Hey everyone.

I got the same question in some reviews about what timing the story takes place in; it takes place in modern day, unless you guys want it in 1941 where Pearl Harbor happened. It doesn't really matter to me, so just tell me if you want it modern or not.

All right, let's get down to business. Enjoy the second chapter.

I waited for the nurse to return to my hostipal bed, but I was worried about my friends. Nico was only seventeen and he just finished training. Grover has been flying for two years, but Luke and I both have been flying since we were fifteen. We didn't get trained until we were seventeen and we joined the U.S. Navy when we were nineteen. I was worried about my best friends and my little cousin who I promised his mother I would watch over him since she's over-protective.

I felt extremely guilty and bad by the time the nurse, who went by the name Annabeth, came back over with a smile on her face. It disappeared when she saw mine though.

Annabeth placed her hand on my forehead, mouthing her lips. She was counting by twos. I watched her as she continued. "You don't have a fever. Any stomach aches or pain symptoms?"

"Only in the chest." I answered truthfully. I looked around the hostipal room and saw no sign of my friends. "Do you have any idea where my friends and cousin is?"

"Names...?" she asked.

I licked my lips and swallowed the lump in my throat. "Um... Nico Di'Angelo, Grover Underwood, and Luke Castellan."

Annabeth checked the chart and flipped the page over. She looked up to me and bit her lip. "Mr. Undewood is under recovering surgery, but Mr. Castellan or Di'Angelo isn't in. Are you sure you got the names right?"

"I'm know I do!" I yelled feeling my anger take over me. "I just want to know where my cousin is! I was suppose to take care of him! I was suppose to watch over him!"

Annabeth ran over and placed her hands on my chest. "Shh, shh. Calm down or you'll burst your stitches."

"I don't freaking care about my stitches! Just find my cousin!" I shouted feeling the pain getting worse in my chest. I looked at the beautiful woman in front of me and I could see in her eyes that she wanted to help me, but she was terrified. "Please, just find him. I can't- I just can't-"

"Shh, shh. I'll check the computer again. Just promise me to calm down." Annabeth whispered running her hands through my hair.

I felt the anger and pain die down. She gave me a small smile and her grey eyes sparkled. I watched as she searched through the computer and checked the chart over and over again. She turned around and she was smiling.

"Well, it looks like your cousin and your friend is actually safe and sound. They are in the computer, but I guess they got out with no fatal injuries. The doctor sent me a note saying that two pilots got safely in the attack you and Mr. Underwood were in." Annabeth explained.

I sighed, feeling the pain subside. "Thank you, Ms. Chase."

"Oh, please just call me Annabeth." she smiled. "It makes me feel old."

I grinned. "Well, you are no where close to old. If you were, you are the most beautiful old person I've ever known."

Annabeth blushed lightly, and looked back down to my chart. "There's nothing on here about you being handsome and a comedian."

"Well, it just comes and goes." I said.

She rolled her eyes and grabbed something from the tray that was next to my bed. I watched wide-eyed as she pushed the sharp needle into my arm, stinging me in the process. I hissed as the pain went through my arm and cursed out loud as she pulled it out. Annabeth just smiled as she placed the bandage on the spot, and I reached over, rubbing the spot myself. I didn't get hurt, but I hated needles.

She gave a small laugh. "Are you sure you can survive a little needle, Mr. Perseus Jackson?"

"Percy." I corrected quickly. "I don't like being called by my full name."

Annabeth laughed and kept checking some boxes that she knew the answers to. "Okay, what is your date of birth?"

"August eighteenth." I answered.

"All right." she wrote it on the chart. "Are you allergic to any medicines?"

I thought for a minute. "Nope."

"Okay... Any kids?" she asked.

"Nope. Never been married, never been in a full relationship to have any." I answered.

Annabeth looked up at me. "I didn't need all that information."

I silenced and she sighed, tapping her pen against the chart. She typed something into the computer and my page came up. She made a small noise and wrote it down in a box. I watched as she walked away, handing the chart to the doctor. He smiled at her and turned to his other patient, lying on a bed with his leg hanging up in a cast.

Annabeth walked over to another patient and pressed her hand against his forehead. She mouthed the numbers again, and turned to write it down on his chart. She took a moment and walked back over to me as a nurse came over and told her something. Annabeth just scoffed and came to my side.

"What was that all about?" I asked.

She turned around and reached above me, fixing my IV package with the water inside. "He asked for a nurse so I decided to help."

"What that nurse tell you?"

Annabeth brought her hands down and her grey eyes stared into mine. "Percy, you are a patient, not someone that askes about a nurse's personal life. Now, if you don't mind, please sit still so I can fix your IV."

I looked down towards my where my IV connected to my skin. She reached over my bare chest to fix the IV cord and I could feel her breath hitting my skin. Her blonde curly hair was pulled into a bun with the nurse hat on, but some strands were breaking through. I mindlessly- I might add- let my hand reach up and brush a strand of hair behind her ear. Annabeth didn't seem bothered by it, but she finished with my IV cord before standing up straight and not leaning over me.

"Is that comfortable now?" Annabeth asked, taking a deep breath.

I looked over at where it laid and nodded when I turned my head back around. She nodded and one of the other nurse's walked over and pressed a hand on her arm. Annabeth looked next to her and smiled. The other nurse looked at me and raised an eyebrow.

"Another plane accident?" the nurse asked.

Annabeth nodded. "Yeah. His leg got torn apart by a piece of wire that was loose, the doctor says. He said he found the tip of the wire inside-"

"Okay, I really don't need details!" the other nurse replied.

