A/N: Hey!! This is my first fan fiction, so BE NICE PEOPLE!!!! I want to thank all of the wonderful people that commented!!!

Also, I realized after re-reading my last chapter, I forgot to add the bath rooms. The downstairs has a half bath in between the kitchen and the den; it does have a door, and it is all white with black trim and such. The upstairs has two full baths. They are on either side up front of the room. They are also personalized. Sorry if that confuzzlifies you.

I do not own Percy Jackson. But hey, you know that, right? Any way, here you go:

Percy and Annabeth's Travels Across America in Their Huge RV-type-thing.

Chapter Three

Luke. I saw him, standing there, at the entrance to the Parthenon, in Nashville, TN. He was leaned up against one of the support-stand-thingies, swinging his sword, Backbiter, round and round.

"What are you doing here? You're supposed to be dead!" I said, reaching into my pocket and grabbing Riptide. The pen changed into a sword, and I charged at Luke.

He ginned evilly, easily avoiding my attack. "That, Percy, would be a no-no." He pointed his sword off to the side.

I gasped. "Annabeth!" She was tied in chains on one of those support beams. She looked up at me, looking terrified.

"Percy! Help me, please!" She sounded hoarse, like she had been yelling a lot.

I turned back to Luke, and lunged. "You, traitor!" (A/N: I have no idea how to sword fight, so I can't describe it. Sorry!)

As I fought Luke, who was winning, I heard Annabeth screeching my name over and over. Like she was trying to tell me something, or warn me with out Luke knowing.

"Give up, you miserable excuse for a demigod? Oh, I bet daddy's really proud of you now! You are no son of Poseidon." Luke said, taunting me.

I gritted my teeth, and charged at him again. Suddenly, the earth began to shake.

I glanced over at Annabeth, who was giving me a pleading look. Luke took this opportunity to slash at me. Since my dip in the Styx, something like a sword shouldn't have hurt me, but it did.

I cried out in pain, and I started to bleed.

Luke laughed, but it was an evil laugh. "I will always be after you, Percy. I will always follow you, taunt you, and I will bring you down."

"But, you're dead." I croaked. I was on my knees now, not only because of the immense pain in my side, but because the ground was shaking so bad, that I fell.

The Parthenon started to crumble and break and a couple of support beams fell. Annabeth screamed. One landed about a yard away from her.

Then I realized that Annabeth was going to be killed by the falling building unless I got her, quick.

I tried to stand up, but I couldn't. I was dizzy and hurting all over. Plus the fact that Luke shoved me down again.

"Percy, Percy, Percy." Luke said, mockingly shaking his head. "You'll never learn, you're always trying to be hero. That will be the death of you."

"I saw you die, how come you're still alive?"

Luke laughed. "You don't just see too much, but you believe too much. Death won't stop me Percy, nothing will. Besides, I had you all fooled pretty good, didn't I? Now you all believe I'm a 'hero'. I suppose I am, not. And now, Peruses Jackson, suffer, suffer and watch your friend die, but don't worry. You'll be joining her soon."

Luke kicked me in the gut, murderously glaring at me. Then he walked away.

The shaking became more violent, and I heard Annabeth's screams becoming louder.

"Percy! Percy, please! Peruses! Please, Percy! Percy! PERCY!!!"

Then, my worst fear came true. The Parthenon crumbled into a heap of rubbish, with Annabeth underneath it.

"NOOOOOOO!!!" I screamed. Then I blacked out.

I was being shaken, and I heard my name being called.

"Percy! Please, Percy! Percy, Percy, Percy!"

I opened my eyes. I was in the bus, on my bed. Not at the Parthenon.

I looked up. Annabeth was sitting on top of me, shaking me, and practically screeching my name. Her eyes were closed really tight, as if she didn't want to see anything.

I looked down at the position we were in. her knees were on either side of my thighs, and her butt was on my knees. I thought about just laying there, but that would be wrong.

We're just friends. I told my self. Plop. Something wet landed on my shirt. I looked up at Annabeth, and realized that she was crying.

"Annabeth," I said, putting my hand on her shoulder. She stopped shaking me, and opened one eye. "Percy?"

"Oh, Percy!" She said flinging her arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug. "Annabeth, what's wrong?" She pulled back to look at me.

"What's wrong? What's WRONG? What's wrong is that I woke up to you screeching your head of about Luke, and something about me, too. You were fidgeting, too. It was like you were possessed. It scared me."

She looked away from me, a single tear trickling down her cheek.

I tried to sit up, which wasn't easy, since Annabeth was sitting on me. "Annabeth, I'm fine, just had a nightmare, that's all."

She still looked unsure, but got off the bed anyway. She sighed, giving me one of those, When will you ever learn? looks.

I didn't know what I still had to learn, so I just shrugged it off. "What was it about?"

Annabeth question surprised me; I figured she didn't want to know. I shook my head. "Later, right now, let's go get breakfast."

I got out of bed, and started walking towards the stairs. I heard Annabeth follow me, doing that bounce-step thing she did whenever she got excited.

I wondered why she was so excited, and then I realized all I was wearing was a pair of blue plaid pants. I didn't even have a shirt on.

But then again, all Annabeth had on was a white tank top and purple shorts. And I mean short shorts. I tried not to stare. I wasn't that type of guy.

Annabeth must've seen me staring, because she blushed. "Come on," I said, walking to the fridge.

I got out the eggs, bacon, cheese, ranch, milk, butter, and pancake mix. Yes, we do keep the pancake mix in the fridge.

Annabeth pulled out the stuff we needed to make breakfast with, like measuring cups, stirring things, etc. Breakfast that morning was awesome, because we ate it on the air hockey table.

We turned it on, too. It was awesome.

Afterwards, Annabeth pulled out the map and estimated where we were. "I'd say we're about a mile past the boarder of Pennsylvania and West Virginia. About two states away from the Tennessee boarder line. "

I sighed. "So, are we on some sort of schedule?" Annabeth rolled her eyes. "No, Seaweed Brain. This is a vacation. No schedule, just fun."

I grinned, and propped my feet on the air hockey table. "Sounds great!"

Annabeth laughed, and shoved me out of my chair, on to the floor. "Seaweed Brain,"

"Wise Girl!" I said getting up off the floor, and moving the chairs back to the island. We didn't have a dinning room or a table. Well, unless you count the huge coffee table that fits in side the u shaped couch.

"So do we get to stay in our pajamas all day?" I asked. I knew it was for a selfish reason though. I liked the way she blushed whenever she looked at me.

I had gotten pretty muscular over the past year, mainly to impress Annabeth. I think it's working.

Plus, Annabeth looks really hot. I mean, how often do you get to look at the girl you like dressed in nothing but shorts and a tank top? For me, not very often.

Annabeth laughed. "So you're going to go out in public like that." She said, pointing at my pants.

"Hey! Don't diss my pants! Besides, why would we need to leave the bus anyway? We do have every thing we need. I don't see why not." I said, grinning ear to ear.

Annabeth laughed again. "Alright, but if we have to stop somewhere, you at least have to put on a shirt."

My grin grew wider, if that was plausible. Yes, I thought, sweet victory.

A/N: I hoped you liked it!! Yeah, I know, the 'dream' was REALLY cheesy, so please forgive me!!! I love all the people that review! (*wink hint wink) R&R!!