Percy smiled at the sight of the island off in the slight distance. As soon as he left camp, he grabbed a taxi over to the docking station, 'borrowed' himself a boat, and set sail. Now, normally, people wouldn't be able to just up and go and know where Calypso's island is, but with this crazy, psycho thingy there to mess with her, the force-field and the mist which keep most people off her island are down, allowing everyone and anyone to come and party it up.

He had finally made it. Giddy with excitement, and slight fear, Percy jumped off the side quickly and frantically ran around the island looking for Calypso.

He soon found her, feet and hands bound together, gag in her mouth. He rushed over to help her, while she viciously shook her head, her words muffled by the gag. Finally, he reached her and tore it out of her mouth. "No, Percy. She'll do the same to you!"

"Who? Who did this to you?" he demanded from her, but she was no longer looking at him. Frozen in fear, she was staring right behind him. Percy, being Percy, obviously couldn't tell that a magical and deadly dangerous being was standing behind him. "Who is it?"

"It's Britney, bitch!" came a voice from behind him, spinning him around to surprisingly see a woman who looked about 20-25. She had spiky black hair, piercings everywhere, and dark, dark eyeliner surrounding her almost red eyes. She looked strangely familiar, but Percy could not figure out from where he had seen her before. She snapped her fingers, and two invisible servants grabbed his hands to keep him from running. Percy could feel them reaching into his pocket to grab Riptide. They gave it to the strange woman who started twirling it around in her fingers. "Well, well, well," she said, pacing around him in a circle. "Look what the fish dragged in. Mr. Perseus Jackson, savior of Olympus, loved by all, biggest ass wipe ever." Percy was used to this. Most people who were sided with Kronos hated his guts, except he still couldn't put a finger on who this was.

"Who are you? What do you want?" he snarled.

"I haven't introduced myself, have I? How rude of me. I'm Ate, of course." Percy had on a confused look, as if he had never heard the name, which he hadn't. This was yet another reason why he hated his and Annabeth's break up. She would've known who this was, where she was from, who her parents were, and even if she was on Team Edward or Jacob. Sigh. He missed Annabeth. "Goddess of evil and misfortune," Ate said, trying to trigger a thought of who she was from Percy's mind. He was still clueless. "Got thrown off Olympus." Still nothing. "Daughter of Zeus and Eris." Zip. Nada. "Wow," she said turning to Calypso. "Couldn't you have gotten a son of Athena to fall in love with you?"

"Hey." Annabeth was the only one aloud to call him dumb.

"Oh shut up, Sea Boy. I wasn't talking to you."

"Just tell me what you want, and maybe I'll let you get away easy."

She let out a laugh. Then two more. "You – you're a funny one, aren't you? I've heard Poseidon was funny, but, wow, who knew his humor would pass on to his son!"

"What do you want?" he asked with clenched teeth.

"I want revenge, smart one! Why else would I keep the two of you hostage? Psh! I don't even need her anymore now that you're here. The Titans don't care about her, but I wasn't aloud down in Tartarus to take the remains of Kronos and hold those hostage, no matter how much I flirted with Charon. I truly think he's gay."

"What are you talking about?" She had completely lost him.

"Your mom!" Ate snickered at him. Percy had heard someone say that lately, but he just couldn't put his finger on whom. "Pay attention if you wanna know!"

"Aren't you with the Titans?"

"No! Why the hell would I be with the Titans?"

"Because you're obviously not with the gods."

"Lookie here! He finally got it! Neither the Titans nor the gods accepted me. They all thought I was 'too evil' or something, and Kronos gets pretty pissed when you take his precious Luke and get him horny so he sleeps with an empousai. I hate them all!" she shouted. "I am going to take over the world."

"Not if I can help it."

"Really? 'Cause right now, ya can't." She giggled and walked away into the distance, leaving Calypso in the fetal position on the ground, and Percy being tied up by invisible servants.

***

Annabeth sat up quickly in her bed, covered in sweat. She hadn't had a nightmare in a few months, not since Percy won the war, and this was a bad one. Bad, bad one. No matter how mad she was at Percy, she doesn't want him bound up and ready to die at the hands of an evil goddess set to take over the world. She couldn't get this dream out of her mind, and she had to tell someone. Before, she would always run to the Poseidon cabin, tell Percy all about the dream, and he would comfort her until she fell asleep in one of his many empty bunks. But now, the dream was about Percy, and Percy wasn't here.

But someone else was.

She silently climbed out of her bed, trying not to disturb any of her half siblings. The squeak of the door alarmed her as she closed it, but nobody moved. She sighed and left the cabin.

Annabeth stood in front of the door of Cabin 11. Should she knock? If she did, she'd wake everyone up, but she felt bad about just walking in. She also thought about going back. Psh, she made it this far, she wasn't going back. Taking a deep breath, she turned the handle, and quietly walked in.

