(A/N) OKAY! THIS IS THE MOMENT! PERCABETH FINALLY HERE! This is gonna be a long chapter because I'm not here the next few days so lots of words... I also want a lot of comments or I'm not completing my story... If you don't comment on Percabeth I don't know what will make you guys comment... PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE comment down! Love you guys! Okay, but forgive me for the first part cuz it's gonna be a bit bit sad... Happy Reading!

Percy followed Annabeth's mysterious path, carefully. Pretty soon it began to dawn on him that she was going to the beach. The beach? Why would she go to the beach at this time of the night? He determined to find out and followed her, making sure that his footsteps were soft and kept some distance behind her. When they reached the opening of the beach, he waited a minute to see what she was going to do.

Annabeth walked to the rocks and sat down on one. Percy slowly crept out and hid behind a couple of bushes growing nearby, a few paces behind her. She had in her hand her pen, paper and the bottle. She still stared at the sea trying to pacify herself from the roars of the waves. Annabeth stared down. Taking the fountain pen, she adjusted the paper on her lap so she could write easily without it folding.

Tears welled up in her eyes knowing why and what she was about to do. Ten years ago, Athena Chase, her mother, had told her as she was nearing her end. "Annabeth, will you do me one favor?"

"What is it, Mom?" The seven year old girl had replied, anxious to please her Mom and stop her from going to heaven.

"After I go to Heaven, will you write notes to me?"

'Notes?'

"Yes, notes. Long letters full of everything you want to tell me. Then, roll the papers in a milk bottle and throw it into the sea like in the stories you read. A message in a bottle." Annabeth nodded earnestly. Anything for her mom. "Write whatever is in your heart, no matter how bad or wrong it is. Write whatever you can't say to anyone else. When no one else will listen to you. On my birthday each year, throw me your message for me in the sea and I will be sure to help you."

"You'll help me?" Annabeth said, tears in her eyes. "Why can't you stay and help me here Mom, everyday, instead of once in a year."

"Because God needs me up there to help all the souls in the world. Won't that make you proud? Your mother helping everyone across the world?" Annabeth had nodded reluctantly, not quite convinced. "I'll always help you whenever you need me, Annabeth. I promise. You will write, won't you?"

"I promise, Mom," Annabeth smiled.

But here Annabeth didn't smile at the memory. She took the pen beginning to write.

Dear Mom,

Here I am, writing to you after another year has passed, bringing with it new disturbances, excitements, failures and successes. Today is your birthday. If you were alive this would be your 45th birthday. But you're not. I hate that. If you were only around to help me. At seven years old, I believed whatever you said. That, you will always help me, always remain by my side, even after death. To be really very honest, I'm not feeling your presence lately. I really don't see why God needs you more than I do today. I really can't. You said that I can write to you whatever I can't say to anybody. Well, I'm doing so now and if you are really with me, please, help your daughter.

I never knew why a slap could turn into such a misery of my life. After being forced together with Luke, he began abusing me every single night. He haunts me every single moment of the day. Why do I have to live with it? Just because I slapped him in front of a bunch of people, who I think didn't even care? Even when it was his fault? Don't I get my revenge? No. He'll either kill one of my friends, or abuse Thalia. Today he brought three more boys with him today. I was helpless. Why didn't you or God help me then? I don't see how anybody could need me more than you. Why didn't you help me then, Mom?

And this isn't all. Luke broke my friendship with Thalia. Even Percy, my best friend left me for Rachel. Why does all this happen to only me? What did I ever do anyone in my whole life? Dad is so distant. He almost never talked to me while I was at home which reminds me; I don't even have a home anymore. My sweet step-mother Helen has successfully thrown me out of my very own house. I don't even know whether Dad supports her or not. I'm going to have to live with my friends. They haven't even tried to contact me even though I left one day before my trip started.

I beg you; I can't bear with this torture any longer. Please help me. I want to stay happy. I have forgotten what happiness is. Since, you left, I consoled myself that you will watch over me. What happened now, Mom? Where are you? Where are you?

I have written to you every year on your birthday. On my own birthday you are the person I have missed the most. I just want one thing from you. Turn everything back to normal. I won't be able to bear this for long. If God wants it, I will come to meet you in Heaven, soon.

Your loving daughter,

Annabeth.

One of the teardrops in her eyes dropped on the paper making a small wet circle on the paper. Trying to blink her tears away, she rolled the paper and put it in the milk bottle, closing the lid. Folding up her jeans and putting her pen in one of her jeans pockets, she got up from her place on the rocks and walked towards the sea raging before her. Her feet touched dry sand, then wet and finally the waves reached her. She went deeper and deeper till the water was till her knees. Hurling the bottle as far as she could in the sea, she felt a deep desperation inside of her. Seeing the bottle flow with the waves, far, far away, she stormed back to the shore and sat down on the rocks.

