A/N: OMG…I am sooooo soooo sorry for the stupid and hideous previous chapter. This bloody writer's block… ARGH!

awesomeness : Thanks, hun but this is a hideous chapter..I'm sorry! T.T
ArianaandXaia : I'm sorry for disappointing you! I tried to make it longer buuuut….and yeah, I like the red phone booth/time machine better. Easier to disguise it.
makerboy13 : Annabeth is going to go ballistic. o.o I think I'll do a one-shot about Katniss and the days after Percy's 'death'.

Disclaimer : homaigod! I always get writer's block and Rick's been writing a 608-page book for over a year and Suzanne Collins has a trilogy plus another series! Do the math…:P

Percy's POV

" I want to go with you."

" I don't think that's going to help, Annabeth."

" Why not?"

" Um…."

" I'm not going to start World War III."

I choke on my berries. " Sure you won't," I say sarcastically. " I nearly burst into flames at the tension between you two."

Annabeth pick some rocks (small, thankfully) and threw it at me, laughing. " Can you be more sarcastic?"

It is quite a sunny morning today, though the sun isn't that hot. At least it is warmer than last night. We decided to sleep in shifts and I told Annabeth to go to sleep first. After an hour or two, it started to snow really heavily and we couldn't sleep after that since we're too busy walking around, jumping and doing some sprint to keep ourselves warm. By dawn, the snowing slows down and we finally could get a quick nap.

" Seriously," I say, " I think you should just hide out here while I go and meet Katniss."

" Seriously," she mimics me. " I think I should just go and follow you when you go and meet Katniss."

" Annabeth!"

" Percy!"

" Oh, this is on, Chase!"

" Bring it, Jackson!"

And…

Yeah…

We pretty much frolicked around on the ground together the rest of the morning. Stopping only for some air. After we got bored with wrestling each other, we resorted to throwing snowballs at each other.

Yay.

Here we are, stranded in a dystopian country probably light years away with no help and no friends and yet we are playing like kids.

Typical of you, Jackson.

" It's nearly noon," Annabeth says suddenly, just as I perfected my hundredth snowball and prepare it for launch.

" Oh, you're just saying that so that you wouldn't lose to me!"

She rolls her eyes. " As much as I would like to beat you, Seaweed Brain, you've still got a promise to keep," she says.

" How can you tell it's noon when you don't even have a watch?"

She rolls her eyes (AGAIN!) and points up at the sun. " There's this thing we call estimating the time according to our shadows, Seaweed Brain. How did you think those people in Ancient Greece could figure out the time?"

" Oh," I say, grinning sheepishly. " Hey, don't give me that look!" I tell her, launching the snowball at her. " I'm a Seaweed Brain. We all know that."

" Good. Come on," she says, grabbing my arm. " You've got a lot of explaining to do."

" Um…."

" Yes. To me too."

Styx.

" Does she make it a habit of making people wait?" Annabeth ask, her tone is forced to sound calm. " My butt is freezing right now."

" I don't understand," I say, ruffling my hair. " I mean, I promised I'd explain everything and all. Why won't she trust me?"

Annabeth looks at me in a semi-sympathetic way. Semi because there's this really scary glint in her eyes that probably screamed DON'T SAY ANYTHING STUPID OR I WILL GUT YOU LIKE A FISH. " She probably had something she had to deal with," Annabeth says, in a semi-soothing voice. Again, semi because her voice contains venom.

" Maybe," I say. " But as you said, my butt is freezing too. Wanna find somewhere warm enough?"

" Anywhere," she says, looking extremely relieved at the suggestion. " Wait. Are you going into the district?" she suddenly asks, looking extremely alarmed when I approach the fence and bend over to fit myself between the gaps.

" Why do you sound so surprised?"

" People are going to know who you are, Percy and that will raise a lot of questions, remember?" she says, sounding pretty exasperated.

" Oh, sorry. I forgot. Thanks for reminding me," I say, stepping away from the fence. " Gods, if you didn't stop me someone could have spotted me." I pull her close and give her a hug. " So, any ideas on how to disguise your awfully hot boyfriend?"

" Oh, yeah. With some scars?"

