It was the day after all the chaos with Gaea finally ended, and Annabeth was sitting in Percy's lap on the beach, watching the sun go down. They were sitting in a secluded spot that she had found during one of her first summers at camp. She would always come here when she needed some time alone with her thoughts. Now, it was the spot she and Percy could escape to when things at camp got to be too stressful. She couldn't believe that, after all these months of anger at the gods and nearly dying everyday, now she was able to just breathe and know that she was somewhat safe - for now at least. It had been so long since she and Percy were at camp together, and she just wanted to sit there forever in his arms and inhale his ocean-y scent. She was so tired she could have curled up into a ball and just sleep in his arms all night, but at camp they had to sleep in their own cabins. She was afraid of what she would dream when she slept by herself. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't get the images of tartarus out of her head at night. They always came back to haunt her, and while they were on their quest, most nights she would wake up in Percy's arms screaming for him until she realised that a) he was right there and b) she was not in tartarus anymore.

"Hey," Percy said. "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing."

"We both know your lying, just tell me."

"You don't know that. You're not even looking at me."

As he was staring at the horizon, his eyes glazed over, but she knew that didn't really matter. He had a way of picking out exactly what was wrong, without her even telling him.

"Annabeth, we have been best friends since we were twelve,not to mention you're my girlfriend." He bumped her shoulder playfully, but then turned serious again, "Did you really think I wouldn't notice how you are wound tighter than a coiled spring right now? Or how you keep biting your lip, like you always do when you're worried? Come on Wise Girl, just tell me what's wrong."

Of course he knew something was wrong, but that didn't make her want to tell him any more. She hated seeing him so worried about her, but the truth was, she was just as worried about him.

Sighing heavily she gave in.

"I can't stop thinking about it, what it was like down there, Percy. It's like, the harder I try to push the memories away during the day, the more vivid they are at night."

She felt her eyes start to well up again, but she couldn't help it. Tartarus had been terrifying, and if Percy hadn't been with her she didn't think she would have made it to the doors, let alone get out alive.

Percy tightened his hold on her, eyes closed, trying not to think about it. He waited a few moments before responding.

"Annabeth, we are home now and I swear to all the gods everywhere, you are never getting away from me, I'm not gonna let anything happen to you. I don't care what it takes to keep you safe, but I will do it because I can't live without you." He waited for her to turn and look at him before continuing, "I love you. I love you and I'm not gonna let anything happen to you."

Percy had barely finished his sentence before Annabeth was kissing him. Her lips crashing into his, kissing him like her life depended on it. She fisted her hands in his hair and moved to straddled his hips. He made a sound of surprise that quickly turned into a moan as he parted her lips with his. They laid back in the sand as the kiss deepened. One of his hands was tangled in her blond curls, the other at the base of her back. Without warning he took her and flipped them over so that he was over her, supporting his weight on his elbows. Their legs were tangled together so that neither knew where one ended and the other began. Percy was making it hard for her to form coherent thoughts. His teeth grazed her bottom lip and she gasped, as she moved closer to him. He groaned and she felt more of his body weight against her as he moved one of his arms, his hand slipping under her shirt. She wanted to squirm as she feld his hand tracing slow patterns across her sides with a feather light touch. Slowly his hand moved up towards her sports bra while his lips moved from hers and placed little teasing kisses up her jaw line before hitting a sensitive spot right behind her ear. Her hands tightened in his hair, pulling his lips back down to hers as she wrapped her legs around his hips. His response was immediate. He went very still and closed his eyes, pressing his forehead against hers. He took a deep, ragged breath. When he opened his eyes they were blazing. For a second she was lost in his green eyed stare. She didn't know how long they stayed entwined like that, lost in each others stare; it could have been just moments or hours.

They were both startled back into reality when the conch shell that signaled lights out blew across camp. Percy was the first to react. He disentangled himself reluctantly, and gave her his mischievously, crooked grin that she had come to love. He held out his hand for hers smiling slightly as she straightened her hair and shirt.

"Are you going to be okay tonight?" he asked her, serious again. His voice was slightly hoarse, as if he was catching his breath after scaling the rock wall..

Annabeth looked at his hair, a cute mess after their (slight) makeout and smiled."I think so. But if I wake up I am coming to your cabin, to hell with the harpies."

"That's my Wise Girl."

They walked back to the cabins with his arm thrown over her shoulder, her arm around his waist. When they got to Percy's cabin she stopped him in front of his cabin door and she kissed him again. But where as their kisses on the beach had been full of fire and lust, this one was soft and sweet, a quick I love you before parting for the night. When she stepped away they didn't need to say good-bye. They both knew that neither of them was going anywhere.