But she couldn't sit still for long. Soon, she was on her feet again and she grabbed sand, rocks, whatever came into her hands and flung it towards the sea, screaming and tears flowing freely, "I hate you! I hate you!" Rocks after rocks were thrown and all the hatred for Luke came out with the same words.

Soon, Annabeth collapsed, tired of throwing rocks and sand pointlessly in the sea. Burying her head in her hands she cried her heart out, sobbing heartrendingly.

A hand rested on her shoulder and she stopped crying in cold fear. She looked back as a dark-haired boy sat down next to her.

"Percy?" Her voice was a whisper, which betrayed her fear of being found out.

"Annabeth," Percy said, his brows creasing into a slight frown, his voice showing his concern. "Are you okay?"

Those words seemed foolish to even Percy. Annabeth wiped her eyes and nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I'm okay."

"No you're not," Percy said, looking at her distraught expression in the moonlight. "Come with me."

"Where to?"

"Just come." With that, he got up and helping her up, started walking further down the beach and no more words of conversation were said between them. Soon, a small cave was in sight. "This is one cave I found while I was walking by myself some time ago."

He was keeping it casual. She thanked Percy in her mind for understanding that much. They entered the rocky cave. Inside, were a few big rocks that almost felt as if they were kept for seats. The moonlight entered in plenty amount in the cave, making it fairly bright.

"Let's sit," Percy said. Annabeth nodded and sat down with Percy next to her. "What are you doing here?" She asked him.

"I should ask you the same thing. What are you doing here at this time of the night?" Percy questioned.

Annabeth looked in his sea green eyes. She tried to lie. "I- I couldn't sleep so, I thought I would take a stroll."

"Seriously, Annabeth. I'm not that naïve to believe you." Percy said, looking back at her. "Tell me, what's the matter? Why did you have a pen, paper and a bottle in hand?"

Annabeth looked away. How could she tell him the truth without saying a thing about Luke? He had obviously been watching her so she couldn't really lie.

Her long silence had convinced Percy that something was wrong. "Please tell me Annabeth. It's good to share things and vent your feelings out. Especially if their bad."

Annabeth yearned to tell him the whole truth but tried to convince herself she wouldn't. "Percy, I... I don't know where to start..."

"How about why the bottle and paper?"

Annabeth sighed. She hadn't shared that with anyone, not even her Dad. Still something made her tell Percy the whole truth. "My Mom left me when I was seven years old. She had lung cancer."

Percy was at a loss for words. "I-I'm sorry, Annabeth."

"A few days before she died, she was sitting with me spending her last days with her daughter. She told me to write whatever I wanted to say to her in a letter, seal it in an empty milk bottle and throw it into the sea. Every year on her birthday I used to do this. This day just happened to come on this trip. We were lucky to be near a sea." She smiled a half-hearted smile.

"What-What did you write in the letter?" Percy asked, cautiously, wondering whether Annabeth would reply.

Annabeth hesitated, prompting Percy to say. "If you don't wanna share it's-"

She interrupted him, staring straight ahead. "Someone told me, it's good to share things." Percy gave a nod in answer with a smile. Annabeth's face remained impassive as she stared at the sea in front of her. She decided to skip the part about Luke and tell about the other things. "A few months after my Mom died, Dad married again. Helen, my step-mother had two babies with Dad, Matthew and Bobby. My half brother along with my step mom made my life a little less worse than hell." Annabeth paused. Percy placed his hand on hers in way of consolation. She went on.

"Just a few days before this trip, I heard my Dad and Helen fighting about whether or not to keep me in the house. I ran away before I could be seen. The second time this happened again but I'd been found eavesdropping. I had never seen my father so angry on Helen or anyone before. He left the house but after he did, Helen shouted at me to get out of the house. Two days before the trip."

"Did you?"

"I did. I went to Thalia's and stayed there till you guys came. That's why you saw me there already." Annabeth looked at him. Percy squeezed her hand, a look of concern on his face which was mixed with hurt.

"Why didn't you tell me? I could have helped you. Or at least we could have talked." Annabeth looked away a bit ashamed at the fact that she had kept it from him. "Was it that that you girls were discussing the night before when I came in the room?" She nodded, her head low.

"I'm sorry, Percy. I didn't want to trouble you. I thought I would deal with it by myself."

"And I'm sorry Annabeth." She looked up. "I'm sorry. After Rachel came, I forgot about you." Annabeth looked down again remembering the night that had changed her life. "She was my best friend in my childhood. We would go to her farm together and play so much. I would really look forward to it every summer holidays. But as we grew older, our school pushed us apart and when I shifted to Manhattan, we couldn't meet any more. That night at the party, when Rachel pulled us apart and started dancing with me, I felt really bad looking at your face. She asked me if someone's best friend falls in love with him what should they do."

