Hey, hey! Wassup guys? I've been in college. I started a summer program to give me a head start (and possibly a scholarship) for the fall semester. I'm so excited to see where this goes. Also, I got my AP scores and guess what? I got a 5 on AP Psychology! A little bummed I got a 3 in AP Literature (for those of you who read You're Gone and I'm Unbroken and read my Author's Notes there, you know about my experience with that class) but, whatever, I won the Creative Writing scholarship from Gulf Coast so... ;) Anyways, I have for you, ANOTHER CHAPTER! I hope you'll enjoy this one. I know that a lot of you were asking for more action, so here's more action! I told you guys that I take your suggestions to heart and I really do. So, without further ado, Let me answer some reviews and move on!

A Faulty Spell Casting Demigod: Good. I was getting worried that I was either moving too fast or too slow. I'm glad you're enjoying the banter and whatnot between Percy and Annabeth. And yeah, I liked Castaway. It was the perfect movie for me to show how dependent we are on social contact. Definitely helped with AP Psychology.

ApTeryyx: The cliches were one of the reasons I started writing on FanFiction. I got tired of reading the same thing over and over after I got through all of the really good ones and thought, "Let's give 'em something new." I'm glad you like it!

Jedi1: Yeah... You may have spoken too soon. ;)

storywriter678: I'm glad you did. I felt that a good comedic scene was necessary. It wouldn't by PJO if there wasn't just a little bit. And like I said. I have friends that have read that book and have heard so many references. And, while I don't think about it, they probably come up from my subconscious or something. LOL! I do have it on a list of things to read though.

Cuthcavs55: You'll see just how useful Percy is in this chapter. LOL!

redconverse23 (Guest): I will definitely check out your video when I have time. I've been so busy with assignments and this death project of counting grass in the courtyard of my school. It's not fun. But anyway, have you checked out my Chuck story? And making an account is easy. Just open up the home page for and in the top right corner, it should say, sign up (or something like that). Just click that and follow the instructions. voila! You'll have your account!

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 made her way to the beach sort of peeved that Percy basically told her that he didn't need her help finding food, even though his reasoning did make a lot of sense. Annabeth had no choice but to go along with it. She'd rather let him take the bulk of the work than them fighting about it. She knew that he knew that she was more than capable of doing her fair share of hard labor. Upon arriving at the beach, Annabeth scanned the horizon for any sign of a rescue team. All she saw was a clear blue sky and an endless blue ocean stretched out until the two blurred in the distance and became one. Sighing, Annabeth moved to their large S.O.S. and made sure the support was still strong so that it wouldn't come apart in the event of a storm.

Sitting on the bottom of one of the 'S's, Annabeth looked at the water and remembered a scene from a movie where the main character, who was stuck on an island, used a long, large stick to spear fish from the shallow water. Hopping up from her perch, glad that she finally had something to do, Annabeth picked a strong stick from their S.O.S. and retightened the support. Taking the hunting knife from her waist, Annabeth sharpened one end.

Once she was satisfied with the point of her spear, she sheathed her knife and retied the bandanna around her head and removed her shoes and socks. Stepping into the water until she was at around knee height, Annabeth positioned her spear the way she remembered from the movie and searched for a good fish. When she saw one, she was far too excited and plunged her spear. When she brought it back up, she was a little more than disappointed to find it bare. Cursing to herself, she searched for another fish, moving dreadfully slow so as to not scare any away.

Annabeth had found three more fish and had missed all of them. Frustrated, the blonde heiress went over her strategy for going about catching these fish and realized that she didn't have one. Slapping her forehead with her palm, Annabeth berated herself for being stupid. Of course she wouldn't catch anything without a plan.

With her eyebrows furrowed and her lower lip rolling between her teeth in concentration, Annabeth remembered her physics lesson from high school and again in college. She remembered the theory of refraction of light when passing through different mediums like prisms and water. She, however, couldn't, for the life of her, remember the formula or the standard angle of refraction. So, she'd have to make a guess. A new plan in mind, Annabeth set off again at a slow pace to try and find another fish.

Upon locating another fish, Annabeth shifted the position of her spear just off to the left of the fish and plunged it in deep. When she lifted the spear up to inspect it, she nearly jumped for joy when she saw the fish skewered just a few inches from the tip. While inspecting her first catch, a noise pulled her attention toward the tree line. Narrowing her eyes, she tried to listen close for the sound.

"ANNABETH!" She recognized Percy's voice and moved toward the shore. Suddenly, her black haired companion burst through the tree line and onto the beach. And he wasn't alone. Behind him, a large baboon chased after Percy and he wasn't too far behind.

Shit, Annabeth thought as she tried to assess the damage that Percy had managed to do. She ran the rest of the way to shore and removed the fish from her spear and laid it on the part of the S.O.S. and went to meet Percy and save him. The black haired marine biologist had made it into the water where the angered monkey was hesitant.

"Oh what?" Percy taunted. "Scared of a little water? I thought you were bigger than that."

