Guys I promise I didn't forget about you! Saturday was my debut so I was so busy! But now, it's 3am and I'm finally free to post so, here I am! I promised you guys a chapter every other week and I will give you a chapter. So... There's not much I can really say after that so let's just get to the reviews, shall we?

Heyitsthecats: Thanks! Everyone said my debut was the best they'd been to so I'd say it was a success. I'm going to the University of St. Thomas. :)

PR3DAT0RS: I get that but remember, they're planning for temporary fixes with a full supply of water so... And, animals are coming soon.

I Need To Change My Name: Percy and his mom are so adorable.

redconverse23 (Guest): I am! be sure to check out my Chuck story: Chuck Versus Hollywood.

bun (Guest): If you think about it, Annabeth could be considered a snob in Percy's eyes by not caring for others' belongings and thinking her own plans and ideas are best.

Beeimahalfblood: You'll just have to wait and see!

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Percy Jackson and the Olympians... Obviously since I am in no way, shape, or form RicK Riordan.

Annabeth watched Percy as he sat like a lost child in the sand and caressed the spot beside him. By this point, she had no idea what to think about him. There were times where he was a genuinely nice guy and others where he was a complete jerk. Annabeth didn't know what to do. She figured that they'd go on ignoring each other until they stopped for the night. She knew right away that they wouldn't make it around the entire island before sun down and it wouldn't be wise to continue on at night since there would be only light from the moon and Annabeth wanted to be able to see her surroundings.

While Percy wallowed in his own thoughts by the shore, Annabeth went through all the supplies she had in her bag. Knowing that they would be out for most of the day, and probably overnight, Annabeth found a bigger bag to carry two blankets and small pillows. However, that was all she could fit inside so there wasn't much else except for two boxes of raisins and two bags of peanuts. Percy had their water in his shorts.

The blonde heiress looked out at the ocean. She wondered whether someone had sent a search team for them. It was obvious that they have search teams sent to find the plane and possible bodies. She also wondered if anyone else survived and if she would've been better off trying to squeeze onto a life-boat with all the other passengers. The chaos on the plane was nothing like she'd ever seen before. They say in the video to stay seated and follow directions given before take off but what went on during the actual flight was anything but calm. At least she knew that she was alive. And, she wasn't alone, albeit the person she was with was ignorant and stereotypical in judging people because of their social class. Her eyes shifted to the said black-haired marine biologist, still curled up by the shore.

Walking up to him, Annabeth tapped his shoulder. Percy rubbed his face into his shirt and looked up at her. His eyes and nose were red and since she doubted he would be having allergies, she figured he had been crying. "Ready to keep going?" she asked, choosing not to ask him anything about it. He nodded silently and stood up, dusting the sand off his shorts. Still mad at him, though not as much as before, Annabeth wordlessly walked away from him and continued trekking down the length of the beach. She could feel him sulking behind her and Annabeth couldn't help but feel bad for him. He didn't ask to be on an island either. But, then again, he didn't have to act like a total jerk to her. So, she just decided to let him figure out his own solution.

The two survivors continued walking in a tense silence for hours until the sun began to go down. Annabeth stopped and took in their surroundings. "We should stop for the night," she said, slinging her bag off her shoulder. "We don't know how much longer we have to watch and we don't know what to expect at night. We'll build a camp here and wait for the morning." Percy wordlessly nodded and took a seat in the sand. "Hey," Annabeth said, pulling him back up. "I need you to find some rocks. I'll go look for some firewood." Percy stared at her but eventually backed down and followed her orders.

When they finally regrouped, night had fallen and they only had the light from the moon to help them see what they were doing. Annabeth built a fire pit and, recalling her training in the Girl Scouts, started a fire. It wasn't small but it wasn't large. Just enough for the two of them to feel its warmth and see each other. Reaching into her bag, Annabeth took out the blankets and pillows and handed a set to Percy. Annabeth watched as he set it off to the side and just sat in the sand, staring and poking at the fire. Annabeth sighed and took a seat next to him.

"I'm sorry," Percy croaked, breaking the silence. Annabeth kept her gaze toward the fire steady. "What I said back there. It was out of line and I'm sorry. You've proven that you're much more capable than most heiresses in this particular situation." He chuckled softly. "You're much more capable than anyone in this particular situation."

