hi again

this chapter is dedicated to ilovefonandalaude who first gave me the idea to have Aubrey go see Aphrodite in Charleston.

and also thnx PinkFan-Gurl for giving me more ideas (and another essay!) I tried to put them in best I could!

Anyway, hope it's not too bad I apologize for any mistakes

i dont own Percy Jackson, but the whole going-into-the-past thing was my idea! Don't steal it! jk ik you guys wouldn't do that :P

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CHAPTER SEVEN

***Annabeth Chase***

WE VISIT CHARLESTON

I'm currently telling Hazel of Percy's greatest Seaweed Brain moments, in an attempt to cheer her up.

Frank suddenly stumbles down the hall and into the cabin. Hazel and I jump to our feet.

"Where's Leo? Take off! Take off!" Frank wheezes.

"Where's Percy?" I snap. "And the goat?"

"And Aubrey?" Hazel adds.

Frank bent over, grabbing his knees, attempting to breathe. "On deck. They're fine. We're being followed!"

I push past Frank and sprint up the stairs, three at a time.

On deck, Percy, Aubrey, and Hedge are sprawled on deck. Percy is holding two backpacks and Hedge is missing his shoes and is muttering, "Awesome. Awesome."

Aubrey looks pale and sick, also holding two more backpacks. Her ponytail is all messed up and her face is set in a scowl, glaring at the sky like it messed up her life.

Aubrey and Percy are covered with scrapes and nicks, like they'd jumped through a broken window.

Percy is silent, breathing slightly harder than normal, but he squeezes my hand reassuringly.

Piper, Leo, Zach, and Jason rush up on deck from the mess hall.

Leo held a half-eaten grilled cheese sandwich "What? What? Can't a guy even take a lunch break? What's wrong?"

"Followed!" Frank gasps.

"Followed by what?" Jason asks.

"I don't know!" Frank replies. "Whales? Sea monsters? Maybe Kate and Porky!"

I want to strangle him until he specifies more, but I'm not sure my hands will fit around his neck, "That makes absolutely no sense. Leo, you'd better get us out of here."

Aubrey stands up suddenly and snatches Leo's sandwich away, shoving part of it in her mouth.

"Hey!" Leo protests.

Aubrey suddenly stops chewing. "Ew. This is grilled cheese. Next time eat something better, Valdez."

Leo glares, taking back the remaining part of his grilled cheese and sticking it in between his teeth like a pirate, and sprinting for the helm.

"That's so gross," Hazel comments what everyone's thinking.

Aubrey nods, collapsing back on deck, "I know, right. Grilled cheese sucks."

Of course, we weren't referring to the grilled cheese, but to the fact she and Leo just shared food, but none of us says anything. Aubrey can be so stupid sometimes.

Kind of like Percy…

Where did that come from?

I head over to the aft crossbow, ready to shoot down any "whales". I don't see any, but Percy, Aubrey, Frank, and Hedge aren't calm until Atlanta is a spot in the distance.

"Okay," Zach speaks up, "What the hell happened back there?"

"Chill, Zach, jeez, you sound like my mother," Aubrey snaps, then frowns, as if remembering something.

"Charleston," Percy says, getting up and shuffling around like an old man. "Set course for Charleston.

"Charleston? What exactly did you find in Atlanta?" Jason says "Charleston" like it holds bad memories.

Aubrey grabs the two backpacks Percy was carrying, coming up with a total of four Georgia Aquarium bags, and sets them down. She and Frank unzip their backpacks (Aubrey selected one) and they start listing off souvenirs they got.

I interrupt, trying to stay calm, "How about you start from the top– of the story, not the backpacks."

We all group together near the helm so Leo can listen, too.

Percy and Frank start to tell the story, with Coach Hedge commenting when needed.

Aubrey still looks really pale, leaning against the side of the ship, but her skin almost turns to a gray-white as Percy explains the glass dome shattering.

Percy pauses, then continues slowly, "Frank turned into a giant goldfish, and I can obviously breathe underwater, so we were pretty well off. Anyway–" Percy tries to continue quickly, but we all catch the fact he didn't tell us what happened to Aubrey.

"What about Aubrey?" Piper asks. She turns to said person, "Did you get trapped, too?"

Aubrey looks like she was caught doing something really, really bad.