I roll my eyes. She push me away and went to the blueberry bush. She picks a few bunch ( " You're not still hungry, are you?" ) and starts to squeeze the juice on top of my head. " The good thing about this berries are that they give off some strong color, don't you think?"

Yeah. Very strong coloring. Because now I'm standing in front of her with my hair and lips dyed blue. And now she's going to paint some more blueberry juice on to my eyelids.

" I've always wanted to see you with make-up, Percy," she giggles. " And now my wish has come true."

" Ha ha," I say, rolling my eyes. " Good for you. Am I different enough now?"

" Wait!" she says, pulling my hand. " Here," she hands me her Yankees cap. When she sees the confused look on my face, she adds, " It hasn't been working ever since I met Athena in a mess at the Grand Central Station. It's pretty much a regular baseball cap now. Yeah. Come on."

We slip in through the fence and slowly make our way to the disturbingly familiar street. " I think I know where we can go," I whisper to her as we walk pass several miners, who seem to have quite an interest in me. Maybe because of the blue color of my hair.

Or maybe they actually recognized me as Percy Jackson, the boy who died in the 74th Hunger Games.

I lean over to Annabeth and whisper, " My name is going to be Adrian James. Okay? Okay." She stares at me in an amusement for a while and shakes her head, muttering " Seaweed Brain."

After a few minutes of walking, we finally reached the alien yet familiar house.

" The Everdeens," I say, walking straight to the front door.

" Don't you think that would defeat the purpose of your disguise?" Annabeth hisses at me, tugging at my arm as I knock on the frayed wooden door.

" We'll just introduce ourselves and then ask if they can give us some shelter and food because we're freezing our butts now," I hiss back. She huffs and crosses her arm, waiting for the door to open. " Hello? Is anybody home?"

" The Everdeens moved to the Victor's Village, son," a familiar voice says. I turn around and I nearly call her by name. " You can find them in the second house. But why are you looking for them in the first place anyway?"

" Um…we're freezing right now and it would be extremely nice to have something warm to eat," I say and right on cue, Annabeth sneezes. " We stayed out in the snow last night and my (please don't kill me!) wife here is starting to catch some cold."

" What's your name, son?" the old lady – Greasy Sae – asks, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. " Are you from the Capitol? 'Cause I've never seen you before here."

" My name is Adrian James and this is my wife, Annabeth. We're um…yeah, we're from the Capitol," I lied.

But…

The general rule of lying : once you lie, you have to lie some more and more and more and always keep track of it because one little slip can send everything crumbling. So yeah…I'm going to be in deep shit after this but what the heck? If I don't, I'm going to get some major questions from the people of District 12.

And Panem. Let's not forget about Panem.

" I'm Sae Upton. You can call me Greasy Sae. Everybody does." She eyes us some more. " You don't sound Capitol-ish.." Dang it.

" We never did have the accent because we just moved there recently. About a couple of months back."

NO ANNABETH!

" Moved to the Capitol?" Right now, Greasy Sae's eyes are in slits, glaring at us. " What do you mean moved to the Capitol? You don't move to the Capitol, girl!"

" Special permission from the President himself!" I blurt out. " One of my family members are in the government and he specifically asked the President if I and my friend could have our wedding there. And then we were supposed to go to District One for our honeymoon. Somehow, we ended up on the wrong train and now here we are. In District Twelve."

Greasy Sae didn't say anything for a moment. She merely studies us in silence, which made me extremely uncomfortable because there are two scenarios. One, she believes us and let us go to the Everdeens in peace. Two, she doesn't believe us, fetch some Peacekeepers and send us back to the Capitol, where my whole story is going to crumble and we are most likely going to get killed.

Annabeth squeezes my hand so hard it felt like she was trying to squeeze it off. She looks at me and smiles sweetly but her eyes are stormy. She's trying to figure out some escape plan if things doesn't go our way. And an agreement passes through us.

" Very well then. I guess you really are lost," Greasy Sae announce. " Do you want me give you some warm broth or do you just want me to escort you to the Everdeens? Evelyn and her younger daughter, Primrose are the best healers there is in this district. Maybe she could patch your wife up a bit. And maybe you too," she says, nodding to some deep scratches on my arm.

