A/N: a few things to get in order:

One. I made a tumblr! .com. Follow me? if you do, send me a message! I'll follow you back :)

Two. A question by mang0fruitblast alerted me to the fact that I didn't clarify when this "exactly" takes place. It's after The Last Olympian before we even got into this whole Heroes of Olympus thing. Mostly because I've only read the first 3 HOO books and that was like three billion years ago. I'll read them this winter break.

Three. Please review! I feel really rusty with writing fanfiction, getting the voices of the characters, and understanding the expectations of my audience. Constructive criticism is really helpful!

Four. I know Percy's thoughts seem really basic when he isn't directly speaking/speaking via thought to Annabeth but if you think about it, when you think you don't think like you're a character in a book. You see things, you process ideas, and I personally feel like the thoughts that just slip out wouldn't be as complicated as someone speaking.

Five. Percabeth fuzziness basically.

Okay…onward!:

Normal/italicized text is Annabeth's thoughts, bold are Percy's.

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit Percy could hear my thoughts and he was going to find out that – I MEAN NOT THINKING ABOUT THAT THING AT ALL – hell no oh my gods what was I supposed to do this was like the worst day of my life IS NOTHING SACRED ANYMORE –

"Annabeth! Stop thinking so loud!" Percy groaned, clenching his eyes shut, "You have too many thoughts." Ow.

I glared at him wondering how he could be so thick. Habit?

I wheeled around and glowered at Lacy.

"You. Explain. Now." I snarled. Glad she's not looking at me. I shot a nasty look at Percy who shrugged sheepishly.

She grinned mischievously looking awfully like her mother and said, "There's really nothing I can do to help you." Yeah and there isn't really anything anyone can do to help you when I drag your body into the forest at night and –

Annabeth. Chill. Whoa. Drew. Nice.

I looked up to see one of my least favorite campers enter the room. Ugh, she was pretty I GUESS if you're into that. Her lips are so shiny. Annabeth's lips aren't as shiny but I think I prefer –

"How do I stop hearing his thoughts?" I asked Lacy sharply cutting off Percy's apparent internal dilemma at my lack of lip gloss.

"I can't tell you. Otherwise it won't work!" she replied gleefully.

"What's going on?" Drew asked, batting an eye at Percy. She never looked at me before I saved Olympus. Well at least someone was aware.

"Mom spritzed them." Lacy explained knowingly.

"Ohmygods." Drew pouted, looking upset, "She said she would let me pick."

"Pick what?" I snapped, "Torturing innocent demigods who just came here for some concealer!?"

Drew turned at me and appraised my appearance. I'd like to say I stood my ground but she was pretty good looking and done up and I…well I wasn't here because I had a flawless face on. Annabeth, seriously chill. You look fine. Let's get out of here. Also Drew is scary.

I had to stifle a laugh at that. It was Drew's turn to look confused. Percy placed a hand on my shoulder [his hands were so nice and stron – DIGUSTING AND GROSS AND HAD HE EVER HEARD OF PURELL] and wheeled me around.

"I think we're good here." He said cheerfully, "Time to strategize. Good luck for the competition!" and proceeded to shove me out the door.

-by the sparring arena-

"Okay so, obviously I've got the swordsmanship down so I don't understand why we're here." Percy whined, "I fight, you think, it's all good. We should be working on some covert strategies to defeat the enemy."

"Maybe if I fought and you thought, it'd throw off the enemy." I replied, "Now again!" I positioned myself to spar. So, yes, maybe I wasn't the best swordswoman in the world but those dreams convinced me that I needed to be better and stronger.

Percy cocked his head to the side.

"Annabeth. What are your dreams about?" he asked, looking concerned, "You can tell me anything ya know."

"It's nothing." I shrugged, though the haunting images instantly flooded my mind, "They don't mean anything."

Percy shuddered, "I can feel your fear and I just saw what you dream about." I blushed realizing that I needed to be more careful least he see those…ahem, other dreams that were – NOT THINKING ABOUT IT.

The concern in his brow deepened, "What's wrong? Are you having even worse nightmares?" My eyes widened and I decided to come clean about my nightmares in case my more pleasant dreams drifted through.

"I…don't know. I get them about once a week and it's always the same. I'm sitting on the beach watching the sunset with – I mean by myself. Then my vision goes black – I think someone knocks me out? – and I wake up in a cave…stuck in the middle of a giant web." I described the setting and Percy looked like he was seeing a movie. Well, I guess he was. I'd had the dream enough times that it was vividly playing in my mind.

"And then I hear something crawling towards me. It…it sounds like it has more than two legs. I can smell the stench of dead meat on its breath and it always feels like it's touching me but when I look around I'm just stuck in the web. And it's always laughing at me…hissing at me…taunting me. And I don't know what it wants, I can never understand what it's saying. But every time I have this nightmare it gets just a little bit closer." I shut my eyes hard, feeling goosebumps all over my body and realized I had broken into cold sweats.

"Is it Arachne?" Percy asked, "Web. You're a child of Athena. Do you think she wants something from you?"

I looked him straight in the eye, "I wish it was Arachne. I think this is something worse and I don't know what it is or what it wants from me. None of my siblings seem to be plagued by nightmares, unless you count Malcolm waking up screaming because he didn't get into MIT."

Percy cracked a smile at that.

