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"Frederick, I have had enough," Mrs. Chase announced firmly at the dinner table a few days after Officer Jackson's visit. Annabeth, her ankle propped up on a stool as she ate, looked up.

Her father seemed to notice the tone of his wife's voice and looked up. "Yes, Helen?"

"These officers. Now, you know as well as anyone I am willing to do anything the king asks, but these officers – " she spluttered indignantly, "have completely taken over their rooms! Broken bottles of whiskey from the pub, food mixed with their clothes and personal necessities, chamber pots full of vomit after a night at the tavern – I simply can't abide it! Is there anything you can do to get us different soldiers?"

Dr. Chase sighed, but he knew his wife was right. "I'll see what I can do."

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And that was what found Annabeth looking into a pair of bright green eyes two weeks later.

"Miss Chase, this man said he had to talk to you or Mrs. Chase about something," their maid said, ushering the senior officer into the parlor.

"Thank you, Hazel," Annabeth said distractedly, putting down her embroidery. The maid curtsied and left. "Officer Jackson?" she said after the door had closed, leaving them alone. "Is there something from the Observers or the General?"

"Neither. Well, the general, technically, but more like Major Pitcairn," he answered, sitting down. "Apparently your father talked to one of the other senior officers about the men who are currently boarding with you?"

"Oh, yes," Annabeth remembered. "Do you know if they were able to find officers who could be switched out?"

"That's why I'm here," he said. Annabeth was surprised to find a glint of humor in those green, green eyes. "I and another soldier, Officer Valdez, will be moving in tomorrow. I just came to tell you to have Lieutenant Nakamura and Lieutenant Octavian out by tonight."

Annabeth smiled. "Thank you, Officer Jackson. I'm sure you will be a better guest than the previous officers."

He grinned as he got up and bowed. "Good to hear. I will see you tomorrow, Miss Chase."

She nodded and gave him another smile. "Officer Jackson." For some reason, she felt herself wanting him to stay, but she shook it off as she picked up her embroidery again.

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- June 2nd, 1774 -

Annabeth pushed a sweaty curl from her forehead. "You want me to what?"

"Well, I only have one horse, Miss Chase," Perseus explained impatiently. "If you'd rather walk all the way to the camp, then please do so."

Annabeth's ankle was finally healed, and she and Officer Jackson had established a friendship, of sorts, though more out of necessity than anything else. Paul Revere and some of the other leaders of the Observers had decided since the officer and the girl spent so much time together anyway, from living in the same house and being in the same situation, working for both Loyalists and Patriots, they would be a good team.

So now Annabeth was stuck with Officer Jackson, or Perseus, as she found out his first name was. He turned out to be a caring, loyal young man – and extremely annoying, once she got to know him better. But since Boston had been pretty quiet since the close of the harbor, Perseus had very little to do, and when the cold, rainy days had given into warm spring sunshine, the two had been spending a lot of time outside together.

Annabeth's ankle had slowly been healing, too, and although she had walked with crutches for a good while, she had finally given those up and was able to move without them, though burdened by a slight limp. He father, too, had been rested and healed quickly. Thankfully Luke had watched the shop while he was recovering, and Thalia had helped out as well.

But now that her ankle was healed, she had to report to the British camp to meet with Major Pitcairn about the offer he had made six weeks earlier. Only her parents had been told, because if she was to pose as a spy for the British it was imperative that it remained under wraps. They had been grim, because of the danger, mainly. Annabeth had chuckled inwardly a bit when they told her so – if only they knew how much danger she was really in.

Her life was so complicated, it was nearly laughable. Here she was, a young Loyalist girl who was a spy for the Loyalists, pretending to be a spy for the Patriots, and the information she was feeding the Loyalists was actually false and she really was a spy for the Whigs. On top of all that, her companion, Officer Jackson, was a spy for the Patriots and a senior officer in the army.

"After all this time I go to the camp, and I have to ride double with you?" Annabeth asked grumpily, tucking another curl into her straw hat.

Perseus looked exasperated. "Annabeth, will you please just mount?"

"Fine, Officer Jackson," Annabeth snapped. "If my mother kills me because I'm not being ladylike, it will be entirely your fault." She hiked her layers of petticoats and blue linen skirt up higher, not noticing Perseus swallowing and looking away.

