A/N: Thanks for all of your reviews! I'm glad you are enjoying this. I have another story that is kind of on hold. I'm slowly finding time to write it line by line, but this is something that goes quickly and I can write in about 20 minutes, where my normal lengthier stories take longer than that. I hope that is okay with everybody and please, enjoy your day!

Annabeth's POV when she first grabs Percy's hand in the underworld and one where Percy comes up behind her, just because the first idea was so short.

12. Holding Hands

The river of forgotten memories washed underneath the floating row boat. I heard many screams from the dead and fires flashed in the distance, and brightened up all three of our faces.

I heard Grover gasp when he looked at the distance beneath us. I didn't dare look down.

I heard a deadly scream and immediately got the chills. I jumped up and felt Goosebumps. The feeling I got down in the underworld was something I have never felt before. Completely scary and afraid thoughts crept into my mind and I reached for Percy's hand.

I felt him stiffen a bit but then he relaxed a bit. I just wanted to know that I wasn't the only one alive down here. The warmth of his trembling hand was comforting and I just wanted to stay like this forever and never move.

When we made our exit to the E-Z death lines, I felt a little bit better not drafting through those seas of fear and only wanted to grab Percy's hand again. But he was right, we had to keep moving.

*OFFICIAL PAGE BREAK*

It was almost sundown and Percy and I were walking towards the suspected territory for the blue team. The camp was playing capture the flag and we were taking our own sweet time. The Stoll brothers had over heard plans from the Ares cabin, so the plan was pretty much taken care of.

Once we were insight of the blue flag swaying in the wind, we attacked swiftly. It was sticking out of Zeus's fist.

Percy clanked his sword on the helmet of a camper and sent him down. One attacked me with his beefy fist but I grabbed it and twisted behind him. Down he went and the next one ran at me. I sidestepped and pulled him over my outstretched foot. Eventually we had a small pile of groaning campers around us.

"Nice, Travis…" I heard Percy say with a smile.

It was stuck in some rocks and we climbed up. When Percy made it up, he scrambled around to face me and gripped my hand. He hoisted me up and together we stood, plastered against the sunset. Our two silhouettes joined at the hand as Percy triumphantly lifted the flag into the air.

The surge of pride ran through my veins and he squeezed my hand.

Together, we ran to the boundary, hand in hand and crossed the river.

Athena, Poseidon, Aphrodite, and Hermes cabin were once again, successful.

A/N: Just something short. Next one is on it's way! Enjoy : )