"You are a nurse, Thalia. You got more disgusting patients then him. He's just lucky to be alive." Annabeth told her friend. "I'm actually surprised the doctor didn't do anything to his leg besides stich it up."

I was still lying in the hostipal bed, staring at the both of them talk. Annabeth seemed quite into talking with her friends, but I realized there was only a few nurses actually here.

"Is he the one that needs the asprin?" Thalia asked.

Annabeth looked towards me. "Do you want one? The doctor said you had a big bump on your head."

I just nodded, looking over to the side. I grabbed the cup of water on the tray and Annabeth placed the asprin into my hand, her fingers lightly touching mine. She pulled away quickly and bit her lip, watching me closely as I took the little medicine. I drunk the water down in one gulp and held the cup out for more.

"I'll go get him some more since the little spider caught her trap." Thalia teased pushing the blonde playfully.

Annabeth blushed lightly. "Shut up, you!"

I didn't really get it, but I'm guessing that's because I'm a boy. Annabeth's eyes flickered over to my heart monitor and it was perfectly fine. She looked back towards me, but her eyes avoided mine. I wonder why she was hiding from me. I let it slide because I'm feeling really sleepy. I wonder if the asprin does that to you. I just remembered asprin fixes my headaches, but I get really sleepy.

Annabeth grabbed the cup of water from her friend and placed it on my tray. My eyes closed and I felt my body shut down with sleep.

PERCY'S DREAM: TWO YEARS AGO

"Perseus Jackson." someone said behind me.

I turned around and wanted to glare at the person for saying my full name, but I realized it was my best friend, Luke, who was wearing his U.S. Navy jacket. I wore the exact same one and I walked over to him, smirking at him. He just turned nineteen yesterday and I've already been nineteen for a few months. Luke held his hand out and I clasped mine in his, giving him a bump on the shoulder.

"What's up, man?" I asked looking at his jacket. I saw his name on the right side of it just like mine. We're both apart of the U.S. Navy and we were the ones that could get killed in nasty ways because of what we did.

We flew huge war planes into the sky against our enemies.

Luke grinned. "Nothing much. I'm just excited about flying without getting in trouble for it. I mean, it's been eight months since we begun training and we're finally done."

"Greatest thing since graduation." I chuckled looking at our planes to our right. "Can you believe that were actually here, standing on U.S.A. military ground?"

"It's unbelieveable. I remember when we were eight years old and we would fly toy planes straight into the woods and losing them. Then we were thirteen and built our own plane to start flying it."

I laughed along with him. "I remember the first time I put my hands on a official plane that the actual army used when I was seventeen. It felt amazing and nothing like I would of expected it to be."

Luke punched me in the shoulder and I just laughed. "I don't like you being older than me. You began training in August, straight after you turned seventeen. I had to wait until January to start training. I just can't believe we're here right now!"

"All right, man. Don't get too excited. We're in the army, we still need to be focus." I said starting to walk down the aisle of planes.

Luke laughed walking beside me. "Says the one that got drunk while we were England."

"Hey, it wasn't illegal there. It's only illegal here, and I was of age. You're just mad because you couldn't have a beer." I explained.

He just laughed and we both kept walking, staring at all the planes. I was surprised to see that I was actually here. I mean, with the grades I got in high school and the way I would act sometimes. I could act really recklessly, especially when I'm in the air. But I was trained now, and I know how to work a plane the right way.

I was fifteen when I started flying. I knew how to fly a plane right, I just didn't choose to. My dad didn't enjoy that because I would act like I was going to fly straight into his massion that he owned, that I would only stay the night in every Friday when I was younger. I only would come over when I wanted to fly. My mom never liked me in the air, especially now.

Luke snapped me out of my past. I looked towards him and he smirked, looking forward. I looked to where he was looking and saw the commander's plane. It was larger than all of ours, but I have plans on making my spot on commander.

"We should get back before anyone spots us out this late." Luke said turning around and walking towards the house that the Navy would sleep in.

I took one last glance at the commander's plane and pushed my hands into my jacket's pocket, trying to get warm. I turned around and followed Luke. We both took one look at our planes and walked away with no word to each other.

PRESENT TIME

I opened my eyes as I heard the sound of my cousin's voice. He was singing a Michael Jackson song, very quietly so I could only here. He had an obsession with dead singers; don't ask me why.

I grinned when I saw my best friend and cousin standing next to my bed. Nico stood there in his leather jacket messed up. He had dried blood on his cheek and hands, but it didn't seem to bother him.

Nico spoke up. "Hey, man. How you feel?"

"Great." I said sarcastically. "What kind of question is that?"

"The best kind." Luke answered laughing.

Nico just rolled his eyes. "Dude, I can't believe that you got shot down. You never get shoot down. You're one of the best pilots I know."

"I wasn't paying attention, man." I replied sighing. "That's why I tell you to keep your ears open for any strange noises and keep looking in your rearview and side mirrors."

Nico bit his lip while nodding. Luke cocked his head to one side in Annabeth's direction. I turned to look at her and I smirked. Luke just nodded and Nico grinned, knowing what I was thinking.

"After you get out." Luke said plainly.

I nodded. "Yeah."

My thought: I was going to ask her out.

What do you guys think? Should Annabeth say yes or no? What would you guys do if this handsome, black haired, green eyed pilot asked you out? I know my answer :D

Review and you'll get the next chapter! I really enjoy writing this story because it's original and something I quite enjoy writing. I like writing romance, but I like writing action too.

-HunterofArtemis32

P.S. What do you guys think about the idea of having Alyssa (from Past and Present) being the main protaganist in the sequel?