Hey! I'm back! Again. Anyway, here's chapter 20, which is where this story starts getting a little bit crazy. But hopefully, it's not horrible and you know, other good things will happen. Anyway, here we are…five chapters left. Yay. I changed my username, again, but I put that in the last chapter as well so…hopefully you saw that, but if not, here it is. It was Silversky247, and then I changed it to The Dark Fallen Fairy, and as you can see, it is now Nymph of Faeryland. So yeah.

Guest: Uh…I'm not sure why you want me to kill Percy, but I kinda need Percy to be alive for this story, so, sorry? Percabeth stories work better…with both Percy and Annabeth alive…

Reader12859: …I meant that he wasn't going to be single and having leftover feelings for her for forever and a day…and yeah, it is a little bit sad that you may have freaked out more than Annabeth but that's okay. Yes. We like character development that no one else likes, but I may have abandoned that in this chapter ;-; sorry but there was some, now I need to wrap up the story and that means starting the Percabeth drama! Anyway. But yes…OC's are great. IDK. Disagreeing with people is…both good and bad, maybe? It depends on what you're disagreeing on, I'd think.

ThatGirlWithaCat: I CANNOT BELIEVE I HAD TO DELETE AND REPOST THIS SO YOU COULD REVIEW.

All of that aside, thanks. Sure. I think you hate Comic Sans for unjustified reason though. I guess Piper and Annabeth are weird, but. Yes, I changed it. Bye!

Yes. Very good that Annabeth is eating. And yeah…poor Annabeth. Even though, I, uh, make sarcastic remarks that no one really appreciates…one day, one day…*shakes fist*…anyway, that's sad that the friend doesn't talk the same way. Yeah…Annabeth would not be happy if she was made out to be a charity case, which she kinda was…it sounds pretty funny to me too.

Oh. If you read my story Dear Mira Green, you might know the OC who joins us for this one! *cough* I'm looking at you, ThatGirlWithaCat, I'm looking at you *cough*

On with the story, in Annabeth's POV, because she's easier to write in than Percy:

Annabeth rushed out of the lecture hall, the flush on her cheeks darkening in embarrassment. How could she do that to me? All she was aware of was being back in the lecture hall as Professor Fross asked her if she needed any professional help. In front of the whole class. She was way out of line. She remembered when Percy had complained about Professor Fross reminding him of Ms. Dodds, on the day that they broke up. He'd been right, hadn't he? She was a right old hag.

Annabeth kept walking, briskly, a cold wind biting her nose and ears and her cheeks, her hair acting as a deterrent or windbreaker, and she closed her eyes against the draft. All that mattered was to get out of the classroom and to her warm, safe apartment, away from the lecture hall, away from Professor Fross, away from all the stares of her classmates, just away. Away from everything. She couldn't deal with the pity right now. She wasn't a charity case, something for them to ogle and whisper over in the halls.

It's such an embarrassment. I'm the same competent student I was before, but nobody seems to get that. All they see now is an anorexic case and I'm sick of it. It hasn't even been that long since the semester started. How did all the word get out so fast? Will and Nico wouldn't do that, right?

"Annabeth!" she didn't listen to the voice, not ready to hear some sort of jibe or whatever was going to come out of the person's mouth next. "Annabeth Chase!" she turned, not in a good mood, ready to tear into the next person who spoke to her, only to be faced with Randy Randolph. A son of Hypnos she'd known a little bit from Camp Half-Blood- he'd been the head counselor before Clovis, son of Hypnos. However, he'd slept very often, had an unrequited crush on a girl, she was pretty sure. Some daughter of Demeter. Or maybe Dionysus. Myra? Mara? She wasn't sure, she had known her a little bit once upon a time, but that had been years ago. She may not have even been at Camp Half-Blood at the time. Myra would just have to deal.

"What?" she snarled. Randy Randolph seemed to get her mood and slowed but kept walking to her.

Now that she thought about it, she was pretty sure his name might've been Randolph Randolph. She pitied him for that, his parents had handed any aggressors a perfect tool, which was why he went by Randy R., most of the time, or Randy Randolph. Like that daughter of Venus in her chemistry class, Darla Darling. Anyway. It wasn't time to think about names full of alliteration, such as Aralyn Alexandra Arbor.

"I just- I wanted to say that Ol' Frosty shouldn't have done that. She was out of line, and it wasn't fair to you." There was compassion in his eyes, she thought, but she blinked and looked away, biting her lip. She stared into too many eyes.

"Thanks. She was way out of line." Her words were icy. "Now if you'll excuse me, I should be going. I have more classes with terribly rude professors." She turned again to walk away.

"Wait!" she turned. "I- do you want to walk together?" Annabeth fell silent, considering the question. Did she want to walk with Randy Randolph? Not particularly, no. Should she walk with Randy Randolph? Maybe. Would it be a good thing to do for someone? Unfortunately, yes. So she just shrugged half heartedly and kept walking, tossing over her shoulder;

"Sure." His face brightened a tad and Annabeth felt a little bad. "Actually, I don't have class for a while…you want to come in?" they weren't at the apartment building yet, but Randy seemed bright. He'd get it.