"I-I d-don't know what h-happened," Aubrey stutters, chewing the inside of her cheek.

She's lying. She knows exactly what happened.

I turn to Percy.

He gulps. "Uh, well. Aubrey… Aubreycanbreatheunderwatertooyay." He says it so fast I barely catch it.

I spin to look at Aubrey. My anger is probably very evident on my face. Aubrey flinches.

"Who are you?" I demand, "What are you doing here?"

I'm surprised when, after a moment, Aubrey looks up into my eyes with a defiant fire burning behind her fear. "I'm still Aubrey, like I said. And I have absolutely no idea what's going on, so stop judging me and grow up a little."

"Don't talk to her that way," Percy growls.

"We're letting you stay here," Jason adds in, "You're kind of not in a position to tell Annabeth what to do."

Aubrey sighs, rubbing her temples. After a moment, she says, "Look, I don't know what's going on or how I got here or how I could breathe underwater. I've never been more alone in my life, and I have no idea how to get home. Everyone in my life always ends up ditching me, except my family, and now they're gone, and I might never get them back. I'm sorry for the disrespect; I'm kind of in shock."

With that, she turns and walks off, down the steps.

We all simultaneously turn to Zach.

When he notices, he frowns at us. "What?"

"Aren't you going to go after her?" Percy asks.

Zach shakes his head. "She hates me."

I sigh, feeling guilt at interrogating Aubrey. I soften my gaze and tell Zach, "She really can't afford to hate you anymore. Besides, she doesn't seem like she hates you."

Zach glances longingly after her. "I just…"

"Di immortales, Zach! Go!" Percy commands.

Zach looks nervous, but shakily walks over and descends the stairs.

I turn to Percy. "So what happened after that?"

-_-_Zachary Jason Grace_-_-

I GET UN-FRIENDZONED… I THINK

I'm shaking so hard it probably looks like I'm having a seizure. I want to have a seizure right now. Anything so I don't have to go into that room.

I'm staring now at Hazel's door like it's my worst enemy.

I can hear sobs through the door.

Go in.

Don't go in.

Eat a cheeseburger.

Don't eat a cheeseburger.

Life is so complicated.

I knock lightly on the door before I can stop myself.

Then I stare at my own fist in horror like it betrayed me.

The door swings open and Aubrey stands, staring at me.

Her blond ponytail is a mess, curls escaping everywhere. Her sea-green eyes look sad and stormy at the same time. Her face is lightly pink and tears streak down her face, dripping off her chin.

"What do you want, Zach?" she snaps.

Good question. I have no idea.

Am I supposed to comfort her? Will she take it the wrong way? Will she hate me more?

*me banging my head against the wall*… I wish.

"Uh…" I shuffle from foot to foot.

Smooth, Zach, smooth. Part of me thinks.

Shut up! Another part of me snaps back.

Now I'm really insane.

Aubrey rubs her eyes but the tears don't stop.

"I'm such a wimp," she mutters.

I frown. "You're not a wimp."

She turns and sits on Hazel's bed. I follow her in, closing the door with my heart hammering, expecting her to protest.

She doesn't.

She stares me down. "Then what am I? If not a wimp."

Smart, funny, clever, beautiful, talented… perfect.

Wait what?

"Um, not a wimp?" I say, leaning against the wall.

She gives a small laugh. Then her face darkens and her eyes harden, becoming intense.

When she turns her gaze to me, I'm surprised I don't fall to my knees.

My hands start to shake under her gaze so I shove them in my pockets quickly.

But she'd noticed.

"Are you okay, Zach?" she sounds concerned. "Are you cold or something?"

Her eyes search my face and my knees start to shake.

Oh, Lord, please not now. Please, please, please, Zach, keep your cool. I try and command myself.

"Nah," I say, but my voice shakes, so I clear my throat and say, "I'm fine, really."

Aubrey frowns, but says, her voice shaking also, but for a different reason. "Zach…" her tears re-form, "How are we going to get out of here? How are we going to get home? They're bound to find out sometime that we don't belong in this decade. Or the next…" she lets out a sob. "Or the one after that…"

I walk over and sit across from her. I resist wrapping my arms around her. She'd probably slap me if I did that.

"Hey," I comfort, "we'll be okay. We have each other."

Shut up, Zach! That makes it sound like we're together! I yell at myself.