She could hear the snoring of a few campers, and some nonsense mumblings from some others. She found her way over to Pez's sleeping bag in the corner of the cabin and bent down. Annabeth smiled. He looked so cute when he was sleeping, when he wasn't trying to put on that whole evil-tough guy act. Now, he looked peaceful and stress free. She didn't want to ruin it, but she was not going back to the Athena cabin.

"Pez," she whispered while shaking his shoulder. He mumbled something inaudible. "Pez, wake up."

He rolled over and looked up at her. She smiled slightly at his annoyed face, and had an instinct to brush his hair out of his eyes. She had to actually put her hands behind her back to not do so.

"It's too early," he grumbled with his voice slightly groggy from sleep.

"I need to talk to you."

"Can't this wait until the morning?" She shook her head. "I hate you," he said as he unzipped his sleeping bag, and grabbed his shoes.

Annabeth stood up and started to walk towards the door with Pez right behind her. Being the Hermes kids, their cabin was a freaking mess, and she tripped over a Coke can. She began to fall forward, just waiting for the loud impact and the consequences to go with it, when a pair of strong hands grabbed her around the waist. "You alright?" Pez asked as he stood her up straight. They were so close - their noses were practically touching – and Annabeth could barely breath. His lips looked so soft, and he had the very slight hint of stubble on his chin that she really, really wanted to run her hand across. She moistened her lips, let out a small "Mm hm," and continued to walk out of the cabin, face bright red and heart beating like crazy. Was it her imagination, or did he look just as disheveled as her?

The door let out another squeak while they opened the door, this time waking up Travis. "Pez, what are you doing?" he asked groggily.

All he said before pushing Annabeth and himself out of the door was "Shut up, Travis. Nobody likes you."

Annabeth couldn't help but laugh quietly as they headed towards the beach.

"What?" Pez asked.

"Why are you so mean to people?"

"What are you talking about, Annabeth? I'm the nicest guy here. Who else would compliment you on your oh so fabulous Hello Kitty pajamas?"

She gave him a look. That I'm-not-kidding-around-here-Pez look.

"Okay, maybe I can be slightly unpleasant with people."

"Slightly?"

"Okay, I'm very unpleasant, but not to everyone."

"Are you nice to anyone but me, Pez?"

"Maybe."

She sighed.

"Is that all that you needed to talk to me about?" he asked as they finally reached the beach. They sat down on the soft, white sand and just stared at the ocean. Well, Annabeth did. Pez was busy looking at her.

"No. I had a dream."

"Blacks and whites are already friends Annabeth."

How can he make her smile at the stupidest of things?

"I'm serious here. I had a dream of Percy."

How can she make him despise a person so much that he really wants to push this guy down a hill?

She told him all about the dream, and about Ate and her plan.

"Hey, hey, hey. Why are you crying?" Pez asked, trying to disguise the worry from his voice.

She didn't even know that she was. She reached her hand up to wipe the tears away, but Pez beat her too it, wiping them away gently with his thumb.

Annabeth sniffled and shrugged. "I don't even know." They sat in silence for a while, just looking at the ocean. "We have to save Percy."

Pez sighed. He knew this was coming.

"We have to."

"Why?"

"Because no matter how much I hate Percy right now, we can't just let him stay out there and die and get tortured by Ate."

He didn't say anything.

"Please."

Still nothing.

"For me."

Conflict on! On one hand, if Pez saved Percy, than Annabeth would totally be running back into his arms, and Pez would be left all alone again. He didn't think he could take it again after Freddie.

But on the other hand, it would make Annabeth feel so much better. She wouldn't cry anymore, and maybe she would fall for Pez more instead of Percy?

Both terrible options. He didn't want to do either. Annabeth had turned around, so he couldn't see her face. But then she turned back to face him, fresh tears in her eyes.

And he had his answer.

But he was getting a prize for doing this for her, dammit!

He gave a slight nod, and Annabeth's face broke out in sunshine. She went and gave him the hugest hug of his life, and he couldn't take it anymore.

He pulled her back just a tid bit, and put his lips on hers.

And, to both his and her surprise, she didn't pull away.

AWWWWWWWWW! I know most of you probably hate me for this, but they are just too cute together! Aww!

Anyways, has anyone else seen the freaking amazing new trailer for the LT movie? Dude! LOVE IT! Just the beginning scene made me die! It had Logan Lerman swimming . . . . . . . with his shirt off.

So, I would really appreciate reviews for this chapter, but if you don't, it's okay, I'll just have to come and rape you.

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Woah. Where did that come from?

I don't own nothin! Wait! That's a double negative! Meaning that I own everything, which I don't, so just don't believe me anymore, because I lie, and now I'm just rambling so I'm gonna shut up now by just saying that I don't own PJO or anything else I mentioned up top!

:) Jordan