Me: I have to say this first.

TerriM as soon as I got half-way into your story idea, I burst out laughing. I love the idea and will have to put that in here somewhere, even if it is a bonus chapter at the end. Althought, it may end up fluffy.

Recently I have been getting a lot of reviews (not just on this story) saying that people either don't like Percabeth, think it is boring after reading about it so much, or just want to see Percy and Annabeth with someone else.

So I thought 'Why not destory Percabeth through a total twist no one saw coming?'

And this was born. Heavy AU. You guys guesses were interesting, but I stuck with this.

This is: Keeping A Secret

I don't own anyone in the PJO universe.

Percy, Annabeth

Summary preview: Secrets are deadly...

The first time I met the girl with blonde princess curls, I was five. She was standing all alone in a sand box, drawing something in the ground.

I walked over, and looked down. I saw that it was actually a huge dog with three heads.

"What are you drawing?" I asked, a bit freaked out.

She looked at my shoes, back at the picture, then back at the shoes and shrugged.

"My dreams. I tend to see him a lot. He likes big rubber balls." she told me, her voice matter-of-fact.

I stared back at her like she was crazy, and walked off.

The second time I saw her, I got my first look at those deep swirling green eyes.

We were twelve and at Camp Half-Blood. I had left my home two years after meeting her, so after five years, I obviously knew how Camp worked and that my mother was Athena, the goddess of Wisdom.

Annabeth looked a bit frightened, and I heard that she had just seen her mother die from being smushed by the Minotaur.

I felt a bit sorry for her, and seeing her face pale suddenly I ran over to her and got there just to see her faint.

I stood over her, frowning. "You think she's the one?" I asked, nudging her with my foot, refering to the Great Prophecy.

Chiron somewhat-glared at me. "Silence Percy. She's still conscious."

He motioned for me to pick her up, and I did so recluently.

"What about Grover?" I asked, nodding towards the unconscious satyr. Chiron sighed.

"Can someone please bring Grover with us?" he called out.

A satyr I knew was named Fred walked out, picked up his fallen kin, and followed behind us as we took the girl with princess curls to the infirmary.

I was put on new-girl duty. For the next day I was forced to stay inside with her, making sure she wasn't bothered and was fed ambrosia to keep her strength up.

She regained conscious once, and during that time I asked (while smirking, because she had ambrosia all over her chin), "What is going to happen on the summer solstice?"

Because if she really was the one then surely she understood what had eveyone at camp freaking out over?

But she just looked confused and tired. I gave a quick glance around and leaned down to hiss "What is going on? What was stolen? We only have a few weeks!"

She looked desperately confused. "I'm sorry, I don't..." she trailed off as someone knocked on the door and I shoved pudding in her mouth.

I was with Chiron and Mr. D watching them play pinochle when I heard Grover walk up behind us and say, "That's Mr. D. He's the camp director. Be polite. The guy, that's Percy Jackson. He's just a camper, but he's been here longer then just about anybody. And you already know Chiron..." Grover trailed off.

I looked up at my name and studied the girl in front of me. She looked like a California girl, through and through. Her blonde princess curls, a surfer's tan, and those sea green eyes completed the look.

I thought about my own stormy gray eyes I would see if I looked in the mirror and wondered what she was thinking about me.

"Mr. Brunner!" she cried out suddenly, and I had to hold back a snort. What the Hades was Chiron thinking?

But Chiron turned and smiled at her. "Ah, good, Annabeth. Now we have four for pinochle." he offered her a chair that she took slowly.

Chiron gave Mr. D a pointed looked and he sighed, irritated.

"Oh, I suppose I must say it. Welcome to Camp-Half Blood. There. Now, don't expect me to be glad about to see you."

I had a feeling that the girl- Annabeth apparently- had just understood the reason behind Dionysus' blood shot eyes.

"Um, thanks." she said a little hesitately.

"Percy?" Chiron asked.

I looked back at him, and walked over. Chiron waved in my general direction as he said, "This young man nursed you back to health, Annabeth. Percy, my boy, why don't you go check on Annabeth's bunk? We'll be putting her in cabin eleven for now."

"Sure." I said, looking over Annabeth.

Looking over her again, I noticed that she had to be about my age, a few inches taller, but a lot less athletic looking. And, yeah, a stereotypical California girl.

I looked down at the Minotaur horn in her hands, then back at her, my mind whirling.