Aubrey just shakes her head. "I wish Lucas was here. Or Hunter."

Every molecule in my body freezes and my muscles tense up. She did not just say that.

Maybe she does know that I like her. Maybe right now she's just punishing me for ditching her by trying to make me jealous.

If that was her plan, then hell, it worked.

I feel like banging my head on a wall again. Why must the world hate me?

Life was so simple in the last few years when I wasn't friends with Aubrey. But it also… wasn't complete.

Jeez, this romance stuff isn't supposed to happen to me until I'm like, sixteen. The gods hate me.

"Hunter?" I spit bitterly.

Aubrey shakes her head. "I don't understand why you don't like each other."

Everyone but you understands that, Aubrey.

Aubrey suddenly starts to cry again and she shakes as the sobs rack through her body almost violently.

This is me: Uhhhhh…

Yeah, my name's not Zach. It's Mr. Clueless, thank you very much.

They should make a handbook: WHAT TO DO WHEN YOUR EX-BEST FRIEND, WHO YOU TURNED ON BECAUSE YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH HER AND SCARED OF YOUR FEELINGS, IS CRYING ABOUT SOMETHING YOU CAN'T FIX NOR REALLY IMPROVE AND YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE AROUND TO COMFORT HER AND YOU WANT TO COMFORT HER BUT DON'T KNOW HOW… HANDBOOK

I would totally buy that handbook. It just has so many uses.

Hug her? Comfort her? Force tears to come to my eyes so we can cry together? Give her ice cream and frozen yogurt and suffer through chick-flicks with her to make her feel better?

This is all flashing through my head in like, ten seconds, before Aubrey suddenly scoots over and throws her arms around me.

I tense up. And I can't make my muscles un-freeze.

She's hugging me. She's hugging me. She's hugging me!

But I can't relax. My body has shut down.

After a moment, her broken voice whispers in my ear, "I don't care if you hate me; I've got no one else right now."

I don't hate you, Aubrey. It's the complete opposite of that.

Now say that out loud, doofus!

But I can't make myself move… or speak.

She smells like lavender and a sea breeze. Her arms are locked around my neck and she's basically sitting on my lap. Her head rests on my shoulder and I feel her body shake with sobs and her tears make my T-shirt wet.

Is it wrong that I'm on cloud nine while Aubrey's obviously upset? Probably. Am I ashamed of that fact? Yes. Do I want her to stop hugging me? No way, never ever.

She pulls herself closer to me and I'm still commanding myself to relax.

Finally, I manage to cautiously wrap my arms around Aubrey and hug her back.

I'm expecting her to yell, shove me away, anything. But she stays right there. I can feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest. Is that because of me? She can probably feel mine going so fast I'm surprised it doesn't explode.

I can feel her muscles, clenched around me as she cries. I can feel her tears on my shirt, soaking it, but I don't care. Not a single bone in my body cares.

I could stay here forever… and ever… and ever…

Aubrey whispers hoarsely in my ear again, sending shivers down my spine that I hope with everything I'm worth she doesn't notice.

"Do you hate me?" she asks.

"No, of course not," my voice comes out soothing and I almost smile. At least that went right.

"Then why…" her breath hitches and she breathes in deeply, "Why did you…"

Because I'm terrified of you. I'm so scared of you it hurts. And because I'm an idiotic wimp.

"I'm sorry," I say. "I was a jerk. And I just…"

I fade off, and she doesn't say anything else, so I don't and she just keeps crying.

I hug her tighter and she doesn't protest. I rest my head on top of hers slowly, in case that's pushing it.

She's still crying.

"I hate being the damsel in distress," she mumbles suddenly, pulling away and sitting back down across from me.

I feel cold without her. It may be cliché, but I don't care.

I wanted it to last forever, but I guess Aubrey's out of tears. It may be cruel, but I want them to come back. Just so I can…

"I wish I could just toughen up a little, jeez," Aubrey scolds herself, fiercely wiping away her tears.

"Aubrey," I say before I can stop myself, "You're the toughest person I know. But you're still human."

"But you're not!"

I stare at her. "Um, I'm pretty sure I'm human."

She laughs a little, but the sound is slightly broken, "I meant that you haven't cried."

"I did cry," I insist, "On the first day, remember? I was crying like a true wuss."

"But not like this," she gestures to her tear-stained face.

