Thanks for all the people who read this fledging story, and special thanks to AlexMorgan for reviewing! Enjoy the update!

This is my plot and the kids are my characters, but sadly I don't own PJ.

Annabeth's POV

"Percy!" I screamed, fumbling for my dagger in the mess of my tote bag. "PERCY!"

"Annabeth, honey, what's wro-oh." Percy suddenly realized what was going on. Quick as a flash, the shimmering bronze blade of Riptide was in his hand. He shoved me behind him.

The hellhound snarled, confused. If it wanted a snack, it would go for me. But to the nearsighted dog, I had disappeared.

Percy swung his sword. It connected with the beast's long, wet snout.

The hellhound backed up, whimpering. But then, as fast as the speed of sound, it lunged again and raked Percy across the chest. He fell, a stunned expression on his face, and clutched the four deep, bloody claw marks in his chest.

Well, if Percy went down fighting, so would I. The hound had spotted me again. Its eyes shone with excitement. With an anguished, painful cry, I swung my dagger- and the hound vanished. In its place stood Athena, her nose bloody from Percy's attack.

"Very good, Annabeth. Maybe now I'll let you and that-that kid of Poseidon have your kids."

"No! You killed Percy!" A red haze filled my vision. I tuned out Athena. She was so busy making rude comments about Percy and Poseidon that she didn't notice the blade coming for her abdomen.

As soon as the blade hit my mother, she screamed. Passerby stopped and screamed too. I can't imagine what they saw- maybe a 8-month pregnant woman in her mid 20's with a gun, an older women clutching her stomach from a gunshot and a 26 year old man laying on the pavement with four tiger-like slashes in his chest.

Athena glared at me. "You've made your choices, daughter. You have just made an enemy of Pallas Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war. You are no daughter of mine." Still clutching her stomach, she vanished in a haze of golden light.

My eyes choked with tears, I collapsed and crawled over to Percy. His chest was very faintly rising and falling.

The witnesses walked away, glancing back at me frightened.

I dug in my bag, looking for a sip of nectar, a bite of ambrosia, anything. Somehow a small Ziploc if ambrosia squares found its way into Percy's mouth. Suddenly his eyes weakly fluttered open.

"Annabeth? Is that you?" He asked.

I collapsed on his chest, laughing and crying at the same time.

"Ow." He said. "Annabeth , that hurts!"