"Percy," Annabeth hissed. "You dumb ass. Don't piss it off even more!" The baboon seemed to realize there was another person present on the beach that wasn't in the water. It turned to face her. Annabeth's eyes widened and she shifted her spear a little to a more defensive position and tightened her grip. Part of her, the city girl in her, was terrified for her life as she tried to intimidate a wild animal that was probably half her own weight but four times more deadly than she was, even with her spear. The other part, the survivor in her, couldn't believe that this was how she was going to die, defending herself from an animal that Percy pissed off. If they made it out of this, she was going to kill him.

More determined now, Annabeth narrowed her eyes and furrowed her brow in concentration. Her stance widened to provide better balance and she shifted her grip on the spear again for a firmer hold. Now, if the monkey were to charge, she would have options. And as fate would have it, the baboon charged. "Annabeth!" she heard Percy yell out. She ignored him though, focusing on the monkey that was bounding toward her. She held her ground and at the last second, dove out of the way into a tuck and roll so that she bounced right back onto her feet. The monkey skidded to a stop and turned around and slammed its fist into the ground.

Great, Annabeth thought. Now it's even more pissed off.

The baboon charged again and Annabeth dove to the side in a tuck and roll again. Huffing, Annabeth took in the stench of dead fish and nearly gagged. Through her peripheral vision she saw the fish she had caught sitting close by. Remembering an article that she'd read about baboons, she recalled that although their main diet consisted of roots and fruits, they sometimes ate fish and birds and other sources of meat. Figuring that Percy made it angry by taking its food, Annabeth came up with a plan. It wasn't a plan that she particularly liked, but it could save their lives and Annabeth preferred that over not having dinner. Scooting slowly toward the fish, Annabeth never took her eyes off the monkey. She shifted her spear and took up the fish. With the fish hanging off the tip of her spear, Annabeth shuffled slowly to the baboon, extending the fish. Please, whoever is up there, make this work, she prayed.

"Hey there," she placated. "I'm sorry for whatever my idiot friend over there did." She kept her voice low, calm, and gentle. "Please take this yummy fish and leave us alone." So far, it seemed to be working. The baboon had calmed down and took a hesitant step toward her. "Yes, good. I'm not gonna hurt you. Just take the fish and leave." Annabeth felt like an idiot herself, talking to a monkey like it understood her. Whatever works, the little voice in the back of her mind argued.

Taking another step closer, the baboon sniffed the fish and tentatively took if off the spear. Annabeth didn't dare move and she hoped that Percy didn't either of at least thought of how much danger she was in being this close to a wild beast. Annabeth especially kept a close eye on the baboon's extremely long and sharp fangs. Being this close, they gave her chills.

The baboon, accepting the peace offering, stepped back and lumbered back to the tree line, disappearing into the forest. It was only then that Annabeth realized that she had been holding her breath. Resuming her respiratory system, the blonde closed her eyes and stuck the spear into the ground so that it resembled a pole.

"Great job, Annabeth- Ow!" Annabeth glared at him, her hand clenched into a fist. She took in the sight of Percy rubbing his shoulder. Unfortunately, she didn't quite feel the wave of satisfaction of punching the black haired idiot for putting them both in danger. "What was that for?" he asked.

"Are you kidding me Percy?!" Annabeth yelled. "What the hell did you do to piss off a baboon?!"

"I took a bunch of bananas and apparently, they were his and he got a little angry." Percy pinched his thumb and index close together and squinted his eyes. Annabeth rolled her eyes. "By the way, great job in taking care of that. Smart thinking." He smiled at her. "Where did you get the fish?" Annabeth narrowed her eyes at him once more.

"I caught it." Percy's eyes widened in shock. "That was our dinner you idiot. And now, some monkey has it and we don't even have fricken' bananas!"

Percy's hands shot up in surrender. "Okay! I get that you're mad-"

"Mad? Mad?" Annabeth fumed. "No, Percy, I'm not mad. I'm far from it. I'm furious. Not only did you manage to leave us with no food, you also put us in danger. That thing would have killed us if I didn't offer it the fish. Thank God that there weren't more."

"Okay, I get it! I screwed up. I'm sorry."

"'Sorry' isn't gonna cut it," Annabeth said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Then what do I have to do to make it up to you?" Annabeth smirked. She knew exactly what to make him do. He wanted her to relax and let him do the hard work, then she'll make sure that he gets exactly what he wants.

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Percy groaned. He couldn't believe he screwed up so badly that Annabeth was making him get them both dinner and not just fruits, but she wanted him to catch the both of them fish to make up for the one he caused them to lose. So, there he was, searching through the forest once more for a couple of bananas, while his blonde companion had stripped down to her underwear and laid down on a blanket on the beach to "work on her tan."

Percy guessed he couldn't blame her. He'd sent her to the beach to just relax and she took it on herself to help out and catch some fish for them and he'd found a way to screw that up by giving her no choice but to give it away to an angry, selfish baboon. Now, she was really going to relax, which he was thankful for, and he still had to do his same job of finding fruits, but now, he had an extra job of having to catch fish to make up for the one he indirectly gave away. As he walked through the forest, Percy alternated between scouring the treetops for fruits and other possible animals out to get him further on Annabeth's bad side, and the ground to note landmarks and keep an eye out for animals out to get him further on Annabeth's bad side.