There was a pause before Annabeth spoke up. "So, why did you say it?" she asked. Another pause.

"To be honest," he began. "I don't know. I guess it was a force of habit if anything else." Annabeth looked at him incredulously.

So he really was a jerk, she thought. Before she could solidify that thought, however, he continued talking.

"I've had plenty of experiences with the wealthy and all of them seemed to be exactly the same. Stuck up, snooty, and pretentious." Annabeth couldn't argue with him there. "It's kind of a defense mechanism if anything." The blonde's face morphed slowly into one of confusion. Percy, finally looking at her, heard her unasked question. He sighed. "I didn't grow up in the nicest neighborhood with the nicest family. Don't get me wrong, I love my mom. I'd do anything for her. But, my stepdad… He's an entire species of his own. He was cruel and selfish and disgusting." He noticed the look on her face. "Before you start judging my mom, Gabe used to be a nice guy but the moment they got married, things went south. Anyways, I had to fight my way through school since I was diagnosed with ADHD and Dyslexia. I barely made it into NYU and was stepped on every step of the way. I've had to learn how to be quick on my feet to keep people off my back and I just… I don't know."

Annabeth nodded in understanding. She had ADHD and Dyslexia and struggled with school too but with her wealth, her parents hired a tutor and everything was a breeze from there. Percy didn't have that luxury. He had to figure out how to control his dyslexia and his ADHD on his own. Which also must've had a hand in his earlier outburst. "It's fine," Annabeth said after a while. "I get it. But, you have to understand that I'm not like all those other heiresses. My parents made sure of that."

Percy looked at her for a long time. "I know that now." She smiled at him and he returned it.

The two of them sat together on the beach until Annabeth began to get drowsy and settled into her makeshift bedroll.

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Percy watched as Annabeth settled into bed and drifted off to sleep. She looked so peaceful and not all serious as she normally was when it came to their survival. He had misjudged her big time when he thought she'd be his worst nightmare. Actually, she was his worst nightmare, but in a different way than one would expect. In a lot of ways, she was also his best dream. He never expected someone to be so prepared and ready for a situation as bizarre as theirs was. The creases in her forehead and nose relaxed and Percy could really see her beauty. Not that he didn't notice it before, he just never had a chance to really appreciate it because she was always nagging or ordering him around. Her features softened and she actually began to glow - of course the light from the fire was a factor in that as well. Percy figured that he could've had worse luck and decided to make the rest of their stay on the island easier on her. It couldn't have been easy to have to make sure that you and another person had to survive on an island, especially if that other person were making it difficult, and if Percy was being honest with himself, he'd have to admit that he was, in fact, making it hard on her. Taking another look at the blonde, enigmatic heiress asleep on her bedroll, Percy hardened his resolved and climbed into his own bedroll - which Annabeth packed - and nodded off to sleep.

The blinding light of the sun woke Percy and for a second, he wondered where he was. Before he registered the sound of waves and remembered that he and Annabeth slept on the beach. Speaking of the blonde, Percy sat up and realized that she wasn't asleep and her bedroll was gone, probably packed up in her bag which was sitting in her place. But she was nowhere to found. Their fire had long died out and he stood up, dusting his pants to remove the sand that had found its way into the creases.

"You're awake," a voice said behind him. He spun on his heels and saw Annabeth sauntering toward him.

"Uh, yeah," he responded stupidly. "I, uh, just woke up." Annabeth nodded. "You?"

"I woke up at sunrise," she said, shrugging. "I did a little scouting. We're actually not too far from where we started." Percy's eyebrow rose in question. "It's like a thirty minute walk. Or at least it felt like that." She walked up close to him and dusted off his shoulder. When she took a step back, Percy cleared his throat.

"Uh, thanks," he said. Why couldn't he hold an actual conversation with this woman? "Maybe we should head back." Annabeth nodded.

"That's a good idea." Together, they packed up his bedroll and walked back to the plane, side by side, stringing the rope to mark their path. By the time they got there, changed their clothes, and ate, Annabeth had formulated an agenda for the day. "We'll need to find a way to get people to find us because there's no way we can contact anyone and tell them we're here."

"How would they even know we're here?" Percy asked.

