I'm KeeponReadin'! Do yeh love meh? Hah, Old Gregg reference... anyways on with thy disclaimer!

1) I don't own anything Rick Riordan!

2) My "Master Plan" is falling together perfectly!

3) Mentioned above my "Master Plan" is now in effect so yeah there may not be a lot of Pipico for a little while...

4) But, don't worry you guys I assure you my plan is worth it!

5) Read!

Chapter 6:

Everything inside Annabeth ached. Boards were piled up on top of her rib cage, crushing her and slowly sucking the life out of her. Annabeth could feel herself falling from the living, her eyes closed momentarily but fluttered open again as her struggle to stay alive continued. Each breath was a battle, a miniature World War that raged within her. Breathe in; she instructed herself, breathe out. She knew automatically that something was wrong the moment the pain hit her on the boat. The pain wasn't Percy, the pain was another force that had ripped through the Space Time Continuum and tipped the scales for the bad side. She also knew that this wasn't how it was supposed to be. She hoped that somehow, somewhere another Annabeth would know something was up. But, what she hoped for most of all was that Percy would get to her before Death did. Her time was almost up. She prayed to every Greek and Roman God there was to help her. Hopefully, her prayers weren't in vain and that the Gods would give her the strength to stay alive and give Percy the knowledge to find her. There is no hope for you, Athena Spawn! You will die at my hands and the prophecy will be null and void! An evil voice clouded her thoughts and nailed its words into her head. Annabeth couldn't take the wave of mental pain that swept over her so she screamed a muffled and probably unheard scream. Annabeth could feel her heart beat slowly fading. She counted the beats, 1, 2, 3… Annabeth's muscles relaxed against the pile of boards on top of her and she was about to accept her fate when she heard an all too familiar voice.

"Annabeth!" Percy shouted at the top of his lungs and immediately dove into the pile of wood and chucked boards aside until he was able to drag her out of the wreckage. "Annabeth, I'm here stay with me!" His voice nearly cracked with desperation and sadness.

Annabeth looked deep into his sea green eyes that she adored. "Percy, I'm not going anywhere without you."

Percy scooped her up in no time and forgot all thoughts of tiredness. He was fueled with worry for Annabeth. "Annabeth, you're safe now. I'll take care of you." Annabeth didn't have the energy to tell him anything else so she just rested her head on him as he ran as if his life depended on it back to New Rome.

Leo, Piper, and Jason stood stock still. They were absolutely dumbstruck. One second Percy's introducing himself, the next he's off running like his pants are on fire to the infirmary. "Wow, that guy's awesome," Leo scratched his head and smiled in amazement.

Jason smiled as he helped his friend stand, "Not as awesome as me though, right?"

"Jason, I think Percy has you beat." Piper teased and laughed as the cocky confident smile drained from Jason's face.

"Crap, you guys sound like Annabeth," Jason's smile returned.

"Not funny, man. She's seriously hurt. Plus, she just saved our sorry butts." Leo once again used his hands to emphasize his point.

"Well, we're not going to meet the Romans just standing around on this boat," Piper said Romans like one might say diarrhea.

"Nope," Jason let out a long sigh.

Annabeth lay motionless on a cot in the infirmary waiting for Death to find her. She stared at the ceiling intently as if it had all the answers to her problems. Percy sat on a chair next to her bed and clutched her hand like it was the only thing keeping him anchored to the world. Percy's eyes were drooping and Annabeth could tell that sleep would come any second now; but something else arrived before it. A dark mysterious shadow had appeared in the corner of the room. Annabeth had noticed it only milliseconds before Percy had fallen to the floor clutching his head. Then Annabeth felt a searing pain shoot through her forehead like a bullet, the world around her transformed into dancing shadows then to nothing but a cold bitter blackness.

How was it? I'm not Annabeth, I can't read your mind so review and tell me!