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Sorry about not posting yesterday, I was relying on someone to help me because I was from my computer yesterday (as I will be the rest of today, tomorrow, Easter, and Monday) but, he or she did not.

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Chapter 27

Annabeth

"Did you find any leads while I was…gone?" Percy asked.

"No," she replied. "I was too focused on finding you."

He nodded. "Annabeth, we need to find these doors. Something tells me that they gang is closer than we are."

"I know, Percy, I know. Let's try not to get abducted again, okay?" Annabeth offered. "Either of us."

"Agreed."

They continued to walk together, holding hands, Annabeth's cane dangling from an empty belt loop, when Percy stopped her and said, "What would you have done, if you hadn't saved me?"

Annabeth turned to him. She stared him straight in the eyes. "That wasn't a possibility."

And they continued walking, Annabeth completely dismissing the question.

They joked about rock formations, they talked about their futures, they talked about their pasts, and then Percy said, "We need to talk about right now."

Annabeth nodded. "What's the plan?"

They sat on the ground and Percy said, "I thought that was your job."

Annabeth rolled her eyes and said, "We keep searching until we find the Doors of Death. Then we defeat whatever's guarding it, and in the very slim chance that nothing's guarding it, we stand and wait for some sort of signal that the others are on the other side."

"And how slim, exactly, are the chances of it being unguarded?"

"Well," Annabeth put her singer to the ground and started drawing. "Since these doors staying open is pretty important to the other side, so there's a .1% chance that it won't be guarded." She wrote the number into the ground with her finger.

"Now, we also have to facture in the fact that we're demigods," Annabeth wrote the word "demigod" in the sand and circled it, then drew a plus sign between the .1% and the word. "That brings it down to .001% chance of being guarded." She wrote the new number underneath the old pieces of data. "And now we have to facture in the simple fact that we're not just demigods, we're Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase." She wrote the names "Percy Jackson" and "Annabeth Chase" and circled them, then put a plus sign between the names and the new number. "That brings it to a .0000000000000001% chance of it not being guarded." She wrote the new number under the math, and underlined it.

Percy laughed. "What are the odds of us defeating this creature?"

"Well, that all depends on what creature it is, and the number."

Percy continued to ask her stupid "mathematical" questions, and Annabeth continued to act as if she knew what she was talking about.

After a couple minutes, they had decided that if the monster had less than two eyes, more than three, more than two arms, and knew how to bake cookies to Percy's standards, they were going to have a little trouble defeating the thing.

But, they were still Percy and Annabeth. That factor kept popping up.

They also determined, however, that if the beast didn't know how to bake cookies to Percy's standards, then it was going to die. No question about it.

"Let's keep moving," Annabeth stood up and helped Percy to his feet. "We should look for clues to see if we can tell where the Doors of Death are as we keep moving."

"My vision from earlier still stands," Percy replied as they started walking again. "A basically barren area, with the open Doors, radiating light. Except now, there's a monster standing nearby holding a tray of burnt cookies."

Annabeth laughed. Her boyfriend was really weird sometimes, but sometimes she just needed a little weird.

"I'm really kind of surprised," Annabeth told him. "We haven't run into anybody we didn't defeat already."

"You know, I was thinking the same thing," Percy replied.

Annabeth's legs grew tired from continuous movement, and she stopped Percy. "We should rest here. I can't go any longer."

Percy knelt down beside her as she sat down and he started to dig a water hole.

"Hey, Seaweed Brain," she turned to him as he hit water. "Can you control this water?"

Percy raised a hand, and a couple droplets of water floated through the air toward his hand. "A little bit. I was trying to move the whole puddle!"

Annabeth sighed and flattened her back onto the clayish dirt.

Percy flopped back beside her, and she adjusted herself so her head was resting on his chest, and his arm was around her shoulders.

"Goodnight, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth whispered as she closed her eyes.

"Night, Wise Girl. I think…" Percy responded sleepily.

Annabeth heard something that sounded a little like a pebble, being crushed, but she fell asleep before she could worry about it.

Whoa…things just got intense!

What do you guys think it is? I'm kinda worried myself…XP!

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