"By now, news of the crash would have certainly made its way around the media track and files on the passengers and the plane would have been dug up. If they found bodies, and got a count, they'd come up with a head count and find that at least two of the passengers are missing. Once all the found bodies have been ID'd then they'd know that we're missing and send out search parties," she explained to him.

Percy stared at her in shock. "You really thought this through."

"Of course I did," she replied. She gave him a look and Percy just nodded.

"Right, well, how are we going to get the searcher's attention?"

"S.O.S."

"Really?"

"Yeah. We can gather materials and build a giant S.O.S. on the beach where it's in plain sight."

"Well, what about at night?" Annabeth went silent for a moment and Percy watched as he could literally see the gears turning in her head.

"We could build a giant bon fire. Let it burn throughout the night." Percy agreed and together, they set off to find what they would need in order to build their sign.

They'd gathered a giant pile of twigs, sticks, logs, and rocks. and began to build. They decided to make it as big as they could so they began near the tree line and worked their way down to the edge of the dry sand. By the time Annabeth called noon, they had finished the "S" and were halfway through the "O." The two of them sat together and just stared out at the ocean, taking a short break. Percy figured that they'd be done by nightfall and just took the time to relax. Annabeth was a hard worker and had carried her weight through and through. Not once did she complain about anything and did her job meticulously and methodically. Things between them have been easier now that the two of them were more friendly between the two of them. A part of him, however, wondered what it would be like once they returned to the real world. If they ever did return to the real world. Would Annabeth return to her life while he returned to his? Would they ever see each other after this? Would they even be friends after this?

He watched her as she sipped her water bottle and found that he she looked even more beautiful than she did the night before. Her hair may have been untamed and her face and clothes caked with dirt, dust, and mud, but her eyes shined and her hair glowed in the sunlight and Percy would've preferred this over her hair and face covered in makeup and hair product. She capped her bottle and looked over at him, a puzzled expression on her features. "What?" she asked. Percy snapped back to reality.

"Huh?"

"Why are you smiling?" For the first time, Percy realized he had been smiling. Slowly letting it melt off his face, Percy looked away and cleared his throat and his hand flew to the back of his neck the way it always did when he got nervous or anxious or embarrassed.

"Uhh… no reason."

"Uh-huh. Sure. Whatever. Don't tell me." Afraid that he had done something to offend her again, he looked over at her but found the ghost of a smile playing on her lips, which was a tell that she was just teasing.

"I just…" he trailed. "I was just thinking."

"About what?"

You, he almost said. Thankfully, his brain to mouth filter had turned on and he replied. "Nothing in particular. Just, you know, the obvious. Us on the island for who knows how long."

"Hmm."

"I mean, it hasn't been so bad so far."

"That's 'cause we haven't run out of food yet," Annabeth commented.

Percy actually laughed. "Yeah, I guess." Annabeth looked down and then back out to the ocean, pulling at her fingers.

"Percy, what if we never get rescued?" she asked, her voice wavering slightly. "What if we're stuck on this island for the rest of our lives?" Percy's eyes widened. This was the first time he'd ever seen Annabeth doubt anything. She'd always been so proud. So sure of herself. So sure of their survival until they were rescued.

"Uh…"

"I mean, all of the things that I've done so far have been for temporary measures. I never actually thought about this being a permanent thing."

"And what's changed your mind?"

"I don't know…" She looked at him and Percy could see the doubt swirling in her grey orbs. "It's been four days. Surely the news reports would have known about the crash and that would've meant a search party would have been sent for the plane. Once the plane was found, they'd look for survivors or bodies and with a head count, they'd know that we're missing. Then, search parties would be sent for us and we'd get out of here."

Percy could see that she was on the verge of hyperventilating so he placed a hand on her back and rubbed it gently. "Hey, its okay," he placated. "We're gonna get out of here. Don't worry." Annabeth calmed down slightly and looked at him, nodding.

"You're probably right. We'll get out of here alive. And, we have each other. It's not like we'll be having conversations with a volleyball or something." Percy chuckled.

"Ehh… I guess I if I were forced to be on an island stranded with one other person, it would have to be you."

Annabeth raised an eyebrow. "It hasn't been all that bad, has it."

"No, not really… but, you know, if it were totally up to me, we wouldn't be on this island in the first place."

"No," she agreed. "Definitely not."

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