Hey! Sorry it took so long to update! I guess I was in so much shock from all the good reviews, I got some writer's block or something. Idk but I hope you like this!

Chapter 2- Annabeth's POV (This is before the 1st chapter. It starts when Annabeth and Percy enter Athena's cabin for inspection. [page 46] Sorry this gets really specific. Hope you've read the book:)

Finally we got to athena's cabin, wish was orderly and clean as usual. Books were straightened on the shelves. the armor was polished. battle maps and blueprints decorated the walls. Only my bunk was messy. it was covered in papers, and my silver laptopl was still running.

"Vlacas," I muttered, which is basically calling myself an idiot in Greek.

My second-in-command, Malcolm, suppressed a smile. "Yeah, um...we cleaned everything else. Didn't know if it was safe to move your notes."

"Smart boy," I say, sarcastically.

Malcom grinned at Percy. "We'll wait outside while you finish inspection." The Athena campers filed out the door while I scrambled to clean up my bunk.

I hurried as fast as I could trying not to think about the fact that, even on inspection, it was against camp rules for 2 campers to be...like, alone in a cabin. Out of the corner of my eye I can see Percy shuffle through papers uneasily, probably thinking the same thing. I straightened up and closed the laptop the Daedalus gave me last summer.

Percy cleared his throat. "So...get any good info from that thing?"

"Too much," I said. "Daedalus had so many ideas, I could spend fifty years just trying to figure them all out."

"Yeah," he muttered. "That would be fun."

I resist the urge to look up at his expression to see what he meant by that, but shuffle some of my papers instead. Now's the time. I tell myself. Now is the perfect time.

I glance over some of my drawings and swallow back some interesting facts about angles because if I start talking about my anything related to architecture I'll never be able to stop talking and Percy won't be listening anyway. I take a mental deep breath, and begin.

"You know..." I brush a loose strand of hair behind my ear, like i do when I'm nervous. "This whole thing with Beckendorf and Silena. It kind of makes you think. About...what's important. About losing people who are important."

Please understand what I'm getting at, please understand.

Of course he doesn't.

"Um, yeah," he stammered. "Like...is everything cool with your family?"

Really, Percy? Really? Ok he really does have a brain full of seaweed.

But all I do is nod and put on my disapointed face, to keep from screaming at him.

"My dad wanted to take me to Greece this summer," I said wistfully. "I've always wanted to see-"

"The Parthenon," he remembered.

I managed a smile. "Yeah."

"That's okay. There'll be other summers, right?"

Sometimes I really wonder what goes on in that boy's mind. I stare at my scroll. "Three out of five," I mutter. "for a sloppy head counselor. Come on. Let's finish your reports and get back to Chiron."

On the way to the Big house Percy stops me by the tetherball court. Maybe he finally got what I was trying to say...

"Annabeth... Listen, I...I had this dream about, um, Rachel..."

It took every bit of willpower not to punch him in the face. But I let him tell me his whole story.

For a while I didn't say anything. Trying to process what he said, and the fact that it had to do with "Rachel the stupid mortal". I rolled up my inspection scroll so tight i ripped it. "What do you want me to say?"

"I'm not sure. You're the best strategist I know. If you were Kronons planning this war, what would you do next?"

"I'd use Typhon as a distraction. Then I'd hit Olympus directly, while the gods were in the West."

"Just like in Rachel's picture."

"Percy," I said, my voice tight, "Rachel is just a mortal." A stupid mortal who gets in everybodys way...

"But what if her dream is true? Those other Titans- they said Olympus would be destroyed in a matter of days. They said they had plenty of other challenges. And what's with that picture of Luke as a kid-"

"We'll just have to be ready."

"How?" he said. "Look at our camp. We can't even stop fighting each other. And I'm supposed to get my stupid soul reaped."

Ok that's it. I threw down my scroll. "I knew we shouldn't have shown you the prophecy!" I said, sounding angry and hurt. "All it did was scare you. You run away from things when you're scared."

He stared at me, completely stunned. "Me? Run away?"

I got right in his face. "Yes, you. You're a coward, Percy Jackson!"

The look on his face was priceless. A combination of shock and hurt. Perfect. Just what he needs. And his eyes...his green eyes...

He grabs my shoulders. "What did you just call me?"

I stand my ground, trying not to get distracted. "You heard me."

"You have 10 seconds to take that back,"

I almost start laughing. "Or what?"

And then the most wonderful thing in the world happens. He kisses me, and I completly forget that I was ever mad at him. I forget my worries about Rachel. All I can think about is him. His shaggy dark hair and sea green eyes. The way he charges into danger with his sword. And the way he is completly oblivious to the fact that he is all I can ever seem to think about.

When we pull away, I avoid his eyes. I stare at the ground and hope he has forgotten the fact that I called him a coward.

"Annabeth," he says. I stare at his untied shoe lace. "Annabeth," he says again. Time he puts a finger under my chin and tilts my face up to his. Part of me wishes we didn't have to talk about what just happened, and that he would just kiss me again. Of course, I didn't get my wish."

He gives me a hard stare and says "You can call me seaweed brain, and you can call me stupid, but you can not call me a coward."

Before I can answer, he drops his hand, turns around, and walks away.