Annabeth's POV
Stupid, that is what I am. So incredibly stupid because I completely fell for it. I knew it couldn't be real, that would be too easy if it was real. I let my feelings take over my body, and my brain sit in the back seat. The idiocy that I have now acted upon is disgraceful to any children of Athena. But I had to do it; it was like my body moved without my brain processing what it was going to do next. I am very pissed at myself right about now, for doing before thinking because that's what P-… he does.
The room I was sitting in was surprisingly bright, since I assumed that this place was underground from the way we made it to the entrance. My 'evil twin' (a very appropriate name for her, if I do say so myself) let me sit down in a cold metal chair in the middle of the creepy all-white room. The place looked clean, but in that too clean way were you feel dirty just standing in that room, like they try hard to make it look clean. That thought makes me wonder a little about the small dark red smears on the floor that were left there on the white tiles ages ago. I look to the walls and find that there are no windows, not one source of natural light. The clicking of the shutting door seems to echo in the small, empty room.
I fidget in my seat the smallest bit when cold dark brown eyes glare at me from their place in the doorway. My evil twin leans against the wall opposite the lone chair I was occupying; her arms were crossed over her chest. Without her helmet on, I can see she looks a lot like me, but she has small subtle differences. The eye color for one, mine I have been told are steel grey ( I know that they frighten other people I am angry with when I glare at them), while hers are a reddish-brown I know I have seen before on a certain daughter of the war god. What they are doing on my face, I have no idea. Her hair is more dirty blond, currently in a messy bandana and needs to be brushed badly (though mine most likely looks worse than hers). She also has a slightly lighter skin tone than I do, but not by much. Besides those, the girl in front of me is a carbon copy. We have the same noise, mouth, facial structure, body type, ears, and about any external feature you can think of. The girl sneers at me again, her eyes hardening, before deciding to talk.
"Look, I don't know who the Hades you are and really, I don't care. You might be able to get some information out of Rachel, but you have my guarantee that you won't be able to deliver it to whoever you work for. You are not getting a trail, and here, you have no rights here. You are now an official POW. There is next to nothing you can say to convince me to let you go. Though, I would be more than happy to hear you beg to be free, if you do we might just keep you alive a little while longer, but not much. You Romans have taken the lives of many innocent people throughout the years, most of them younger than you; so we have no reason to spare your life or your friend's lives. So what will be your last and final plea?" she said all of this while scowling at me, as if I knew what she was referring to and talking about. Why would they automatically assume I was a Roman citizen or spy? She then smirked a little, as if enjoying my confusion at what she was saying. She now probably thinks I am scarred or extremely dumb.
I then heard the door handle raddle a little, the sound amplified by empty walls of the empty room. Then the plain white door opened to reveal a black figure, like a moving shadow. They walked into the room beside my evil twin letting me see their dark outline. It was a guy, around my age, he was pretty tall too, and he was completely covered in a black powder, like ash or soot. He had extremely dark somewhat messy hair and a lean, lethal body type, very skater boy like. That was all I could make out since everything else about him was coated in a layer of black. He whispered something into the other Annabeth's ear, the look on her face was a mix between "Are you freaking INSANE!" and "I really want to jab my spear up your ass!" then he walked calmly over to me. It was almost like he didn't even see my evil twin's expression and her internal desire to maim him.
I thought he was going to either untie me or beat me, so I braced myself for the worst. He then did something I was not expecting, at all. With one hand that swooped under my knees and another carefully placed on my back, he picked me up (bridle style) and started moving towards the doorway. I would have kicked and/ or punched him if A) I did not have on bondages and restraints preventing me to do so, and B) My instincts told me not to for some reason this guy seemed to be on my side (at the time I didn't know if that was a good thing or not). He got me out of that room with the evil other me, he can't be too bad, and he pissed her of while doing so.
We walked back up the stairs to see the others being untied. I then took a better look at the guys face, trying to see through the coats of soot. He was fairly good-looking too, if I might add. His face was very angular and sharp in features. He had a strong jaw line, but it still had a sort of point to it. High cheek bones and an aristocratic nose gave him a royalty vibe, but relaxed. Jet black hair hung over his eyes, and he seemed to be annoyed by it but it made him somehow have that "bad boy" look. I can't help but think this devilishly sexy person is someone I know. I have seen him before, I know I have. If he wasn't all covered in dirt, I would have thought he was seaweed brain-… wait a second…
This realization hit me like Grover trying to navigate while wearing Hermes flying shoes. I kept studying him, but the lighting was terrible and he was all dirty, but I will never forget that face. He looks just like Percy… no he is not real, that is impossible, and Percy is at roman camp or something. He slowly set me down on a chair in the room that looks too similar to the big house. As he was working on untying me, I studied him more. No, that's not him… he can't be here… I thought he was…
As he was removing the duct tape from my mouth, I got angry. This boy had left me and decided to party with the romans, while I had to deal with camp. It's his hero complex that made Hera take him away. He was the one that made me suffer all these months. A hot bubble of frustration and anger boiled in my chest, and I moved without thinking.
