Hyper: Hello.

Dream: What a happy welcome to our readers, Hyper.

Hyper: I'm prepping them for the angst that is to come.

Dream: Riiight.

Hyper: *headwalls* ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST ...hey, have you seen my button?

Dream: No. *laughs*

Hyper: Ahem. *closes YouTube and Potter Puppet Pals* So...this is our latest work. It's a Percabeth songfic of Your Face by Taylor Swift.

Dream: Which, by the way, ROCKS! :D Go to YouTube and listen to it RIGHT NOW while reading this. :3

Hyper: I had it on repeat while we wrote this. :3

Dream: Except the ending. I wrote that. But, alas, WE DON'T OWN PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS OR TAYLOR SWIFT.

Hyper: Alas...alas...button, oh, button...where hath thou fled? :'-(

Dream: I hope you find your button, Hyper.

Hyper: *dramatically* Thank you. *sweeps away to bottom A/N*

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Annabeth Chase stared outside the window. She was having one of those days that all she could do was cry and listen to music while designing some blueprints. But she didn't feel like doing any of that, instead desperately trying to remember.

This wasn't one of the times when she just tried to remember whatever she could. She was trying to remember something specific this time.

Once, Annabeth had asked Percy how he dealt with it. Dealt with all the hardships and stress there were in his life, every day.

He had replied that he probably wouldn't be able to deal with it without her. Something about his face had struck her at the moment; something...loving.

And now she was so scared she would forget that look. So scared she would forget his face.

And I don't wanna lose your face...

Annabeth shot to her feet and began to frantically look through her desk, trying to find it through the mess. Finally, she grabbed the corner of it and pulled it out from under a stack of paper.

She stared at the picture of her boyfriend Percy Jackson. She felt tears she had thought long gone prickle her eyes.

I got a picture of you in my bedroom, and I hope it never falls...

"Where the Hades are you, Seaweed Brain?" Annabeth whispered, sinking back into her chair, her knees suddenly weak.

Who were you, where are you? Were you ever here at all?

Of course, no answer. She gently touched his face, trying to memorize every detail - but this was just one of his many faces. She wanted to memorize each and every one of them. But slowly, they were slipping away, day-by-day. She wouldn't stand it when they finally disappeared.

I don't wanna wake up one day and not remember what time erased...

Annabeth closed her eyes tightly, but all she could see was the fading, twinkling sea green eyes of Percy - her Percy, her Seaweed Brain.

"I'm going to find you," she mumbled, as if trying to assure the image in the photo that she hadn't given up on him. "I'm going to find you and hug you and kiss you and yell at Hera for taking you all at the same time."

She held the picture closely to her heart. "I promise."

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"Any news?" Annabeth asked Rachel hopefully, crossing her fingers for good luck the way Percy had shown her to back when they were 12.

Rachel shook her head. "Hera made Apollo block any visions from Percy. Nico's acting very suspiciously, though."

"How so?" Annabeth asked, her heart sinking. She slowly uncrossed her fingers.

"Like, avoiding anything to do with Jason or anything Roman suspiciously."

"That's...strange." Annabeth frowned.

Rachel nodded and turned back to her easel and dipped her paintbrush in light blue paint and began to paint. "I know. It's unsettling. I'm going to continue painting and see if I'm able to draw something that gives us a hint of Percy instead of just looking for him directly."

"Good idea," Annabeth said. "Thanks, Rachel."

"Anytime, Annabeth." Rachel smiled sadly at her friend. "I'm always here for you."

Annabeth gave her a slightly forced smile. "Thank you."

"We'll find him," Rachel promised softly, grabbing her friend's hand with her free one. "I promise, 'Beth. We'll find him and will both yell at Hera for being a...well, you know."

Annabeth laughed softly. "Yeah."

To anyone else, they would've looked like they would never be friends. With Annabeth's plain look, normally just jeans and tennis shoes and her Camp Half-Blood orange shirt, with her blond hair in a ponytail, and Rachel's creative style, with torn jeans decorated with markers and sharpies and rainbow-colored shirt, drawn-Converse and frizzy red hair with a bandanna in it, they were complete opposites.

Yet they had each others' back these days. Sometimes it seemed Rachel was the only one who understood what Annabeth was feeling with Percy gone.

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Annabeth leaned against her bunk, closing her eyes as the last of her siblings left the cabin for breakfast. She had told them to go on without her, and they understood immediately and left her.

Annabeth was holding onto her memories of Percy and cursing Aphrodite while she did so.

And I don't wanna turn around, 'cause I'm scared of what love gave me and took away...

She took a deep breath, holding onto her memory of Percy's face when she had found out he wasn't dead after Mt. St. Helens. Just a feeling of such elation that it had both confused and overwhelmed her.

Then she smiled weakly to herself as she remembered the kiss on the mountain - her first kiss, Percy's first kiss; their first kiss.

She curled her knees up to her chest, hugging them. With a shaky hand, she grabbed her iPod and stuffed the earbuds in her ears, closing her eyes as she let Taylor Swift's soothing voice calm her a bit. But this song - Love Story - was a fairytale: everything at the end was granted to her. Not for Annabeth.

The girl in the song had it so good...I wish I could close my eyes and see you...

It wasn't fair. All over the world, people had happy relationships. Why was it her boyfriend who had had to disappear?

"Because he's Percy," Annabeth muttered, answering her own question. "Something always happens to him." I hope it doesn't get himself killed without me guiding him...

No. No, Percy couldn't die. It wasn't possible. Besides, he had the mark of Achilles.

But the same can happen to him that happened to Achilles.

Annabeth shuddered to even think of it. She closed her eyes tightly, and held onto her last memory with Percy - his loving face as he pulled away from their last kiss for months and giving her her trademark goofy smile.

She smiled slightly, reopening her eyes. She stood up and tucked the picture of Percy into her pocket. "I am not going to lose memory of your face, Seaweed Brain," she whispered, looking at her laptop, then at the camera. "I'm Annabeth Chase and I'll do whatever I cannot forget it. I don't want to forget it, and I will not." And with that, she disappeared outside to see how Argo II was going.

I don't wanna lose your face...

Dream: :'( That was sad.

Hyper: But at least we know that in Mark of Athena, Annabeth won't have to worry about losing Percy's face!

Dream: I bet she'll be looking at his face so much, he'll ask, "What? Do I have something on my face?" and she'll answer, "No, just trying to memorize your face."

Hyper: That sounds so adorable. :3

Dream: IKR? :3

Hyper: *looks down* OHMYGOSH I FOUND MY BUTTON. *huggles it*

Dream: :D :D :D YAYAYAYAY!

Hyper: *hums Your Face and carefully tucks Button into pocket* So...bye bye, our amazing readers! But don't forget to review before you leave ;)

Dream: Next chapter is TKC, and it's gonna be Demi this time!

Hyper: *throws a party* WOOOO. YAY FOR DEMI! *Lovatic for life* So...Yup, bye!

-Dream and Hyper