Me: You failed the whole 'Let's get 350 reviews!' But you did review, so thank you guys. :)

Listened to a music video earlier when I was putting finishing touches on this for the first time, and I heard it mention 'Cult' in the very beginning before the band started mocking it... I was kind of offended since I had three out of four things it described...

Anyways.

Was re-reading TLT and saw the sentence "Behind me Nancy Bobofit mumbled to a friend 'Like we're going to use this in real life. Like it's going to say on our job applications, 'Please explain why Kronos ate his kids' ' "

A little inspiration, and tada. We have Obsession.

This is: Obsession.

Nancy, Annabeth

Summary preview: Don't you just hate it when your past comes back to haunt you?

I flipped the stray piece of hair out of my eyes as I prepared myself to walk into the interview room.

The past two months had been horrible, as I had unfortunately had way too much student loan to pay off to be able to eat every day and actually have a house for that matter.

But I finally had gotten past stage one of the tour guide application, and now all I had to do was meet the owner, fill out one more application, and hopefully I could get this job.

Really hopefully considering I had spent the last of my money on a hotel last night so I could shower and do laundry for this meeting.

A tall-ish guy around twenty-three walked out of the owner's office (with some secretary chick watching him with a look that hinted at obsession), and for a moment my mind went into total I know this guy mode.

But I didn't, not really. The guy had messy ink black hair, and bright vivid green eyes. He was tan to top it off, and it actually looked natural, not the orange-tinged tan of many of the New York-ers tried to pull off.

Still, my gaze lingered on him, until he rounded the corner and left the building. The secretary girl walked towards me and said, "Ms. Annabeth Chase will meet with you now." before heading back to a desk.

I took a deep breath, and slowly walked into the interview room, carefully scanning the room for anything breakable in case my klutz reputation made a come-back.

When I saw that it was safe to sit down, I quickly took a seat across from a girl with long-ish blond hair, gray eyes, and a form that could only have came if she was athletic. Strange that she would own a Greek history museum.

The woman- Annabeth- gave me a puzzled look as she glanced up from my first application forms.

"Do I know you?" she asked, a frown of concentration on her face.

I shook my head, certain. "No."

She frowned for a few more seconds before shaking her head. "Okay. Sorry, it's just that I could have sworn I've heard your name before..." she shook her head again before giving me a strained smile.

"I really only wanted to meet with you in person to make sure that you were who you say you are, and that I have a tour guide uniform that fits you. Just fill out this application while you're here, and if you have any question don't be afraid to ask me." Annabeth told me, set down an application form down in front of me, and was about to say something when her phone rang.

"Annabeth Chase speaking." she answered while I zoned out, quickly filling out the form.

It just so happened that while her voice raised as she said "Percy Jackson, you were just here you idiot. I swear if you are coming back-" I read the question in the necessary information to know, Please explain why Kronos ate his children.

My mind linked the question with the name I hadn't heard in at least eleven years, and I remembered my sixth grade Latin teacher asking us how we could use the information of why Kronos' children ate in real life.

And then how I ended up in the fountain, soaking wet after an argument with Percy Jackson.

I put the image of a scrawny, pale, stubborn kid with weird hair and a freaky friend Grover, with the image of the guy that had recently left here.

I dropped my pen in shock and completely didn't notice the way Annabeth's face tightened when she glanced down at it.

Then I sighed and bent down to retrieve it when the down was flung open, the guy I assumed was Percy Jackson came in closely followed by another guy around the age of twenty with curly brown hair, picked up the pen, put the cap back on, and winked at Annabeth.

"And you thought I couldn't run and talk to you at the same time." he told her with a teasing tone to his voice, when the guy that came in with him spoke up.

"Nancy Bobofit?" he asked, and Percy's gaze shot over to me.

Annabeth was scowling. "Yes. She's trying to get a job, if you don't mind. Get out."

Percy completely ignored her, and his gaze turned questioningly.

"Seriously, Grover?"

Oh great. A freaking karma rub in of just how successful the losers of Yancy Academy turned out while I slept in my cars most nights.

God, I hate karma.

"Yes! Now get out before I forbid you from coming back." Annabeth cut in, her voice indication just how severely irritated she was.

Percy blinked, tucked the pen away behind his ear, for he had no pockets, and smiled softly at Annabeth.

"Got it. Come on, Grover." he hesitated at the door before adding, "It was nice to see you again, Nancy."

And then they were gone, Annabeth was rubbing her head, and I was staring at the still unanswered question Please explain why Kronos' ate his children, with no writing utensil to answer it with.

Perfect.

Me: Weird. I know. Thoughts?

Next Chapter: Mischief Managed

Not written, but it won't take that long until it is finished. I have a solid idea. :)

~ Anna/ Booklover98