Swiftly, I grabbed his arm and through him over my shoulder and onto the floor. Before anyone could move I had my knee on his chest ready to deliver the final blow, when I cracked. My stupid feelings got in the way of me hurting him. That's when I did something stupid. I kissed him…on the lips… him on the floor, and me now straddling his lap… I kissed him… and it felt really good.
The world around me sort of melted as I closed my eyes. I swear something sparked onto my lips and I was even more determined to make this one kiss last. I even knotted my fingers thought his hair and for a moment, I was flying. I will never get tired of this, kissing him. When he started to kiss back, it was the best thing I have felt in months. As much as I didn't want to I had to pull back for air. We separated with a wet smack and flushed faces. My nose was millimeters from his when I noticed something wrong.
It was the one flaw in my passion driven action, his eyes. They were not the beloved sea-green I was used to getting lost in. They are blue, a shining, electrifying, glowing blue. Not ocean blue, but lighting blue, and you could see small sparks jumping off his pupils. His eyes were bright sapphires set alight with electric power. They were breathtakingly beautiful, but not what I was expecting. They strangely reminded me of Thalia too.
We both jumped off each other simultaneously, trying and failing to look casual. Our faces were strawberries, mine more noticeable since I didn't have black covering my cheeks. The looks on the others faces were also priceless. The girl I remember as Hazel was also red in the face but was glaring daggers at me. If looks could kill… well, she did not look happy. My evil twin looks like she might have a permanent smirk on her face or burst out laughing. Most of the others were staring at us in shock, their eyes wide and mouths agape. Piper was smiling that smile that I think only children if Aphrodite can smile, one that says 'oh, you two are totally going to end up together'.
The silence lasted for minutes which of course Leo broke by clapping and wolf whistling. "Alright you two, now THAT is what I call an introduction!"
This comment of course got him a smack up-side the head from Piper and an eye roll from everyone else in the room. The Percy look alike stuck his hand towards me in a sort of 'truce' gesture.
"Percy", was all he said. So his name was Percy, he looked just like my sea-weed brain, and he does not remember me. This day just sucks. I took his out stretched hand and shook firmly.
"Annabeth", I said while cutting a glance at my evil twin. She scowled at me again.
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"So wait", Percy said. He had a look of confusion on his dirty face that he hadn't bothered to wipe off. "Let me get this straight, you guys are from an alternate dimension…"
"Yup!" Leo stated whist popping the 'p'.
"…where Piper is a daughter of Aphrodite, Leo is a son of Hephaestus, and Annabeth is a daughter of Athena…"
"Yes" I said while looking into his eyes to see if he believed us.
"…you built a ship to go over to the roman camp from camp half-blood…"
"Yes"
"…where you and the romans were going to work together to help defeat Gaea and close the doors of death…"
"Yes, again"
"…but your ship crashed on the way there and you ended up hitch-hiking with Rachel?"
"That pretty much sums it up." Whispered Piper, She had a distant look to her eyes as she stared at her shoes.
"Wow…" Percy marveled as he sat back in his chair by the fire. The room was quiet; the only sound was breathing and an occasional crackle of the fire. Seymour eyed us suspiciously, as if we might become his next meal. "I believe you."
"WHAT!" shouted my evil twin. Her nostrils flared as stood up from her seat across the room, her chair scratching the floor. "You're just going to trust them! They could be some kind of roman spies that used a spell so they look like us! That story is bullshit!"
"Calm down Annabeth." Percy sighed. His unsettling eyes were still focused on us. "I am going to trust them. We have heard wilder stories than theirs before. You just don't like the fact that the other Annabeth is feminine and badass." He said this while sending me a wink.
I hoped they did not see my blush as I looked down at my lap.
She just scowled and snorted. "They could still be spies and you know it! Maybe you're going soft. I knew it was a bad idea to leave you in charge."
"I don't think that they are roman." He said. This time his eyes seem to focus on Jason, as if he knew that he was one. "They look too undertrained for that. I know Octavian, this would be a very risky move for him and you and I both know he doesn't do risky."
"Fine, but if they are romans, I am having their pretty heads on stick to put by the front door. Then I will deal with you!" she threatened then dramatically stormed out another door. Another silence fell with Leo who broke the tension with a loud snort.
"Well, she's pleasant. Who shoved the stick up her ass?" he whispered into the room. It was now just us and Percy. He smiled that endearing troublemaker smile at his comment.