If it makes you feel better, Aubrey, you still look hot.

I really need to work on keeping my thoughts under control. On the off chance that Aubrey will suddenly unlock an ability to read minds.

What? Don't look at me like that! It's a possibility!

"Yeah," I say, trying to cheer her up, "It would put me even farther down on the scale of Manliness."

She laughs loudly this time, shaking her head. "You boys and your egos." Aubrey stands up. "Hungry?"

I sigh, getting up. "No, but I'll come with you anyway."

As we head down the hall, Aubrey suddenly says, "Isn't it your birthday?"

"What?" I say, puzzled.

"Well, the date now is probably different, but if we were still back in the right time it would be June 8th."

I frown. "I guess so."

She smirks and punches me on the shoulder. "Happy birthday. You're turning… what, three?"

I laugh. "Fifteen."

We walk into the mess hall and Aubrey takes out a plate. After a moment, a cake appears.

It's small and pink and written in purple, it says, Happy 5th B-day Zachy!

I look at Aubrey with an expression that says: seriously? And she laughs.

"Oops," she smirks.

"Got any spare candles?" Aubrey asks.

I pretend to check my pockets. "I'm all out."

She turns the cake to me. "Blow out your fake candles."

I pretend to blow out candles and we both break out laughing again.

After eating the entire cake, laughing our faces off and basically having an awesome time, Aubrey gets up and announces she's going to bed.

"Night," I say, before I walk into Percy's room.

The light is off and Percy is sprawled on the bed, snoring. I snicker.

Laying down fully dressed, I try and go to sleep, but it just doesn't come to me.