Thalia, of course, chose that moment to show up, just as Annabeth mounted behind Perseus and settled her arms around his waist. "Annabeth?" she asked, her electric blue eyes squinting in the sun. "Why are you both on the horse? Mrs. Chase won't be pleased if Annabeth doesn't ride sidesaddle."

Annabeth shot Perseus a look. He addressed Thalia, paying no attention to her. "We have to cross the Neck, and there is still construction going on. Blackjack is used to the noise, and since Dr. Chase took his carriage, this is our only option."

Thalia rolled her eyes, muttering something about lobsterbacks' stupidity. Perseus ignored her and spurred the black stallion on, barely leaving time for Annabeth to call a farewell to her friend over her shoulder. Annabeth wouldn't admit it, but as much as she had protested, she rather liked having an excuse to put her arms around the young officer's waist.

They trotted through the busy streets, weaving around ox carts and people in the marketplace, and she felt a twinge of nervousness about what they were about to go do.

Perseus voiced it for her. "You do realize there's no going back after this?"

She swallowed and nodded. "Yes."

They rode in silence after that. Annabeth loosened the ribbons of her hat, untying the bow near her chin and letting the sun warm her head and face. Her long golden curls fell out of her neatly-tied ribbon and fell down her back, touching her hips and flowing in the wind.

Perseus glanced at her and chuckled. "Your mother definitely won't be pleased if she knew you were not protecting your face from the sun."

"'Tis not ladylike, Annabeth!" Annabeth mimicked her mother, sighing. "I am a sixteen-year-old young lady. I think I can make some of my own choices."

Perseus grinned. "So risking your life and gathering information to help prevent a war aren't large enough choices for you?"

Annabeth wrinkled her nose at him. "No, I also choose to deal with perhaps being a bit sunburned."

Perseus laughed, and Annabeth was struck with the fact that she actually enjoyed being with him. They had spent a few days together in the weeks previous, yes, but much of it had been spent arguing over the most minute details. From why he enjoyed blueberries so much or why she liked to read even though the words seemed to spin off the page, everything that could be disagreed over, they disagreed over. But they were in the same boat, and Annabeth had a feeling they would be friends by the time they got out of it.

By this time, they were at the end of the Neck. "Senior Officer Perseus Jackson," he told the red-coated guards at the exit. They nodded and let the horse through, though their conspicuous stares and crude remarks j sent a blush to Annabeth's already sun-kissed cheeks.

"You should ignore them," Perseus said, his voice sounding like he was gritting his teeth. "Not all of us soldiers are like that."

"I know," Annabeth replied. She could see the camp now, the tents dotting the green fields outside Boston looking huge and forbidding. She shivered involuntarily, and she felt Perseus stiffen against her. She tried to get her mind off the next hours and asked, "Why did your mother name you Perseus?"

Perseus chuckled, though it sounded forced. He seemed to be as nervous as she was, though hiding it better. "She and my father were planning to get married, but he was drafted into the Navy before they could. A press gang got him; he was minding his own business, buying fish for my mum, I think, and they found him. His name was Poseidon – strange, I know, but my mum said he loved the ocean so much he was like the sea god in the myths. I was born six months after he left, but his ship was lost at sea." He laughed bitterly. "I've always wanted to meet him, ever since I was little, but my mum did a fine job of raising me on her own, I suppose."

Annabeth was silent, digesting this piece of information about her companion, then asked quietly, "What is your mum's name?"

"Sarah." He paused with a small smile, as though remembering something sweet. "She goes by Sally. She used to tell me the Greek stories, how Perseus and his mother were protected by the god Poseidon even though they had been thrown in the sea. She named me Perseus because of those old myths, so I would remember my father."

Annabeth smiled softly. "She sounds like a wise woman."

"She's amazing," Perseus agreed. "She used to call me Percy, when it was just me and her. She said that my father would be proud."

"Percy?" Annabeth asked, grinning. "It fits."

He laughed. "Then I give you permission to call me it. But only when no one else is around, or I might lose my cover as a stern British officer."

She laughed too, glad the solemn moment had passed, glad that the bitter look had disappeared from his face. "As you wish, Percy."

Suddenly she caught her breath. So distracted by talking to Percy, she had momentarily forgotten the fact that they were nearing the camp, and now they were there.

