I said I was going to update by last Thursday; I lied. Anyway, summer isn't for another 2 weeks, so until then, bear with my slower than molasses updates.

I know it's kind of late now, but I did write the Percabeth Mother's Day one-shot. It's posted if you want to still check it out.

Percy turned around to face his Captain, asking in surprise, "M'am?"

She opened one eye as though she were amused, "Where are you going Jackson?"

"I was just going…back to… To, you know, my field assignment training."

Annabeth tried to sit up against the hard back of the uncomfortable cot. Percy steadied her, propping her up properly, "Don't strain yourself."

Captain Chase raised an eyebrow, "Didn't know you were so caring. But thank you Jackson. Thank you for carrying me over here."

Percy let out a bit of a dry chuckle, "You're thanking me? I was the one who punched you. Either way you see it, I was the clear cause of the problem."

"Jackson, it's just a punch. It's not like you shot me or something."

Percy's ears perked up at the mention of shooting. Could she possibly remember now? No, it was just an analogy. Nothing more. He nodded once, "Just get some rest. I should get back before Major Castellan gets even more ticked off."

Annabeth grinned, but the expression on her face suggested that it pained, "Hm, I doubt Luke will be that upset. He knows you were with me, but you should get going anyway. Just in case."

As he turned to leave once more, she added, "And Jackson, try to stay out of trouble until I recover."

Percy half-turned so that she could see the hint of a grin on his face. Without another, he returned to the reception area to fill out the forms where he was stopped once more by a disapproving Mrs. Arnolds, "Young man, watch what you do. I'm still holding you accountable for Captain Chase's health."

"Of course."

By the time Percy had reached the barracks, the various platoons had dispersed to their respective field assignments. There was a marine or two lingering around as guards. Percy approached one in hopes of finding out where to go next. "10th Company?" he demanded.

The man merely pointed in direction of the ocean.

Percy stared in disbelief. They didn't actually expect him to have to fly, did they? If head had wanted to fly, he would have joined the Air Force instead of the Navy when he had first enlisted.

It was true that he had been overseas before. After all, that was where he had incurred his wound, but the return was what had traumatized him, traumatized him to a point where he couldn't even step on another plane without trembling.

If there was weakness that betrayed Private Perseus Jackson, it was his fear of flying. Percy knew that the landing pad for the plane bases was located near the coast, but he had never assumed he would have to go within a mile perimeter of the place.

With a sense of impending doom, Percy walked in direction of the inland air base. He found his berth mates in the barrack-like building located in front of the landing pad. The man lecturing gave him a look of disdain as gestured towards where Percy should sit.

Percy squeezed himself between the two men who had been restraining him earlier, luckily, far away from the Georgian man.

The man in front appeared to be an old retiree of the Air Force in charge of teaching Marines the basics of flight controls. In Percy's mind, he seemed more disgruntled than anything to be there. He had an irritating little goatee that looked as prickly as his name, Dr. Thorn.

His deep voice droned on incessantly as he went into detail about the importance of every single control in the cockpit. Occasionally, he would whack the board with his long wooden pointer stick to wake the snoozing marines from their boredom. Percy tried to stay awake, but it was futile. It was like being in class again.

Dr. Thorn was reiterating, "If you don't listen up now, I will make sure you don't chance to fly."

That was fine with Percy. He was tempted to even let Dr. Thorn know, but remembering Annabeth's words to stay out of trouble, he kept his mouth closed. Dr. Thorn eyed him funnily, his eyes two different sharply contrasting colors. The old general seemed to already harbor negative feelings towards the young marine. Percy fought back the uncomfortable feeling from the gaze, attempting to sit still with the man's eyes trained on him.

As Percy began to doze off again, a sharp voice barked, "Dismissed!"

Percy stood up to leave with the rest of his berth mates only to be held back by Dr. Thorn, "Hey you there! The one that walked in late." Private Jackson stopped in his tracks, waiting for the retired Air Force general to approach him. The man squinted his eyes in attempt to read his name. "Jackson. Let this be clear starting today. I hate irresponsible latecomers. I absolutely despise them. One more tardy, and that will be the last thing you ever do."

He was getting really tired of these death threats. First Annabeth, now Dr. Thorn. What was with these military people? Is killing all they ever thought about? For some reason, it reminded Percy briefly of his own benefactor and Nico. The unpleasant memory caused him to shudder in repulsion, "Yes sir." There was no use in making excuses and saying that he was helping Annabeth.

Percy hadn't noticed how long the old man had lectured for, but it was nearing early evening. Most of the men were heading back to take a shower before getting ready to shower. Percy supposed he should do the same when a thought struck him: Captain Chase.

Making a side trip to visit her wouldn't be a bad idea, right? Mrs. Arnolds had made it clear that he was responsible, and the medical building wasn't too far from here. Just a quick stop before showering. He would still have plenty of time before having to be there for dinner.

On this quick whim, he sprinted half the distance to the other facility, slowing down when he was within 50 yards of the building to smooth down his hair. He didn't want to give her the appearance of being eager to see her. He wasn't eager per se, but he did still feel guilty and her speedy recovery was one of his top priorities, if only for keeping up image.

Truthfully, Percy knew, deep in his heart, that a sick Annabeth would be more beneficial to his mission than detrimental. In fact, it would get rid of his main obstacle without having to do anything to her.

He stopped midstride. This was his opportunity to step back out before he fell into the hole deeper. Letting Annabeth recuperate. He didn't need to be there, but the image dilemma came forward again. He couldn't just abandon her; it would only raise more suspicion on him then there already was.

Percy reasoned with himself. He didn't want this on his record. Annabeth had to recover, even if it just added to the difficulty of the mission.

He walked in, opening the door with unsteady arms. Percy found Mrs. Arnolds in the same location as she had been when he had left earlier at noon. The woman now bore a grim look on her face, her demeanor serious. "Mr. Jackson," she began with almost an ominously prophetic voice.

"Mrs. Arnolds?" Percy blinked in question.

"Captain Chase."

"What about her?"

"She slipped into a coma after you left. The ambulance had to take her to the hospital: Greenville Memorial Hospital."

"What?!"

Mrs. Arnolds had one word to say, "Go."

I know this chapter was relatively short. You've also seen the result of my update promises, but I will do my best. I want to finish this story by June as I will be out of town most of July and August.

Anyway, make sure to give it a read, fave, follow, and review.

One more thing, I was planning my next Percabeth story. I'm putting my HP/PJO one on hold till I get inspiration again.

As for the PJO stories, I need you all to vote on the two possibilities. Choose 1 or 2:
1) It's senior year after the Great war against Gaea. Annabeth transfers to Goode to attend with Percy. Where's the catch you may ask. The catch that separates this from all the other Annabeth goes to Goode stories? Percy and Annabeth are married.

2) This one is similar to the story, Playful Kiss, I was going to write based on a drama. This would be AU. Annabeth has admired Percy since freshmen year. Now, both are going to be seniors. She doubts Percy even knows of her existence. The cold, introverted Percy is held in God-like status in his class for his brains and his athletic abilities. He hates girls like Annabeth, but a freak of nature causes the two to live in the same house. Will they be able to survive?

Yes, they are both romance stories. So, when you review this story, also review 1 or 2.

This is a long A/N. And…in case I haven't said it enough, review. Those who review get a shout-out in the next chapter.

~TJ