After laying there for who knows how long, I must have finally drifted off.

~~~Aubrey Sally Jackson~~~

I MEET A LOVE GODDESS AND LEARN A FEW… NEW THINGS

Zach disappears into Percy's room, and my fears from before and during my stupid breakdown return.

Percy and Frank almost found out. Oh, gods, I'm going to die.

First off, on my own, I can barely handle the fact that I can breathe underwater. And now Percy and Frank and everyone knows.

Yep, I'm so dead.

I stalk back into Hazel's room and slump on my sleeping bag.

I take out my ponytail holder and my hair is suddenly everywhere. I growl and put it back up.

I cross my legs and gaze at the ceiling, wondering.

A knock on the door startles me from my thoughts.

Hazel enters, pulling Frank behind her.

Hazel looks conflicted. A cross between angry and confused.

"Um, hi," I greet them.

Hazel's expression softens, noticing my probably crappy-looking face. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I guess," I reply.

Hazel bites her lip nervously, glancing at Frank.

"Uh, Aubrey, I think we have to… you know… tell Frank."

For a brief moment I have no clue what she's talking about. Then I remember Hebe, my new bane-of-my-existence.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Frank says. "Tell me what?"

I gulp. "Uh…"

Frank turns to Hazel. "Hazel?"

Hazel sighs. "Look, don't blow up about this, I promised Aubrey I wouldn't tell anyone but you."

"Tell. Me. What." Frank repeats.

My eyes bore into his. Then I say, "I'm from the future. My name is Aubrey Jackson and my parents are Percy and Annabeth Jackson."

Frank stares at me for a second, then glances at Hazel. "Ha-ha," he says cautiously, like he's waiting for us to go: Just kidding! You should've seen your face! "Very funny."

Hazel and I don't laugh. We just stare.

Frank turns to me. "So… let me get this straight. You're claiming that Percy and Annabeth are your parents?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Then what about Zach?"

"He's Zachary Grace, son of Jason and Piper Grace."

Frank rubs his temples. "This explains so much."

Hazel gives a tense little laugh. "I know, right."

Frank leans against the wall and just stares at me. And stares. And stares.

"Um, so, you're not going to freak out?" I ask him.

Frank shrugs. "I guess not. I mean, it's not like you're my kid. That would make me freak out."

At the moment, I'm so glad Hunter's not here.

"You're not even freaking out a little?" I ask, still a little surprised.

"I have a headache, but no, not really," Frank replies. After a moment, he grins, "I would pay to see Percy's expression if he found out. Can we tell him?" he finishes excitedly.

"No!" I yelp. "No way."

Frank frowns. "So we just–" he glances at Hazel, "–keep this a secret. From everyone? There are too many hints. They're bound to figure out sometime, Aubrey."

"Then let them figure it out on their own. It'll buy us some time."

Frank looks at Hazel. "And you agreed to this?"

Hazel looks uncomfortable. "You said it yourself. Percy and Annabeth would freak. As would Piper and Jason."

Frank looks conflicted. "I guess…"

Hazel gives Frank a peck on the cheek. "Thanks, Frank. See you tomorrow."

Frank blushes, but he turns to go with a "G'night."

Hazel turns out the light and I eventually fade off to sleep.

I woke up and Hazel was walking out of the bathroom.

"Morning," I greet her.

"Hey," she says, half-heartedly.

I sit up, saying, "I'm sorry that you have to keep it from the rest of the crew, but, you know, it's just–"

"No, no, it's okay," Hazel interrupts. "I understand."

I smile. "You're the best."

Eventually, after I'm dressed in Georgia Aquarium gear, fed, and equipped with brushed teeth and a backpack filled with candy, a stuffed whale, and other necessaries, I stumble on deck.

Leo, Frank, Zach, and Jason, as Piper explains, have already left for a museum or something.

I'm going for a "girl's day out" with Hazel, Piper, and Annabeth.

Once Percy and Annabeth are done talking, Annabeth turns to us.

"Okay, ladies. Let's find the Battery," she says, "but first…" she turns to me. "You need a weapon."

A half-hour later, I have a sword called Anadromi or αναδρομή, which is, according to Annabeth, "Flashback" in Ancient Greek. I'm not sure if the name is just the Fates teasing me or something, but I like the sword.

Don't ask me why they have a bunch of weapons stocked in their ship. My assumption is: well, they're demigods.

The sword is long, like two to three feet, but it feels perfect in my hand. The sheath hangs from my belt and the weapon makes me feel powerful. It almost feels natural.

And in a way, I'm used to the feeling of a sword in my hand. My dad taught me how to use a sword, though I never thought I'd need the skill. I'm pretty good, if I do say so myself.

We walk around Charleston, then head to a park called White Point Gardens.

The view of the Charleston Harbor was beautiful, and the park wasn't crowded.

We walk past big mansions with gorgeous front gardens for each one.

"Kind of reminds me of New Rome," Hazel says, a little wistfully, "All the big mansions and the gardens. The columns and arches."

Other than that, nothing much was said. Piper is tense, as if ready for attack, Hazel looks preoccupied, and Annabeth looks lost in thought and ready for attack.

Piper suddenly grabs Annabeth's arm. "There."

She points out at a shimmering white figure floating on the water. It was glowing, and moving slowly toward us. It almost seemed to be a figure of a woman.

"The ghost," Annabeth says.

"That's not a ghost," Hazel says. "No kind of spirit glows that brightly."

Piper, as if in a trance, starts to walk across the street, nearly getting run over by a horse-drawn carriage.

"Piper!" Annabeth calls.

"We'd better follow her," Hazel suggests.

We run to catch up. When we reach Piper, the ghost-thing is only a few feet away.