" Maybe you could just escort us to the Everdeens," I say, feeling slightly amazed that I, for once, had managed to concoct a lie to save our asses.

Greasy Sae nods and leads us to the Victor's Village. " Tell Evelyn I said hi and that I still have some herbs left if she needs it."

" Will do. Thanks Greasy Sae!" I call out to her as she walks briskly off to the Hob.

" Don't mention it!" she calls back.

" That was a relief," Annabeth breathes, hugging me. " I thought we were busted. Oh, and wife? When did you proposed?" I glare at her and she laughs, hugging even tighter. We both walk up to the front door and I let go of her.

" Hello?" I call out, knocking gently. " Is anybody home?"

The front door swings open and Prim stood there in her white school uniform. " Yes?" she says politely though there is some alarm in her eyes. " Can I help you?"

" Are you Primrose Everdeen?" I ask, just playing my part as a 'Capitol tourist' who is in need of medicines and warmth. " Greasy Sae brought us here. We stayed out in the snow last night and my wife here caught some cold. Greasy Sae said you were the district doctor?"

" Healers," Prim corrects me. " Come on in. I'll make you some warm tea. Usually that's the best remedy for mild colds."

" Who's there, Prim?"

" This man's wife has the cold. I'm going to make some mint tea for them. They look as if their frozen to death," Prim tells her mother, pulling two teacups and saucers from the cupboard. " Mother?"

Yeah.

Evelyn Everdeen didn't respond to her daughter because she's too busy staring at me.

" Mother."

" Oh," she snaps out of her trance, turning her gaze on her daughter, who stood at the kitchen sink, staring at her. " What is it dear?"

" Um…nothing. I was just saying that I'm going to make some mint tea for them. Should I put some cough herbs in the lady's tea?"

" Oh, you have the cold?" Mrs. Everdeen asks Annabeth.

" Yeah. We stayed out in the snow last night and I seem to have caught some," Annabeth says, sneezing some more. " Sorry."

" That's okay," Prim says. " We get loads of sick people in here. Mother, do you want to cook or shall I cook for our guests?"

" Oh, please!" Annabeth suddenly says. " We don't want to be a bother. Maybe after this cup of tea we'll just be on our way."

ANNABETH!

" Don't be silly," Prim says, smiling as she places the tea in front of us.. " You have to have something to eat first. And besides, it's nearly dinnertime. Mother?"

Yeah.

She's staring at me again.

" What did you say your name was, dear?" she asks me.

Percy Jackson, ma'am. " Adrian James. This is my wife, Annabeth."

" You remind me so much of someone," she says, pulling my face close to her. " The same eyes, the same build." She blinks. " I'm so sorry," she says sheepishly, letting go of my collar. " I'll do the dinner tonight, dear," she addresses Prim. " Why don't you show our guests the extra room so they can clean up."

" Okay," Prim says, shrugging. " I'll show you to the room after you finish the tea. I'll go and warm the water first for you." She hurries out of the kitchen and soon is out of sight.

" So," Mrs. Everdeen says. " Where are you two from? You don't look like you're from around here." She places a large wild turkey in the sink. " Especially with that hair," she nods.

" My hair?" I say, momentarily forgetting that my hair is blue. " Oh. Right. My hair."

" We're from the Capitol. We just got married and were on our way to District One for our honeymoon but we boarded the wrong train. So, here we are," Annabeth quickly feed Mrs. Everdeen the same story I fed to Greasy Sae. " Quite foolish of us, really," she fakes a slightly nervous laugh.

" You don't say," Mrs. Everdeen says, pursing her lips slightly.

" Water's warm now," Prim's voice calls from the guest room.

" I think I'll go and take a bath first," I tell Annabeth, who nods.

And that is one of the time I actually wished I hadn't taken a bath.

Why?

Because in my eagerness to wash the stickiness off of me, I forgot that the reason I felt sticky was because of the blueberry juice we used to dye my hair, eyes and lips blue.

And because of that, when I walk out of the guest room back into the kitchen after my bath all squeaky clean and shiny, Mrs. Everdeen takes one look at me, shrieks and faints.

Great. Just great.

I just blew my own cover.

A/N: Well…that was certainly longer than usual. Feedbacks are welcomed.