Here's Wednesday. Wednesdays are nice, it means you're now getting to the end of the school week and soon it'll be the weekend! And after this weekend Spring Break is coming and I'm excited to stay out of school for eleven days.

If I owned PJO, my name would be Rick Riordan and I wouldn't write fanfiction.

Annabeth's POV:

"Percy! Don't let go!" What's going on? Percy hung over the pit leading to Tartarus, his grip on her fingers weakening as she tightened hers. I'm the one who's supposed to fall…Percy's not supposed to die, I am. For all she tried, her own grab on his hand started to slip. "Percy!" she knew what she was supposed to do. She was supposed to give in, to tell Nico above her to meet them at the Doors of Death and to plunge heroically down with Percy into the darkness of Tartarus, but she couldn't. She couldn't make herself fall down there with Percy, with the love of her life, even in a dream.

"Annabeth! Don't let me go!" Percy's shout was desperate as he scrabbled for a hold, and Annabeth couldn't make herself tighten her grip on his fingers, which were slipping from his hand. "Annabeth- please!" he called up to her. Nico was watching her silently, but it wasn't really Nico, just like it wasn't supposed to be Percy dangling from the edge. "Don't let go of me…" Annabeth screamed as her hand loosened on its own and Percy fell into the darkness, unable to dive after him like she wanted. Foolish mind, please, let me go! Nico was unmoving. Percy's scream echoed as Annabeth collapsed, sobbing and yet strangely happy. She was free…

"Really, daughter of Athena? Your own mind betrays you…it wants to be free of Percy Jackson, it wanted to let him go and die. Your lover falls into Tartarus where he will die from the same empousa you protected him from once." Nico's eyes were swirling voids of cold. "I should've expected it from a disloyal god child like you. You can't make yourself be loyal to your own husband." Eyes mocking, Nico pushed Annabeth into Tartarus, where she screamed and cried, falling to Percy's level.

"Percy!" she screamed, reaching out. But Percy merely stared at her, eyes cold.

"Annabeth. You let me go…you don't deserve me anymore." He turned away from her, and when they hit the water, Annabeth's body was squashed like a pancake against the river. She felt her spirit be taken by the River Cocytus as Annabeth Chase became just another one of the damned souls crying out for help, and she felt guilt and anger at Percy take her away. She urged him to give up until he, too, joined her, not happy with her, just there.

And then Annabeth woke up, gasping for air, ramrod straight, shame taking her.

How can I be such a terrible person? I let go of Percy, my soulmate, and let him fall into Tartarus alone. I don't deserve him. I killed him and put him in the Cocytus. Percy wasn't in the bed with her, and her mind automatically feared the worst. Did he actually die because of what I did in my dream? How could I, knowing what was down in Tartarus, be heartless enough to let go? I'm a monster.

Percy walked in and Annabeth shivered, trying to disguise the shock of her nightmare self's actions. If that happened in real life, if you were an inch from Tartarus once again, would I have the courage to take the fall with you again?

Would I just let you go? Percy gave her a worried glance. "You okay, Wise Girl? You're really quiet." His wedding band on his left ring finger glittered and the guilt came over her again.

"I don't deserve you." She said softly, hating the way Percy's eyes widened and rounded in confusion and stared at her like she'd broken his whole world and handed him the pieces.

"Why would you say that, Annabeth? If anything I don't deserve you. You're so smart, and beautiful, and kind, and I just kind of stumbled into your life and killed some monsters. I'm the one that rose Gaea. I'm the one that doesn't deserve the other." Annabeth just shook her head, the tears clogging her throat, nose and mouth, misting her eyes.

"No. I helped Gaea come awake…and you did it all. My dream showed that." She could see the words going into Percy's seaweed brain and helping him to understand, and the look he gave her, so confused and baby-seal-cute, broke her.

"You're basing this self-doubt off a terrible demigod dream?" his voice was incredulous. "Annabeth, you know you're worth more than that." She looked down, unable to meet Percy's eyes, sea-green and staring at her like she was a goddess. Only half. Not enough to be perfect like deities and not enough to be selfless. Not enough to fall down with him in a dream. "Annabeth, what was it?"