Piper was glaring at it like it offended her. "It is her," she grumbles.

"Uh, who?" I ask.

The ghost floats over the seawall, pausing in front of us, and the glow fades.

I gasp aloud. It's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. She's dressed like a Southern belle, but other than that she's hard to describe, with her features constantly changing, each more beautiful than the next. I'm instantly jealous.

But the jealousy… almost doesn't feel real. Like the woman's making me feel jealous, as in forcefully. But that's ridiculous. Though I'm not sure I have good judgment on what's real and what's not real anymore.

"Aphrodite," Annabeth says.

"Venus?" Hazel gasps with admiration.

"Mom," Piper's voice is monotone, without any interest.

"Girls!" the woman (goddess?) spreads her arms as if asking for a hug.

We don't give her a hug.

"I'm so glad you're here. War is coming. Bloodshed is inevitable. So there's really only one thing to do."

"Uh... and that is?" Annabeth questions.

"Why," the goddess says, "have tea and chat, obviously. Come with me!"

We soon found ourselves in a white gazebo on a nicely set table with scones, cookies, and muffins. Oh yeah, there was tea, too, but mostly food.

I plop down and pile my plate with food, ignoring Aphrodite's look of disgust. Whatever. I can eat how I want to eat, lady. Jeez.

"And you, Aubrey!"

My head snaps up at the sound of my name and I realize that she's been taking to the others while I've been pigging out.

"What?" I mumble.

The goddess smiles, sending a cold feeling down my spine. Uh-oh.

"Your love story is my favorite, I think, besides Annabeth and Percy's, of course! Ah, the classic boy-has-a-crush-on-you-and-you-don't-know-it! Those are my favorite!"

My forehead creases in confusion. What the heck is she talking about? I speak my thoughts:

"What the heck are you talking about?"

The love goddess laughs, daintily taking a sip of her tea. "Our little friend Zach is in love with you, Aubrey."

I snort in a very un-ladylike fashion, earning a frown from Aphrodite, before I say, "Please. Don't give me that crap. Zach does not like me that way. Right, guys?"

I look to my companions for support. Annabeth stares at her plate. Piper is biting her lip, looking anywhere but at me. Hazel is staring at the ceiling.

"Guys?" I ask again.

The goddess laughs again. "This is why your love story is so… dramatic! Beautiful! Zach is head-over-heals for you, and you can't see."

I feel my cheeks heat up in anger. "Stop lying to me! Zach and I were friends, okay? And then, because he doesn't like me, he made new friends. If he'd had a crush on me, we'd still be friends."

Aphrodite squeals. "No, no! The reason he left you I because he was so in love! Yay! I love this!"

I want to strangle the woman.

I grit my teeth. "How do I say this in a way you can understand, lady? Zach… doesn't… like… me… that… way!" I say it slowly.

Taking another sip out of her china teacup, the goddess exclaims, "Oooh, this just gets better and better."

"My life isn't a love story. I don't have a crush on anyone and Zach and I are just friends!" I grip my silver fork so hard knuckles are white.

She turns to look at my friends. "She's in denial."

"No, I'm not!" I snap.

But it all fits.

Why Zach blushes when he's around me. Why he seems uncomfortable.

I still have one last weapon on my side, though.

"If Zach was so in love with me, then why didn't he just–you know–tell me?"

Aphrodite smiles. "That would be beautiful, wouldn't it? Sadly, it seems I have blessed Zach a little too much and he is so in love and trying so hard to deny that fact that he doesn't have the guts to ask you nor the strength to be around you and not be with you. The poor hero is stuck."

"You. Are. Lying." I accuse.

Something in me tells me it's true, though.

"I am not," the love goddess smiles sympathetically. "If you want, I can bless you, too, so you can fall in love with him."

"Don't touch me!" I snap. "Stay out of my life!"

"Oh I do. But your love life is technically fair game, for me."

"Stop it! Stop trying to force me to be with Zach! He hates me!"

"That's not what he said last night, was it?" the goddess remains calm.

I feel the blush rise to my cheeks. Why is this… goddess… trying to do this to me?

I stand up so quickly that my chair is thrown backwards and I storm off.

Annabeth starts to get up, but Hazel pulls her back down saying, "Let her be for a few minutes."

Thank the gods for Hazel.

I go and sit against a tree where I can still see the gazebo, but can't hear anything they're saying.

I'm not sure how long I sit there, fuming, with thoughts like:

I hate Zach. I'm going to kill him. What would be the most painful way? Maybe hitting him with Coach Hedge's baseball bat a few dozen times and then ordering Leo to set him on fire after tying him to a bed of nails.

I'm still thinking up painful ways of getting back at Zach for this… insult, when Annabeth, Hazel, and Piper take off sprinting towards me.

"Aubrey! Come on! We have to go!"

I jump up, spotting these giant eagles and a… flying chariot? I don't know if I'll ever get used to this magic stuff.

I race after my companions. Running back frantically through Charleston, I watch the giant eagles overhead. Are they hunting us?

We make it halfway across the dock when three of the giant eagles descend in front of us, blocking us from the Argo II.

A skinny dude with ugly yellow hair shrieks from atop the middle one, "Surrender to Rome!"

No thanks, scarecrow. I'm not in the mood.

srry for the cliffy! though if you've read Mark of Athena u know what happens

anyway ppl! i have a very important question!

SHOULD ZACH AND AUBREY FALL INTO TARTARUS WITH PERCABETH?

review what u think. just Aubrey? just Zach? I must know!

btw i also need a couple name for ZachxAubrey, even tho they're not technically a couple yet. anybody?