Sure the animals were dangerous and deadly, especially when angry, but nothing scared Percy more than being on the receiving end of Annabeth's death glare. It was worse than his cousin, Thalia's, and he had thought that that was terrifying. When she wanted to get her point across, Annabeth made Thalia's glare look like a displeasured frown. But then again, whenever Annabeth smiled, not a grin, or a smirk, but a full, tooth filled smile that expressed exactly how happy and excited she was with something, everything seemed to be brighter, like someone raised the brightness on a picture or TV by three or four notches. It made Percy want to always be on her good side, just to get that smile and avoid her scowl. So far, he wasn't doing such a great job.

Shaking his head at his current predicament, Percy looked up once more and saw a nice bunch of bananas hanging just a little ways above him. Checking his surroundings to make sure that there were no monkeys or bears or birds around to get angry at him, he began to climb the tree beside the banana tree and made it to a relatively strong branch and reached. His fingers wrapped themselves around the main stem of the bunch and snapped it off. Praising himself for his good work, Percy didn't see the mosquito making its way toward him until it flew right in front of his face, causing him to spaz and flail his arms due to his loss of balance. Percy didn't know what happened next, but he found himself falling from the tree and extended his free arm out, which managed to grab a hold of the branch below the one he was perched on. Percy sighed a sigh of relief when he realized that he was still alive and he still had the bananas.

Climbing down the rest of the tree, Percy calmed down and the adrenaline in his bloodstream began to lessen, letting the black haired survivor feel a burning sensation in his right hand. When he looked at it, he saw that it was bloodied, scratched, and that skin had peeled in various places. He must have scraped his hand pretty badly when he grabbed that branch. Hissing in pain, Percy made his way back to the plane first for a small water bottle to wash his wounds and a bandana to wrap around them. Once he managed a nice, tight wrap on his hand, he made his way down to the beach where Annabeth was laying on her stomach, tanning her back.

She must have sensed his presence or heard the rustling of the trees because as Percy broke through the foliage, she looked up. "Oh look," she cooed, sitting up, sarcasm oozing from her words. "You found bananas and you managed to get them here without a monkey attack. That wasn't so hard, was it?" Percy only frowned at her and dropped the bunch in front of her. Only then did she seem to notice that his hand was wrapped. Her brow furrowed. "What happened to your hand?" she asked, concern laced in her voice.

"Nothing," Percy answered.

"That doesn't look like 'nothing,' Percy. Sit down." She scooted over and tapped the spot on the blanket next to her. Percy, unable to say no to the look that Annabeth was giving him, begrudgingly took a seat by the blonde and placed his hand in her outstretched one. She unwrapped the bandana and gasped when she saw his hand. "Percy, what happened?" she asked, his time sounding more demanding. It reminded him of his mom whenever he got in trouble and she asked what happened and he didn't answer her.

"I fell." He didn't look at her for two reasons. The first being that he didn't want to have to look at the expression on Annabeth's face, and the second being that said blonde was still in her underwear and the set she was wearing didn't exactly leave much to the imagination.

"What do you mean you fell? You tripped?"

"No," he answered, still looking in the opposite direction.

"Percy, look at me." Gulping, Percy followed her order and looked at her, his eyes glancing briefly at her mostly naked body. It took all his willpower to keep eye contact with the blonde beauty in front of him. "Where did you fall?" Annabeth asked gently.

"Out of a tree?" Percy said more like a question than a statement. Annabeth's eyes widened in response.

"A tree? How did you fall out of a tree."

"You'll laugh at me if I tell you." Percy groaned. He could already see a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. Suddenly, the smile disappeared.

"I won't laugh. Promise." Percy furrowed his brow.

"Promise?"

"Promise." Percy shut his eyes and turned his head away.

"A mosquito got in my face and I lost balance. I caught the branch below me and scraped up my hand."

"A mosquito?" Annabeth asked. Percy swore he heard amusement in her question and turned to look at her. Sure enough, a smile was inching its way into her features.

"You're laughing at me!" he complained.

"No I'm not," she giggled.

"Yeah, you are! You promised you wouldn't laugh!" At that point, Annabeth apparently couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into full belly laughs. Percy retracted his hand and crossed his arms over his chest, ignoring the stinging sensation he got from moving his hand around. When Annabeth calmed down, she placed a hand on his arm and pulled his hand back to her.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have laughed."

"No, you shouldn't have," Percy said smiling now. Annabeth returned it.

"How about this? I'll let you off easy on your punishment and you don't have to catch us fish for dinner. And, I'll even wrap up those wounds. Properly," Annabeth said.

"What? You didn't like my wrap?"

"Oh, it was perfect," Annabeth replied. Percy's smile grew. "If you wanted to get an infection." His smile deflated. "Come on."

And there you go! Another chapter for your enjoyment. Sorry if it's pretty short. What did you think of the baboon? I hoped you enjoyed that. I enjoyed writing it. haha!

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