Seaweed Brain, you could have waited for me..."

"Sorry," I whisper, and she notices the downcast look in my eyes, realizing what must have happened.

"Hi," she turns to Thalia, brushing back a piece of her curly blond hair before sticking out her hand. Thalia takes it and they shake, Annabeth scrutinizing her all the while, causing a light pink blush to form over Thalia's freckles. "I'm Annabeth. Annabeth Chase."

"Nice to meet you," Thalia replies. "I'm Thalia Grace." I look at her face, waiting for that ugly look Thalia always got on her face when she said her last name. But there's nothing, just a small smile.

"So, uh, Thalia," Annabeth clears her throat. "D'you want to maybe sit with us at lunch? I...I mean we, I mean...well...I kind of want to talk to you about some...stuff."

"Oh." Thalia blinks. "Umm...sure...that's fine, I guess. What did you want to talk about?"

"Just...stuff," Annabeth mumbles, still being as vague as possible.

"Okay," Thalia says cautiously. Then she glances at the clock on the wall, and expression of surprise and fear crossing her face. "Oh, shoot, I gotta go. Apparently, Mrs. Hawthorne hates tardiness...but I'll see you guys at lunch, right?"

"Right," Annabeth speaks for both of us, because I seem to have temporarily lost the power of speech. "We have a couple of people I want you to meet."

"See you then!" Thalia says cheerfully, walking off. I just stand there, almost frozen, while Annabeth looks after her.

"She doesn't remember us," I whisper, biting my lip as hard as I can without drawing blood.

"No. She doesn't."

"Why?" I ask petulantly, like a small child.

Annabeth gives me a small grin. "I don't know everything, Seaweed Brain."

I give a mock gasp and fall backwards, clutching my heart. "Annabeth Chase? Not knowing something? The Apocalypse is coming!"

"Oh, shut up, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth says, smacking my arm, but she's smiling, and pretty soon we're both laughing hysterically, because this situation is so darn ridiculous, and-

"What are you both doing?" A shrill voice rings out, like nails on a chalkboard. We both immediately stop and turn, meeting the hawk-like gaze of a woman with steel gray hair, sharp beady eyes, and an ugly scowl on her face. "You should be in class."

"Oh, we were just-" Annabeth stutters.

"Never mind," the lady snaps. "Get to class. Don't let me catch you two, or you'll both be in detention for a week."

"Yes ma'am," I stammer quickly, and we both scurry out of her sight to our next class, which, thankfully, we have together.

Annabeth and I are both fidgeting like crazy, counting the seconds until it's time for lunch. We've been thrown many dirty looks over the course of the past three classes, almost getting detentions from irritated teachers, who apparently couldn't handle the sound of tapping pencils, or feet, or fingers, or-well, you get the idea.

When the bell does ring, both Annabeth and I are out the door before anyone can even blink.

"Where the Hades is the cafeteria?" I snarl, frantically racking my brains for the direction we're supposed to go.

"Percy, relax," Annabeth takes my hand. "Thalia's probably not even out of class yet. Slow down."

"You try relaxing when one of you fricking best friends just appeared out of nowhere and is a freaking amnesiac and doesn't even remember you and is wearing a bright T-shirt that's not black and-"

"She's my best friend, too, Percy," Annabeth snaps, rolling her eyes. That shuts me up for a moment, and we're both silent.

"Sorry," I mumble. "It's just...she's been gone for so long, and we just got her back, and..."

"I know," Annabeth murmurs, drawing me into a warm embrace. We jump apart once the hallway starts flooding with students. "How about we go get lunch?"

"Good idea," I tell her, and we set off towards the cafeteria.

"Dude! And then, she was all, 'what the heck?'" Connor laughs.

"I know!" Travis snickers. "Percy! Annabeth! 'Sup?"

Annabeth and I sit down, carefully placing our food-laden trays on the table. "

"Hey," I say shortly.

"Hi," Annabeth murmurs.

"Well, what's got your panties in a twist?" Clarisse growls menacingly.

My head snaps over to look at her. "You don't...know?"

"Know what?" Clarisse says, cocking an eyebrow.

"Hi Percy! Hi Annabeth! Are these your guys' friends?" All five of us turn towards the new voice, and there's Thalia, standing right in front of us, holding a red tray.

"Oh." Clarisse blinks. "Well...this is a new development."

We all sit, chewing quietly. You can almost feel the awkward in the air.

"So, Thals, how ya been?" Conner asks.

"Thals?" Thalia asks, confused.

"It's your nickname..." Travis tells her, as though she's dumb.

"No, it's not..." Thalia says.

"Yes, it is," Travis insists. "Remember? Percy used to call you that at Camp-" Annabeth quickly slaps a hand over his mouth, but lets go when he licks her, letting out a noise of disgust.

"Camp? What are you all going on about?" Thalia interrogates us.

"Nothing," Annabeth and I both hastily say.

"Oh...kay..." Thalia says. "So you said earlier you wanted to ask me about...stuff?"

"You talked earlier?" Clarisse snaps.

"No," Annabeth says quickly.

"Yes, you did," Thalia says.

"No, we didn't," I tell her.

"You guys are really weird...you know that, right?" Thalia grins.

"You have no idea," I sigh. "So...about those questions...well, some of them might seem a little weird, but we...uh...ask people these questions all the time when we first meet them. Right, guys?"

"Right," Annabeth, Connor, Travis, and Clarisse chorus.

"So. First question. Do you believe in Greek myths?" I ask.

"You mean, like, Zeus and Aphrodite and stuff?" Thalia questions.

"Yeah."

"No, not really, why?"

"We'll ask the questions here," Travis says, quirking an eyebrow. Thalia just shakes her head.

"Second question. Do you live with your parents?" Annabeth asks.

"Yeah. My mom and my dad," Thalia answers, and we all slump down in our seats slightly.

"What's your favorite color?" Clarisse asks.

"I don't really know...I like a lot of them...but I really like red," Thalia muses. I meet Annabeth's gaze and a wave of desperation washes over me. Thalia's favorite color isn't red. It's blue.

"Do you see eagles a lot?" Connor prods.

"No...actually, I've never seen an eagle before," Thalia shrugs.

"Do you know a guy named Luke?" Travis questions, and Annabeth's face visibly darkens. Thalia hesitates, and that makes me look at her closely. Her eyes...a flicker of recognition flashes across them...her eye dart back and forth a little...her lip curls up slightly...all of this happens in less than a second.

"Luke? Nope. Don't know a Luke. I do know a Lucas, though." Thalia's answer is devoid of any emotion.

"Okay. Thanks for answering our questions," Annabeth says, and she gets up quickly. I follow after her.

"I don't think it's her," Annabeth confides in me, once we're out in the hall.

"It has to be," I say desperately. I saw something everyone else didn't. I saw Thalia react to that question about Luke. I saw the look of recognition in her eyes.

It may not be much, but I'm going to hold onto it.

I'm going to use it to get the real Thalia back.

Annnnd done! School starts in two days...blech...oh well. So, this is the summary for my Perlia fic:

It's simple. You go on a quest, rescue a princess, and she falls into your arms, declaring her everlasting love, right? Wrong. Unfortunately, Prince Perseus doesn't know that...

I know, I'll have to make it shorter, but that's what I came up with for now. When I ment AU, I really did mean it's going to be an Alternate Universe. Percy is a prince, and Thalia's a princess. Can't wait until I start it...:)

Thanks for the reviews, guys! I got a lot last chapter, it was a nice surprise. And...you know...could you maybe...coughcoughkeepitup?coughcough. Thanks!

HUGGLES!

~lilmissf