"I don't know what it is but we'll find out and defeat it." Percy said, sounding the like the hero of Olympus that he was, "I promise."

I looked at him gratefully feeling like I was seeing my best friend for the first time in weeks. I could say the same thing back.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Percy looked a little uncomfortable. I…she's been so mad…should I explain…

"You can tell me." I prompted, "Unless you want me to comb through your thoughts and get the wrong impression."

He blanched, "No, no that is the last thing I want. Look Annabeth, it's not just me, even your siblings have been asking me if there's something wrong with you. Malcolm even threated me one day asking me if I'd broken your heart or some stupid shit like that." Ha…ha…can't even imagine…ha…

"Everyone's really concerned about you. You just look so drained and exhausted all the time. You've been kind of mad and you snap at everyone and no one knows what's wrong."

I was silent, feeling ashamed.

Please say something.

For how long? Unable to get the words out of my mouth.

How long what?

How long have I been acting like this?

The last few weeks. But now you describe these nightmares and it seems to make more sense.

To be fair, you've also been missing from my life these last few weeks. You're always with that girl. Jen.

"Who is Jen?" Percy asked, "I literally have no clue who she is."

I gave him a look and examined the feelings come off of him. Hunger. Complete confusion. And something else I couldn't identify. He wasn't lying. He actually seemed like he didn't know her.

"It's that girl from Demeter who leaves crap in your cabin." I said, a little more harshly than expected, "This is what she looks like." I imagined her in my mind as Percy concentrated hard on the image I projected.

"I have never seen her. No girls come into my cabin except you." Percy said, "I've seen the stuff but I assumed it belonged to you. In fact, hardly anyone comes into my cabin except you and Nico."

I huffed, "Do you think I own a shitty pair of purple glasses?"

Uhhh…maybe? I dunno. I…to be honest I have a confession too.

I waited, but it seemed like Percy was also having trouble vocalizing his problems.

I've been blacking out and waking up in random places and I have no idea how I got there. Like this morning, I have no recollection of how we got to breakfast. In fact, there are huge gaps in my memory and I don't know why. That's why I was angry that you were being rude to me. You're the only person I can trust to help me fill my memories with the truth.

"Oh my gods, why didn't you tell me?" I asked.

I didn't want to tell anyone what was happening to me because…I feel a lot of pressure after saving Olympus. I'm supposed to be this great hero, who was even offered a place among the gods yet I can't remember how I got to lunch? It's…embarrassing. Also, you didn't tell me about your nightmares!

Umm…true. This is what happened this morning. I very carefully edited how I felt and projected my memory of the sticky crap and the harpy – I mean girl clinging onto his bare chest.

Percy jumped, "Whoa. Is there a connection here?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well after being nearly killed, stabbed, broken, mutilated, hunted, and tortured since coming to Camp Half-Blood," he began drily, "I've learned there is no such thing as a coincidence. I've been blacking out. You have had nightmares. There's this girl who apparently has no trouble feeling me up and I can't remember her at all." Because if there was a girl all up on me, I would remember. Especially if it was –

"Sowhatdoyouthinkofmytheory?" he said quickly, "Make sense?" I was momentarily distracted by trying to decipher his last thought until I realized he was looking at me.

"Hmm. Maybe you're right. I didn't think of that." I said thoughtfully, "I guess now I can share memories with you and you'll know what's happening. Because they won't be your memories, they'll be mine."

He smiled that brilliant – FUGLY AND CROOKED – smile at me. Thanks Wise Girl. Feelings of happiness and friendship were rolling off of him in waves and it made me smile too.

"So now are you going to let me kick your ass?" I grinned, assuming a fighting stance.

He rolled his eyes, "Like you can beat me."

We began circling each other, looking for a weak spot. Smaller. Right handed. Her tell? She takes a deep breath. I didn't even know that.

I took a deep breath and Percy lunged forward to block a thrust that wasn't coming because I knew he thought he knew what I was going to do. Instead I took a short step back which threw him off balance and as he tipped a bit forward, I struck.

Not fast enough. He parried my blow and pivoted to my left side.

"Nice try." He smirked, "But it's going to take a lot more than that."

I decided to attack. I swung my sword forward, wincing as Percy brought Riptide down hard. I held my hilt as long as I could, even placing both hands on it but I was barely able to hold Percy back. Sweat dripped into my eyes as I slide my sword down, pulling out and retreating. I was panting hard and he looked like he wasn't even trying. When did he get so strong?

He looked smug. Not only did he look smug, but he was radiating confidence and pride in himself. Ugh, gross.

Time to finish this.

Percy went on the offense, railing blows hard upon me which I was barely able to fend off. Our swords clashed as he pushed me further and further back until I couldn't move any further. He was about to bring the finishing blow down upon me and I winced closing my eyes and turning my head away.

The blow never came. I can't. Not her.

I slowly turned my head back and opened one eye.

"I won. Lunch?" he said turning away, "Let's go."

I watched him walk away in confusion. Percy?

….what?

You know you're allowed to beat me at some things fair and square, right?

I know…I just didn't want to. Hurry up.

I ran after him, falling silently in stride with him. His thoughts were guarded and there wasn't a lot slipping through the cracks. I was about to tease him about being a softie when I heard a voice call out, "Oooo-ooh Perrr-cyy!"

I looked up to see Jen and I felt Percy's mind go blank.

What was going on?

A/N: ohmygods, what's happening? Please review!