A/N: Hiiiiiii guys! I'm back! I've noticed I received silent treatments from you all in Chapters 11 and 12. Why?! Anyway, here's Chapter 13, entitled, "The Truck."

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN THE HEROES OF OLYMPUS. I ALSO DON'T OWN ANGIE MILLER, AMBER HOLCOMB AND AMERICAN IDOL 12.

CHAPTER 13: THE TRUCK

(Third Person's POV)

Annabeth was in the back of a truck. She didn't know how she got there. It smelled of manure, animal food, hamburgers, sweat, and a smelly sock. There were three empty cages near her. The first was the biggest and perhaps fit for a lion. The second was like the size of a panther, or a zebra. The third was the smallest. It was fit for a deer or an antelope. The front seats were empty. Annabeth wondered where she was, or why she was there, or how she got there. Then Annabeth realized she was transparent! She was a ghost, perhaps!

"AAAH!" she screamed. "Am I dead?!" she asked herself.

"Hmmm…maybe…" A beautiful voice answered. She appeared, floating. She was also a ghost, but she wasn't transparent. She was pure white. The later Annabeth stared at her, the clearer she became.

"Aphrodite," Annabeth said and demanded, "Why am I here?!"

"Oh, I am asking you the same question, dear." She answered.

"I'm dead." She whispered.

Aphrodite laughed. "Oh, Annabeth, you are so funny! You are not dead, and you are not alive also!"

Annabeth narrowed her eyes and studied Aphrodite. "What do you mean?"

"You may be dead, but you may be alive too! Don't you get it?" Aphrodite repeated.

"But why am I here? I'm supposed to be in the Underworld, being judged."

"As I said, dear, you are not yet dead. Hades is still deciding on that. Whether you can hold the attack or not, whether you can still contain life or not."

"What attack?"

"Percy's attack,"

Annabeth's eyes glowed with rage. "I hate Percy."

Aphrodite laughed. "What? Oh no, you are not!"

Annabeth stayed quiet, angry. Finally, Aphrodite spoke up. "You just 'hate' him like the ones you say to a friend! You don't mean it literally! I know you still love him, deep inside."

"I just want to ask him why he is acting like that." Annabeth's rage disappeared and a tear went down her cheek.

"O, o, o." Aphrodite said. Annabeth didn't know what that supposed to mean, but anyway. "That's okay, Annabeth. It was an accident, and I think his brain's still fuzzy, so he keeps forgetting."

"Seaweed Brain…" Annabeth muttered. "Aphrodite, just please tell me why I'm here, and tell me where I am."

"Annabeth, you're in the place when you first found true love!"

"The—the—the—" Annabeth racked her brain about smelly truck rides. "THE TRUCK OF KINDESS INTERNATIONAL!" Annabeth smiled. 'This is the place Percy and I first actually talked alone.'

"Nice, Annabeth! Very good! That means Percy—"

"—is my true love," Annabeth continued.

"Correct! Oh, I love Percabeth!"

"What should I do, so we can be together again?"

"Percy shall apologize. It must be made at the right time."

"Anyway, please answer my question. Why am I here?"

"Because, Annabeth Chase, I bring girls to the place where they first found true love when Hades is deciding if she lives or not," Then Aphrodite began to glow, and she began to become blurry again.

"Where are you going?!"

"Good bye, Annabeth. I must return to Olympus. You will return to the mortal world, or join the dead." And Aphrodite disappeared.

"Wait!" Too late, Aphrodite already disappeared. The world seemed to spin and went black.

Annabeth opened her eyes and she was lying in a dark room.

"OKAY, NOW WHERE AM I?!" Annabeth shouted. There was silence except for some creaks.

"I'm dead," she whispered.

"Sshh, Annabeth! You're not dead, we're not dead!" A boy's voice said. He seems to be 19.

"Where am I then?"

"You're at the infirmary at the Big House, duh! This is Camp Half-Blood, Long Island Sound—"

"Yeah, okay, I get it, but who are you?"

"You seem to have amnesia, like Jason Grace had back years ago! Did Hera take your memories?"

"No! Answer me! Who are you?!"

"Don't you recognize me? Gervine Archback?"

"Oh…I see, why didn't you just tell me?" Annabeth said. "I'm glad I'm still alive. Just open the lights."

"Okay! I'll open the lights?" Gervine sighed and said, "Blake, lights! I can't stand."

With a snap of a finger (literally), the lights opened and the curtains went up. It was afternoon.

"Gah—Too much light! At least pull down the curtains," Annabeth groaned.

"Blake," Gervine looked at a girl in the corner. Annabeth recognized her. Her name was Blake Ellen, Lou Ellen's younger sister. "you heard her."

"Oh c'mon, I'm tired of snapping." Blake laughed, and then snapped. The curtains went down.

"Good." Annabeth said and there was silence for minutes.

"Where's everyone?" Annabeth asked.

"We don't know, we were sleeping, duh! You woke us up with your crazy shouting." Gervine said.

"We don't know." Blake smiled. "Sorry, Gervine is a bit snappy today."

"What time is it?" Annabeth asked.

"Two, I think." Gervine said.

"It should be noisy," Annabeth said.

"I cast a Silencing Spell when I was awake so that we wouldn't be disturbed from our slumber." Blake said.

"So, you won't hear a thing from outside." Gervine continued.

"And they won't hear a thing from the inside?" Annabeth guessed.

"Right you are." Blake said.

Annabeth tried to sit up, but she cried in pain.

"No! Don't!" Blake shouted at Annabeth. "Your muscles are hurt. They are in complete pain."

