Hiya guys.

Here's the 2nd Chapter. I'd just like to say thanks to everyone who added this to their story alert, it made my day. Hopefully this chapter won't disappoint (If it does, then sorry, but remember this is Percy's POV, so he's a bit less articulate about his emotions then Annabeth.). Also, if you're wondering who Lyra is (mention about two thirds of the way through), she is Percy's twelve year old demigod sister. If you want to know more about her you can check my other fanific Finding Lyra, but it isn't really necessary.

Sorry for the long authors not *looks guilty*.

Enjoy

2. Percy

It was a black Sudan.

The car. The car that hit her. It was a black Sudan.

I didn't know how, after all this, I could remember the car.

But I did.

I was walking down the street, looking for a taxi to catch to camp. I didn't need to call the Grey Sisters - I wasn't in a rush and I didn't want my remains splattered all over the seats.

I knew I could do that funny apparating thing where I would appear at camp, but that always made me dizzy. I wasn't yet used to being a god's perks.

I'd hadn't seen her since that night, up on Olympus. It was my birthday – the best and worst one of my life.

"I accept."

She didn't understand. She'd not let me explain.

I was doing this to help! Trying to protect her!

If I was a God, I'd be able to protect everyone so much better! I could help make things better up on Olympus. I would have made sure the Gods had kept the promise! There would be peace for once. I mean, I'd never thought I'd see myself as the peacemaker but I could suddenly picture it! I'd seen so many things I would of never imagined possible today, suddenly it didn't seem so out of the question. I would have still seen her! Maybe not as much but…

I'd turned around to watch her reaction but she was already gone. Running through a destroyed Olympus, tears streaking her face.

But she wasn't meant to act like this! I thought she would be happy! I didn't know she cared this much.

"All hail Perseus Jackson…"

I didn't know she thought this.

I always had. I suppose that was part of the reason I'd accepted.

Whenever I was around her, she always seemed to get hurt. I couldn't deny that the shoulder incident was my fault. Even if she did choose it, even if it saved my life. Even if she was better now, she'd still got hurt.

So, as a God I would be able to protect her! She'd never get hurt because of me again. Although, I could never explain this to her. She'd probably kill me. Annabeth does not like to be thought of as 'needed protection'.

"…Minor God of the Seas."

I looked up to all the cheering and clapping. It was strange though. You could see Poseidon was truly happy for me, but there was some other kind of emotion was caught in his eye. Like he was overjoyed, yet a little disappointed all the same. It was confusing.

Athena, well, Athena was a different story.

I still shuddered at the look of pure disgust and betrayal on her mother's face as they made me immortal.

Because that was the last I was ever going to see of her. My best friend.

Annabeth.

Yet, here I was, wandering the streets, wishing she would talk to me.

I couldn't talk to her. No, she deserved better than that. I couldn't hurt her again.

The clouds thundered down overhead and the heavens poured down on the unusually quiet New York streets.

A hooded figure shivered as they walked down the opposite side of the street.

I couldn't tell if it was a man or woman as their hood hid their face from view and the away they were hunched over, as if they were hiding from something.

I didn't usually analyse people like this. That was more of a Lyra thing to do.

But this person had me enthralled. Like it was someone I should know, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

The figure turned to cross the street without looking up to see if there were any cars coming.

Headlights flared as a black Sudan sped round the corner, unusually fast.

Realisation of what was about to happen slowly sunk in.

"Hey!" I yelled to the figure, "Watch out!"

The head snapped up, searching for my voice.

Blonde curls framed a very familiar face.

Annabeth.

Instead of running out of the way like any normal person would have done, she just stared at me, a defeated look in her eyes.

The car hadn't seen her yet. By the time it did, it would be too late.

I was paralysed to the spot, wishing I could do something.

The car was close now.

She wasn't moving.

It was going to hit her.

"Stop!" I tried to yell, but my mouth was dry and hoarse.

Annabeth closed her eyes, waiting. What was wrong with her?

"Annabeth, NO!" My voice could barely be heard over the squeals of the tires.

I watched in horror as the scene unfolded.

Annabeth standing there, refusing to move. The car skidding as it tried to break on the wet streets.

Annabeth flying through the air, screaming one last petrified scream, before she hit the ground, her head cracking against the tar with a sickening thud.

Suddenly my feet were free and I ran like hell to her side. My brain was working overtime, taking in everthing. I could see the way her blonde curls were strewn messily over her face and her arm stuck out at an odd angle. I heard every shallow breath that was drawn through her lips. I could feel the heat radiating off her skin. And I could hear the pulse. The weak pulse that would give way, any second…

"Annabeth!" I whispered in horror.

"I didn't see her! It was so dark! I thought she was going to move!" I heard the driver yell in horror as he jumped out of his car.

I didn't reply.

If only I had some Nectar or Ambrosia on me! I could heal the bleeding gash on her forehead. It might even help her regain consciousness.

"I'll call 911."

That caught my attention.

"No."

And with that, I picked up Annabeth's mangled corpse gingerly and turned on the spot, instantly appearing in the Olympus throne room.

I didn't know what the mist had made the driver see, but I couldn't care less at the moment.

Gasps of horror echoed round the room as the Gods noticed us.

My vision swirled. I'd never apparated with another person before. It took too much strength.

"Help." I murmured before my knees buckled.

And everything went black.

Thanks for reading! I hoped you liked it! If not the next one is from Annabeth's POV so hang in there. Please review :D

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