She bursts into tears. Honest-to-god tears, and she feels silly but knows she needs to cry as much as she needs to breathe right now, needs to have some humanity left in her and that includes sorrow. Percy sits down, leaving the coffee on the nightstand and giving her a gentle kiss and a hug, but she can't bring herself to tell him that when she had his choice, she didn't take it. "Annabeth, talk to me." Percy breathes out gently, a sigh whether he means it to be or not and it breaks her will to remain silent and not hurt him more than he, as a demigod, the gods' pawn, has already been hurt by prophecies and betrayal and she knows she can't hurt him even more.

"We were in Rome…and you- you were the one falling." Annabeth felt Percy's chin nod into her head slightly, tried not to gasp in hiccupping sobs. "Not me. I was hanging onto your hand, and I couldn't pull us up, and I…" she can feel Percy's mouth open and cuts him off before he tries to say, 'we fell' because they did fall but it was in shifts, she left him to fall first before killing him in the Cocytus. "I let go of your hand and you fell…" Percy's jaw pressed down into her head once more. "because I let you go, a- and then I fell too and I became a soul in the Cocytus and I killed you." And then she did burst into tears because how can you not when you're confessing to your husband that in a very real dream you killed him? She expects Percy to get up and walk away, but when his arms are around her Annabeth tenses and stiffens, not daring to relax because if she does, she'll be let down. "Percy?" her whisper is so impossibly soft it scratches up her vocal cords and only lets her cry, which is fine for now. He doesn't let go, doesn't hear her silent question but he speaks.

"Annabeth, you'd never do that in real life." He's so firm and decisive, as if Percy is the one who is controlling Annabeth's life and knows that if it ever happened, he'd make sure she went down with him or pulled them both back up and Annabeth almost smiles into his arm but refrains.

You never know how much they might hurt you later. That's one thing that's affected Annabeth ever since Luke- that she can't trust anybody forever anymore, Percy, Thalia and Grover are the only ones that she can really trust and even then, there are the dreams of a Percy with dark eyes that lunges for her with the bronze knife that killed Luke and slits her throat with one firm strike-

But if she thinks about that she'll never be free.

But sometimes when it's especially dark, Thalia comes out of the shadows and she's killing that Ophiotaurus creature and she kisses Luke and Annabeth's heart is dying when he kisses back and the two of them topple Olympus with two words and she's fighting him but the bronze knife fails her just like he did and he sends her tumbling to the floor and Thalia looses an arrow from a silver hunting bow into her stomach laced with poison, and Annabeth's body joins the thousands already on the ground.

There are the dreams where Grover sets fire to Camp Half-Blood and watches as Juniper crumbles to ash and Annabeth screams as the heat of fire burns her defenseless body and she goes limp but her cry continues. And when Annabeth wakes up from these dreams, she can't trust anybody anymore, not until the sun is shining brightly and she's warm from Percy's arms that she feels her faith in people finally come back. Because maybe the dreams are a little real, maybe they come from the dark part of her mind that was ruined by Luke, but Percy's warm skin against her body is definitely truth, flesh and blood.

"How do you know?" her body betrays her mind and she's still shaking a little with cries, but Percy's arms tighten around her all the same.

"Because you're Annabeth." His voice is soft and sweet and sad and makes Annabeth feel warm and happy, "and you'd never do something like that."

"Easy for you to say. You're fatal flaw is personal loyalty. If I was hanging over the gap, you'd fall for me but I couldn't make my body move."

"It was a dream. You know there are those evil dream spirits and things that just make us have bad dreams and that just happens." Percy's lips brush her neck, and Annabeth shivers. "You don't have to worry. I'm never going to leave you, I promise." Annabeth's mouth moves against her will and smiles into Percy's arm.

"I know."

This was sort of a filler chapter because I didn't want time to pass too fast in the story, so Jiper is still only engaged and Percy and Annabeth are still just married for now…

If you have any suggestions for what should happen next in the story please PM me, or put it in a review.

Percabeth Forever!