Percy took Annabeth's hands, forcing her to look at him. "I said, they should love them back. Then, as if to prove her point, she kissed me. My whole mind was rejecting her but somewhere I thought that she has been my best friend. She has given me the best of times before we got separated. Maybe I should love her back. Believe me, it was the worst decision of my life. My best friend was not Rachel, It was you. I was thinking about you when I said that they should love each other." Annabeth's eyes brimmed with tears. "I don't love Rachel, I love you."

Annabeth flew at him and hugged him, tears flowing from her eyes, making a wet spot on Percy's shirt. But he didn't care. He hugged her back, his hand in her soft blonde hair and for the first time felt free, without restraints. He was doing this by his own free will.

"You don't know how bad I felt that night and worse than that next morning," Annabeth said pulling away from him but keeping his hands in hers. "I lost both you and Thalia. My only two best friends that I could depend on in any situation. Please forgive me for that day. I didn't mean to hurt you by saying all those things."

"But why did you? Why did you start dating Luke? You hated him." Percy asked.

Annabeth had forgotten that she was still Luke's girlfriend and awkward questions may be asked. "Percy, do you trust me?" Confused, he nodded his head in agreement. "Then, just understand that whatever I did was under circumstances I couldn't help." Percy began to protest but Annabeth shushed him. "Please understand, Perce and don't ask any questions. I promise as soon as it clears out I will tell you everything." She grasped his hands tighter.

Percy not quite convinced by this. Suddenly a thought struck him. "Annabeth, Luke isn't... isn't forcing you to do this, is he?" He said this reluctantly as if it was the last thing on earth he wanted to happen.

Annabeth heart filled with fear but forcing herself to keep calm and not betray any signs of acceptance of the idea, she forced a laugh. "No one can ever force me to do anything, Seaweed Brain."

"If you say so," Percy said, believing her this time. His doubt was reduced to a very small shade which he forgot in seconds. "But I bet you I can."

He lifted her effortlessly off the rocks with her hands at the back of his neck as he whirled around with a laughing, shrieking Annabeth in his hands. She removed her hands from behind his next and started beating him softly on his chest saying, "Put me down, Percy!"

Obliging her soon, he put her down on the sandy bottom. Pinning her to the wall of the cave with his hands at either side of her, he kissed her. When they broke apart, both of them were smiling at each other.

"You didn't have to pick me up for that," Annabeth said, her arms around Percy's neck and his at her waist. Then with a naughty look in her eyes, she pulled away from him walking on the shore of the beach.

"What happened?" Percy called after her as he walked behind her. Quick as lightning, Annabeth ducked and picked up some sand and threw it over Percy. He raised his arms in defense as the shower poured over him, leaving sand in his hair.

"You," Percy said as Annabeth laughed. He, too, picked up some sand and before Annabeth could stop him showered the sand over her as she shrieked. Soon, a sand fight was going on between the two.

After the last throws were flung on each other, they collapsed on the sand beneath them. Lying on their backs near each other and breathing heavily, they looked at each other a grin on their faces. They turned to face each other still lying down. Percy cradled her face in his hands while Annabeth staring at him, sighed.

"I will break up with her tomorrow itself, Wise Girl. I promise." Percy said.

Annabeth smiled. "It's already tomorrow, Seaweed Brain. It's past twelve."

"Then, I will break up today itself. Can't you do the same? We can start all over again, you know?" Percy said, hopefully.

Even though her heart craved for that, she couldn't say 'yes'. Luke was still in her life. "I'm sorry, Seaweed Brain, I can't." Percy's face fell. "But I promise that I will. As soon as I can. I promise I'll change everything as soon as I can."

Percy smiled. "That's good enough for me." He sat up. "Want another ride?"

Without waiting for an answer he picked her, Annabeth in shock but laughing, and went towards the sea. When they were in the water, he set her down, carefully. Throwing drops of water at her, he laughed, challenging. Annabeth took the challenge.

Throwing sea water with both her hands at Percy, Annabeth cried out, "You started this, remember."

"I will," Percy grinned at her as he chased her flinging sea water whenever he could and her doing the same.

"I love you, Wise Girl," he said, suddenly wrapping his arms around her, as she was picking up a few shells she noticed.

Turning around in his arms, and hugging him back, she said, "I love you too, Seaweed Brain." Kissing passionately, they stood in the moonlight the water's waves swirling at their feet.

The sea water was salty but Percy and Annabeth were very close to it. They were sharing sweet moments together in this very salty water.

OMG! I LOVED LOVED LOVED THIS CHAPTER! I CAN'T TELL YOU HOW NICE AND SO VERY CLOSE THIS CHAPTER IS TO ME! I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS MY VERY OWN IMAGINATION!

(A/N PLEASE READ-IMPORTANT) :Please please please tell me how you liked this chapter... I'm go on a holiday from tomorrow till the tenth, which is Wednesday to Saturday. I will write as soon as I come back, that is, on tenth itself... But please leave your comments here so that I know that at least someone is reading my story and loved Percabeth here. I promise to write very very soon! Till the next time! Love you guys! Bye!