Four red-coated soldiers stood where the road led to the camp. "Officer Jackson," one said, nodding politely but sending Annabeth a frigid stare. "You do know visitors are not allowed inside camp without the Major's permission?"

Percy sent the other officer a glare of his own. "She has been invited by General Gage himself. And you will be used to seeing her, as she will be frequenting headquarters often."

The other man nodded and gestured for them to pass. Percy steered Blackjack through the maze of tents, waving friends and greeting fellow officers. It seemed Percy was well-liked among the camp. When they reached a larger tent, Percy dismounted quickly and helped Annabeth down. "Here we are," he muttered in an undertone.

Annabeth surveyed the tent, quickly retying her hat securely on her head. Two soldiers stood outside with muskets on their shoulders. "Officer Jackson."

Percy nodded at them. "We have a meeting with Major Pitcairn."

"I'll go tell him," one of the soldiers answered, ducking inside the tent. A moment later he reappeared and motioned them inside.

"Officer Jackson! Welcome, welcome. And this must be Miss Chase!" boomed a deep voice.

Annabeth jumped, then turned to the voice. A large red-coated man was seated behind a table, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He stood up and bowed. "A pleasure to finally meet you. I trust your ankle is healed?"

"Oh, yes," Annabeth replied, a bit flustered. Percy sent her an amused glance as he exchanged pleasantries with the major.

"So Annabeth, Officer Jackson here has told you why I wished to meet with you?" inquired Major Pitcairn, sitting down again. He gestured to two wooden chairs near the table. "Oh, and please be seated."

Annabeth sat down quickly and smoothed her skirt with trembling hands. "Yes sir."

"And you have agreed to it?" the Major asked, leaning towards her.

Annabeth could practically feel Percy's thoughts through his rigid posture and set jaw, but she nodded anyway. "I have, sir."

"I do not know what the Whigs do to Loyalist spies, but our penalty for Patriot infiltrators is death," the major said, his red, kind face crinkling. "I know you live in a Loyalist family, but since your father goes to house calls of prominent Patriot families, we thought that would be a good place to start getting information that could benefit our cause."

"If I could, sir, may I interject?" interrupted Percy, leaning forward in his chair.

The major nodded, looking a bit taken aback. "Yes, Officer Jackson?"

Percy proceeded to explain all about the Observers. Annabeth was horrified at first, until she realized how cleverly Percy was rearranging the story. He failed to mention where they had been meeting, who exactly was in it, and most importantly, that Annabeth was already working as a spy there. "You see, sir, as I told you before, I have already offered myself as a Patriot spy. They believe that I am working completely for them and simply using my position here as a gateway for information. If we could also insert Annabeth, then we could work together."

The major looked impressed. "You certainly have thought this out, Officer Jackson. I think it just might work, if Annabeth here can use some acting skills."

Annabeth nodded. "I believe I could convince the Observers, sir. I have a Patriot friend who really does work with them, and with her help I'm sure I could get in."

Major Pitcairn nodded. "Since Officer Jackson here is also residing at your house, this could work very well indeed. I want you two to work together, especially gathering information from these Observer people. Locations, meetings, leaders, plans – I want them all."

"Sir, can you give us information to feed to them, though?" Annabeth asked. "They expect us to give them your plans, so if you could give us fake ones…"

"True, Miss Chase." The major regarded them thoughtfully. "You two could be truly useful. I will contact you soon." He stood, ushering them out. "Good day, Miss Chase, Officer Jackson."

Annabeth met his eyes. "And to you, Major." The warm sunlight hit her face, a sharp contrast from the dark, cool interior of the tent. He nodded at both of them, then ducked back inside the tent.

Percy helped her mount Blackjack, and they quickly trotted through the tents and reached the road again. Breathing a sigh of relief that made her feel as though she had been holding her breath the whole time, Annabeth said, "If this gets any more confusing, I will forget what side I am on."

Percy groaned. "You're a Loyalist girl who is a Patriot spy who is pretending to be a Loyalist spy who is pretending to be a Patriot spy pretending to be a Loyalist spy. What could be confusing about that?"

Annabeth laughed, undoing her hat again and letting the tension roll out of her shoulders. The bright blue sky made everything seem more hopeful, almost seeming to sugarcoat the fatal danger she had just put herself in. "Indeed."

And Percabeth is beginning... sorry to anyone who is looking for fluff but this will be rather drama-filled in later chaps, just letting you know.

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