I smirked and said "You drool when you sleep."

Then I ran off towards the Hermes' cabin.

I was reading a book in Greek when Annabeth and Chiron finally got to cabin eleven.

From the look on Annabeth's face, I knew that she had just been briefed on how the gods worked.

"Percy, I have masters' archery class at noon. Would you take Annabeth from here?" Chiron asked.

I closed my book and nodded. "Yes, sir."

Chiron gestured to the cabin in front of us.

"Cabin Eleven. Make yourself at home."

Annabeth peered inside and a sort of panicked looked crossed her face as she saw how packed it was.

"Good luck, Annabeth. I'll see you at dinner." and with that he galloped off to the archery range.

Annabeth was frowning now as the cabin looked her over with a critical gaze.

"Well?" I asked bored. "Go on."

And when she tripped walking inside, I wasn't the only one who snickered.

"Annabeth Chase, meet cabin eleven." I announced scanning the room for someone I knew.

"Regular or undeterminded?" Travis called out.

There. In the back on their bunk beds, were the Stoll brothers. Ironic last name, but whatever.

I frowned with sympathy. "Undeterminded."

Everyone groaned.

And then Luke came forward. "Now, now campers. That's what we're here for. Welcome, Annabeth. You can have that spot on the floor, right over there."

I gave him a nod of acknologment. "That's Luke. He's your counselor for now." I told Annabeth, a bit of amusement lacing my tone. I saw her looking at me curiously and I hardened my tone.

"For now?" she asked.

"You're undeterminded." Luke explained, while I saw a suddenly thief gleam come into a few of the determinded children of Hermes.

I was running through possible suspects if Annabeth's Minotaur horn was suddenly missing when I heard everyone laugh.

Feeling slightly out of the loop, I said "Come on, I'll show you the volleyball court."

"But I've already seen it."

"Come on." I demanded ignored her annoyed look and took her by the arm, leading her out. I could still hear the kids of cabin eleven laughing.

"Chase, you are going to have to do better than that." I told her, refering to the fail of an enterance she made.

"What?"

I rolled my eyes and mumbled "I can't believe I thought you were the one."

"What is your problem?" Annabeth demanded, her anger showing. "All I know is that I killed some bull guy-"

"Don't talk like that!" I snapped. What was this girl, dense? Did she not see all the training rooms we had preparing for something like that?

"You know how many kids at this camp with they'd had your chance?"

"To get killed?" she asked in comtempt.

I glared. "To fight the Minotaur! What do you think we train for?"

Annabeth was shaking her head now, disbelif plain on her face.

Gods she was irritating.

"Look, if you are so smart, then you should know that the Minotaur died way back in the B.C. era. And all I know is that this camp is for the mentally disturbed."

"Gods, you are dense. Look, I don't have the patience to deal with a newbie today. Go and find Luke, or better yet, Clarisse. You would love her." I snapped, irritated at the pure lack of trying, spun on my heel, and stormed away.

And when Annabeth Chase just so happened to be a daughter of Poseidon, the uneasy feeling I had around her finally made sence. Athena and Poseidon don't mix. And I planned to make sure that they never did.

Besides, her entire exsistance must have meant Poseidon had been keeping a secret. It was only a matter of time before her mother had gotten killed. After all, secrets this big between gods, never stay secrets for long.

me: Ha, how many saw that coming? Be truthful. I honestly don't think that there was anything about Annabeth being a daughter of Poseidon and Percy being a son of Athena on Fanfiction before this drabble.

I am feeling proud. But seriously, if you have seen this idea before, please tell me! I would hate to steal the credit for something that someone else has already established as their idea.

The previous title fiasco taught me this.

If you think Annabeth and Percy are OOC, well their personalities mostly come from who their parents are right? Percy is stubborn and untamable like the sea, while Annabeth is a know-it-all like her mother, the goddess of Wisdom. But I couldn't bring myself to make Percy blonde and Annabeth have black hair. It would be like ruining something famous.

Anyway they were meant to be at least slightly OOC.

You might be wondering whether I will continue this fic in later chapters seeing how I only did the beginning of LT.

You would be wondering for a very good cause. I believe that I will, (just not in the next chapter) because I honestly adore this storyline and never understood why no one else had explored this route of possiblities.

Next Chapter: Tower

Yes! I love what I wrote for that chapter too!

:D

Reviews, reviews, reviews, my dears.

~ Anna/ Booklover98