"Uh, sure. Where do you live?" Annabeth pointed to the building coming up on their brisk walk, without a word. Randy silently fell into step beside her, not saying anything, which Annabeth appreciated. It gave her time to stew over Professor Fross and her unprofessional behavior.

Annabeth didn't wait for the elevator and took the stairs, trying to burn off the adrenaline rush from it all. Randy followed her, a silent voice, as she climbed the stairs, got to her apartment, unlocked the door.

"So, uh, how are you? Clovis?" this was awkward. Why had she done this? Luckily, Randy responded quickly as if to save the failing conversation, something she appreciated. Th

"Last time I saw him, Clovis was doing pretty well. I think he stayed up in New York, though, he's younger than we are, after all. Camp's still got a place for him there." Randy said thoughtfully. "I hope he's alright."

"Yeah, of cour-" Annabeth stopped as the door opened. Piper? That couldn't be right, because Piper, Piper was in class. The door opened…to Percy. Annabeth stiffened instinctively, oddly guilty. Why was she guilty? It wasn't like she was wronging Percy- they weren't dating, they were just friends. She still winced as he came through that door, ever bright, ever cheerful…to a wrong scene.

"Hey, Annabeth, d'you-" Percy stopped as he took in Annabeth, Randy, his face going from questioning to cold and hard in an instant. "Excuse me." There was an inkling of jealousy in his eyes, wasn't there? She couldn't tell. "I'll be going." The door shut hard behind him, Annabeth remembering that night in December- she had to go after him.

"Randy, I'm really, really sorry. But I think…" Randy shrugged. There seemed to be a bit of disappointment there, but Annabeth couldn't worry about two guys at the moment? How could she have been so stupid? Why had she invited Randy Randolph in in the first place, when she was trying to fix the botched relationship with Percy? "I think I should go after Percy," she finished. "What with the history, and all, and I don't want him to get the wrong idea or something like that because nothing happened between us and I can't ruin this a second time. I'm really, really sorry." She was sorry, not perhaps because she'd wanted to talk much to Randy but because this wasn't fair to him, he had tried and gotten through to her and then she was now turning him away to go after someone else and that wasn't fair to Randy Randolph at all, this was very different from fair.

Life isn't fair. He'll get over it. Annabeth still paused, but Aphrodite's words sounded again in her head. Percy won't be around forever. She had to go now, while he was still there. He wasn't going to be around forever. She bit her lip and steeled herself. As horrible as it was, Percy was more important than Randy was and she had to honor that, because a thousand Randy Randolph's would never be able to compare or own up to Percy Jackson. She stared at him, waiting for the response.

"I understand. I get it. Really. You need to go after him. It wasn't romantic on your end, and that's okay, because I didn't ask for anything and I didn't get anything and I didn't expect it."

Oh, so romantic. Randy sad, and Annabeth sorry, but it can't change the fact that Annabeth is meant to end up on Percy's arm and not his. Annabeth stiffened as Aphrodite spoke. Was she talking to her? Or to someone else and just…projecting it outwards? What did she mean?

Annabeth is meant to end up on Percy's arm and not his? Did that mean- did that mean they were going to end up together? Annabeth paused at this. Apparently, Randy was sad, and it was true. Annabeth was sorry, but the second part? About it not being able to change it? Did that mean their future was already set in stone…together? Annabeth shook her head as if to clear it, but she couldn't. It was such a big fact, after all. It was telling her her future with Percy and it sounded like a good one, but…it wouldn't be if Annabeth didn't set him straight on Randy, after all. And if that happened, she would never forgive herself. If Piper ever found out about this, she would never forgive her. The rest of the Seven wouldn't say anything, but they wouldn't think it a good decision to stay with Randy for a few minutes before going to class anyway.

"I really am sorry. But I- I have to go after him. I- please." Annabeth grabbed a coat, ushered Randy out the door, and put on shoes, hurrying in spite of herself. This was being rude to Randy, but at the moment he just- he just couldn't matter more than Percy. Percy. He was so close. She could catch him if she tried. It sounded like she'd 'catch' him anyway, but she still needed to try. If she didn't try that could make the prophecy fall apart, but did that even happen?

"Go after him." She looked up, startled at this. He was saying this, really? Apparently, he had thought it was some sort of romantic thing, and he was just letting her go. She wasn't sure whether to be saddened or happy about this. One guy had already left her and the other was letting her go, and she wasn't with either of them. She would dwell on it later when she was alone and didn't have a Percy Jackson to catch.

"What?" Randy repeated himself.

"Go after the boy you love. It's what you need to do. I hope it goes well." Annabeth's heart thudded to a halt, the fading adrenaline rush from Percy leaving starting right back up from the first six words Randy had spoken.

"I- what? I- I don't love Percy. I think you're mistaken. I don't love Percy." Randy stared at her with sad eyes and said four words.

"I think you do."