"This time, apparently it was me. Now, Jason, I would like to thank you for keeping your mouth shut about the whole roman thing. I really don't want you to go through the POW program." Percy said a mischievous look in his eye.
"Um… your welcome? Why do people hear hate Romans so much anyway? I mean, I get that they are their natural enemies and so forth, but at camp they did not put my head on a stick when they found out my parentage." Jason questioned.
Percy seemed taken aback by the question. "Well, uh, that is a story for another time." he said while standing up. "Since you are all deemed not romans, I see no reason why you can't stay here while we um… sort things out. Lunch is in an hour, so would you like to tour the camp?"
"That is kind of you for letting us stay here, but a tour is no necessary. I have lived at camp half-blood for quite some time. I am sure I could find my way around before dinner." I told him. Maybe this is some sort of basement I haven't heard about, or a part of bunker nine. We were all standing now, and I was looking for the stairs to lead to the surface.
Percy seemed reluctant to let us go, which I found odd and sweet at the same time. Gods, this very handsome boy will be the death of me. Not that I would ever say that, the Percy I know doesn't need a bigger ego.
"Yeah, about that, camp is a lot different than you remember. From your descriptions it sound like where you from we still use cabins, and"-
"Wait, what? You don't have cabins?" Piper exclaimed. The rest of us stood there a little shocked. What kind of messed up world did we land in? First I get attached at a local pharmacy, and then I have a twin that want to spear me, let us not forget Percy has blue eyes and is Jason's freaking brother!
"Maybe it would be better if I show you…" he mumbled before grabbing my hand (don't you dare make me start blushing) and leading us to the door evil me dramatically exited through.
We walked up a few flight of stairs that led us further into the ground which confused me more. Weren't we so post to go to the surface? Why were we going down not up? We reached a set of wooden doors that Percy unlocked with a key that appeared almost out of nowhere. What the hades? I didn't have much time to think about that though since when the doors opened my breath hitched at the sight before me.
There was a large metal balcony that stretched about fifty feet above the floor of what looks to be an abandoned underground warehouse. Green lanterns the size of cars hangs down from the ceiling one hundred feet above my head. Torches lit with Greek fire line the walls of the warehouse that happens to be bigger than football stadiums. I walk forward, closer to the edge of the balcony where I hear voices and movement. Fifty feet below me lay hundreds and hundreds of tents of all shapes and sizes. They stretch from here to the other side of the warehouse, to which I cannot even see. The tents have many sizes and colors, from camping usage to tee-pee. Small fires are dotted between them, laughter and conversations echo throughout this large metal cavern. A camping ground the size of a small city rests beneath my feet.
"Welcome to camp half-blood." I here Percy murmur this off somewhere to my left. Out of the corner of my eye I see him walk towards a spiral stair case leading to the floor. I barely tare my eyes away from the scenery and decide to follow him. The others go after me with shocked faces no different from my own. What happened to camp half-blood? What happened to my home?
WOW, that was a long chapter. So sorry for the wait, my family and i went to Ohio to the Airplane and Air force thing in Daton. no time to update. Got some inspiration though, so i wrote. Any Q's? ASK 'EM!
TailsDoll13-PLEASE tell me that AU Percy and Rachel are NOT dating!
RESPONSE: No, they are not dating. But Percy may or may not have a girl friend, i have not yet decided.
seaweed brain's wise girl- um let me guess Hades? hehehe Nice cliffie
RESPONSE: Bazinga! i was hopping to put her in chapter 8 or 9, depending on how fast i type. BTW, luv da pin name;)
kit catt luvs Percy j- i am to lazy to type both of your reveiws, sorry... :(
RESPONSE: Nico's parent will not be neptune because whoever is Greek will stay Greek, Romans vice versa. I will help explain Hazel's situation later. i was hopping to hint at her parent by using her eyes. there are only two Annabeths because i have not introduced the rest of the characters yet. The other AU Piper and Leo are down in the camp, and we will meet them later. Jason is a special case and i will tell u y in another chapter so stay calm.
1: think of Percy as the new Thalia. they kind of switched but thalia's parent will (most likely) be Hades, and she will not have any sibblings , or so you think...idk
2: Percy and Annabeth #2 are NOT and i repeat NOT our Percy and rachel. they HATE each other as you can sort of see in the current chapter. think of Annabeth #2 as Clarisse.
TailsDoll13-"Look, Hazel" BUT SHE'S ROOOMAAAAN! Will Nico be a son of Neptu-we, Poseidon?
RESPONCE- People who ae roman will stay roman. Since Nico is Greek, WHO would his parent be if hazel is his sister, and he is not a child of Zeus or Hades?
PLEASE REVIEW!i would love to answer any of you questions even though i am a lazy, lazy person. BTW over 1370 views so far, love to see that # rise. thanks for reading!