I will apologize in advance for the shortness of this chapter!

I've been so busy writing my one-shot What Happens to Love that I didn't get any chapters done for this!

And I knew you guys were waiting, so I decided to write a quick one to keep you guys occupied while I thought of a really good one for you!

Sorry Again, and Enjoy!

Chapter 8

Annabeth

Annabeth's head was throbbing when she woke up.

She groaned, sat up, rubbed her head, and looked around. Percy was dead asleep on the ledge, snoring quietly. It looked like he'd fell asleep during watch: Riptide was uncapped in his hand, and he had his hand pressed against the back of his head.

That's when Annabeth remembered the bleeding.

She crawled over to him and shook, him, scared.

There was no possible way the piece of her sleeve had survived the fall when Percy jumped off the ledge. His wound was probably bleeding openly now.

She wiggled her hand in between his hand and head, and left around for the wound.

She could feel blood drying on the palm of his hand, and his hair hard and stuck together in clumps from the drying blood, but not fresh blood was oozing.

Percy stirred at that moment and looked up at her. "You're awake."

"Yeah," Annabeth replied. "I really should stop hitting my head."

"My head wound has closed, Annabeth," Percy sat up.

She moved her hand and said, "I'm not surprised, Seaweed Brain, seeing how little you use it, I'm sure it had plenty of time to heal."

Percy laughed and kissed her.

She pulled away and crawled over to look over the edge of the ledge.

She could see the silhouetted monsters clearly now. It looked like there were hydras and Cyclopes and a lot of demons.

There were other monsters Annabeth couldn't make out, but there was one thing she was positively sure of.

They all had bright yellow eyes.

At least, that was what it looked like.

Annabeth crawled away from the edge. I don't want to be scared anymore, she thought as she crawled back over to Percy. So what do we do about it?

"Okay, so I was right before," Percy told her. "There is another ledge below us. I was looking for an opening and any other monsters that might be flying by here anytime, but then I fell asleep, I guess."

"Did you find any?" Annabeth asked.

"Well, a couple flying pigs fell from the whole, they had orange hair, it was the weirdest thing, but other wise, no." Percy said.

"I meant an opening, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth said and she whacked him on the shoulder.

"No," Percy chuckled. "But we're not close enough anyway."

"How much closer do we have to go?" Annabeth asked, looked back over toward the edge.

"I'd say until there was only one ledge separating us from the monsters below. That we have time to actually jump and make it through the hole," Percy sketched a person doing a swan dive off the ledge and an arrow in to the light in the ground with Riptide.

"Ah," Annabeth looked at it. "I see. Please tell me I don't have to swan dive."

Percy chuckled again. "No, you don't. But I will."

Annabeth looked back over toward the edge of the ledge. "How far away are we from our goal?"

"Um, maybe ten ledges?" Percy looked across Tartarus.

"Then those monsters must be huge," Annabeth sighed. "Percy, I don't want to do this."

"We have to close those doors," Percy told her, and he tucked a loose piece of her hair behind her ear. "We have to stop Gaea."

"Sometimes, I just wish I was normal," Annabeth sighed, looking away from him.

"And miss all the fun?" Percy said loudly, gesturing to nothingness around them.

Annabeth smiled at him.

"Well, I can tell you, I definitely don't want to be normal," Percy said.

"So you can plunge into Tartarus everyday?" Annabeth asked teasingly.

Percy smiled at her. "So I can be with you."

They kissed again, and then Percy crawled over the ledge and said, "Let's get jumping."

They climbed over and let go together his time. Annabeth knew they were special, and knew they were together. She wasn't scared anymore.

She really didn't need to be.

As long as they have each other...:)

Okay, there was also one thing I wanted to address.

I got a review from a person named my bff is a vampire freak and he or she said: YOU'RE NOT THIER CREATOR! RICK RIORDAN IS! YOU THIEF! YOU MUST HAVE STOLEN THEM! HOW COULD YOU?! About my disclaimer in chapter 2

Well, I wanted this person to know that I have my own characters. Rick Riordan interpruts them one way, and I another. The may have the same name, but they are not the same people. Do you see the way Piper acts? Not like the Piper you know, I'm sure.

So, what I guess I'm trying to say is, they're my version of these characters, and I can tell you that the real ones are still out there being exactly who they are. ;)

Thanks for Reading!