"Ouch!" Annabeth winced. "Please tell me what happened to me." The two shuddered.

"Well?!" asked Annabeth.

Blake answered, "What?! It's just…Geri, you—"

"Yes, yes, okay." Gervine (aka Geri) told Annabeth the story beginning when Annabeth exited the infirmary and ending with Annabeth shouting. Blake added some forgotten details.

Annabeth asked, "How did you get—"

"Oh, easy! The Aphrodite girl healing me this afternoon told me. I mean, you got hit like, yesterday? Yeah. News here spreads fast."

"So I was unconscious for a…day? Gods of Olympus, help me! I am in pain!"

"Oh, and I heard Angie Miller is eliminated from American Idol! Such disappointing, shocking results! I always loved her! I even voted her!" Blake said.

"Really?! What? That's so shocking!" Annabeth said. "I know she'll have a big career in the future."

"My favorite is Amber," Gervine said.

"She was really good too! She is awesome." Blake nodded.

"Okay, guys! I'm going to sleep first." And Annabeth slept for three hours.

Annabeth woke up from her nightmare. 'Always the same nightmares…Tartarus.' She said to herself. She recalled the dark, sweaty days with Percy in Tartarus. Monsters were everywhere. All they can do was run. And when they fall, they land on a creepy monster's head and it chases them. They even saw Kronos' remains, re-forming. They barely made it out alive. Luckily their friends found them.

Annabeth kept thinking about Hazel and Frank, how are they doing. And what is Octavian's punishment in the Fields of Punishment. She remembered how Octavian died. Accidentally swatted by a giant's hand. Poor Octavian. Annabeth also remembered how Reyna died. She shielded an attack from an enemy and the attack was actually for me, and she took the blow. The spear passed through her chest and she died instantly. 'Step aside, you stupid thoughts.' And Annabeth decided to sleep once more.

Annabeth woke up after an hour. Gervine was snoring, and Blake was sleeping, too. It was nightfall. 'Maybe 6PM?' Annabeth heard muffled noises from outside. 'The Spell must be wearing off,' Annabeth thought. She found a cup of nectar and a plate of ambrosia on the table beside her. She reached the nectar and drank a little. It tasted like bubblegum ice cream, the one Percy and Annabeth shared when we went to Paris. Annabeth got the ambrosia and gulped down a piece. Finally, she sat up and went to the door. She hesitated for a moment, but she opened it anyway.

The cool wind blew against Annabeth's face. Annabeth walked around the yard, and heard Malcolm crying. After a minute, she heard the voices of Connor and Travis. "What are they doing?! It's so early for campfire, it should be dinner! They should be eating! How could they celebrate a rare event without me?" Annabeth protested, but she got over it quickly. She heard a barely heard poof! and Mr. D appeared beside her.

"Aah!" Annabeth screamed.

"Gah! Chase! Annab—ANNABETH?" Dionysus gasped.

Annabeth blinked. "Yes, I am Annabeth Chase. Why?"

"YOU'RE ALIVE?!" Dionysus asked.

"Yes. Duh. I'm here."

Dionysus jumped in the air and clapped his hands. His belly went up and down.

"Say, Mr. D, what is the program there?"

"It's for you! A program for you! We prayed for you."

"Really?"

"Yeah. And if you don't mind, I will go to Hermes." And Dionysus disappeared.

"Okay. I talked to two gods today. Today is clearly abnormal." Annabeth whispered.

"Oh, it is, really." A cold voice said behind her. Annabeth glanced and saw the person/god: Hades. Hades was wearing his skeletal robe and his hair and beard in ringlets. He had a small messenger bag which he kept the drachmas.

"Lord Hades! Why are you here? Shouldn't you be guarding the Underworld?"

"THEN WHAT DO YOU THINK IS THE PURPOSE OF THOSE MINOR GODS?" he bellowed.

"Milord, I just want to know why you are here."

"I am here to tell you that—oh wait." He opened his messenger bag and grabbed a rolled parchment. "Here!" He rolled it open and he cleared his throat.

"I am here to tell you that…that 'your amb—amber—' what's this? I hate Thanatos' handwriting. Ambersia?"

"Umm, I think it means ambrosia."

"Right! I am here to tell you that your ambrosia and nectrae—'"

"Nectar."

"Yes… 'Your ambrosia and nectar is weary off. Cool Yuck. Sorcery, Tharkaross.' "

"What? You said, 'Your ambrosia and nectar is weary off'? 'Cool yuck?' 'Sorcery?' 'Tharkaross'?" Annabeth laughed. "I think it means 'wearing off'; 'good luck'; 'sincerely'; and 'Thanatos'."

"Right…" Hades nodded. "Okay, off now." And he disappeared.

"Wait! Oh no! My medicine is wearing off." Annabeth ran inside. She tripped over a tray, and fell on her face. The color in her face disappeared. Annabeth forgot the taste of bubblegum ice cream. All the pain went back.

"AAAH!" she screamed. Blake and Gervine woke up instantly. They sat up and said, "Annabeth! What were you doing?!"Annabeth remembered to think of happy thoughts.

"Helpppp?" Annabeth whispered. I love you, Percy. Annabeth forced herself to remember all her sweet moments with Percy, when they were still twelve, and until now. She racked her brain for her happiest thought. She thought of her dad. She thought of everything. She…she…she thought of…

Annabeth blacked out.

(Note: Blake Ellen and Gervine Archback are OCs)

A/N: So, tell me how I'm doing! Sorry for the late update, I've got some Muggle events going on. Anyway, the next chapter will come out next week. R&R, F&F, NO FLAMES PLEASE!