While on their quest, Annabeth had become so accustomed to sharing a bed with Percy, that now her bed felt too big for just her. It didn't feel right, laying there without Percy's strong arms to hold her, and she lay tossing and turning for a long time before finally drifting off in an uneasy sleep.

She dreamed she was back at the edge of the pit in Arachne's cavern under Rome. Percy stood next to her, taking in the webs that covered every surface and the Athena Parthenos that stood tall and proud, like the goddess herself. The seven were all standing around, talking about what had happened while they were separated, when the floor suddenly gave a groan and started giving away.

"Secure it!" she screamed.

Her friends, immediately understanding what she meant, scrambled to secure the giant statue while she and Percy waited for Jason to fly down and get them to the ship.

Unfortunately that never happened.

The spider web, that had tangled in her makeshift cast without her knowledge, pulled her down and over the edge of the pit. The only reason she didn't fall all the way in was Percy. He had managed to grab her wrist just in time and they were now hanging over the pit on a ledge fifteen feet below the cavern floor.

Percy turned to look down at her and she could see hatred in his eyes. He opened his mouth and said five words she thought she would never hear him say.

"This is all your fault, Annabeth." he said.

She could feel him letting her wrist go and she started crying against her will, holding his wrist in a death grip, trying to keep herself in his from falling.

"I don't need you, and none of your plans can save you this time." And with that, he let her go and she was falling into oblivion.

Then the dream changed and she was running blindly at top speed, Percy guiding her through a forest. All of a sudden he stopped short, pulling her back.

"What? why did you stop?" she gasped.

"Cliff. Big cliff." he rasped back.

She heard a hissing sound and felt Percy's arm tighten around her. She hated not being able to see anything that was going on. She hated having to rely on somebody else to fight her battles.

"Show yourselves!" said Percy.

She heard him draw in a breath but she still couldn't see what was going on.

"We are the arai," the voice said. "The curses."

Annabeth turned to try to figure out where the voice was coming from but she couldn't place it. It was like the world's creepiest voice-over machine.

All at once she knew what they were dealing with.

"Percy!" she whispered to him. "You can't kill them! They are literally the embodiment of the dying wish of a monster. If you kill them then the curse is activated against you."

"Well what are we supposed to do then? We are running out of opt- Annabeth!"

She felt a clawed hand on her arm and was yanked out of Percy's grip. Her instincts kicked in and she judo-flipped the monster, turning it to a cloud of sulphurous dust. As soon as she did, a hopeless feeling of abandonment washed over her.

"Percy? Where are you?" she called desperately.

She couldn't hear him, nor could she see anything, and all she knew was Percy had abandoned her when he promised not to.

"Percy!" she sobbed into the darkness, "Why did you leave me?"

She was stumbling around crying, reaching out trying to find him. But no matter how much she called for him,there was no reply. Suddenly a large hand grabbed her and she kicked and punched at the person, trying to escape the death grip she was in, but he didn't budge.

"Owie." said a familiar voice, touching a hand to her forehead.

All at once her sight came back and the abandoned feeling was washed away and replaced with a different kind of panic. Where was Percy? She turned around frantically and saw him kneeling on the ground with steam coming off his skin.

"What happened?" she cried burying her face in his shoulder.

"Gorgon's blood." Bob replied sadly.

She remembered Percy telling her about his quest to free Thanatos, and how he had an encounter with the seer Phineas that ended with them both drinking vials of gorgon's blood. Percy had gambled on the risk that Gaea valued his life more than the old seer's, and Phineas - influenced by her - had chosen the wrong vial. Now Phineas's dying wish was being fulfilled months later, and there was nothing Annabeth could do.

"Bob, please! Can't you fix him like you fixed me?"

"There are too many curses. Bob can't heal all of them."

"You have to! I can't lose him!" Turning to Percy she cried "Seaweed Brain you promised! You promised you would never leave me! Remember? You said we were staying together…"

Percy looked up at her, but his eyes were a million miles away.

"I'm sorry, Annabeth," he croaked.

"No!" she cried, moving to hold his head up on her arm.

"Percy, please don't leave me." she sobbed. "You promised me Seaweed Brain….you promised…"

He took on last shuddering breath, and was still.

Annabeth woke with a cry in a cold sweat with tears running down her cheeks. She looked around the room and remembered that she was at camp. Climbing out of bed she glanced at the clock on the wall. It read 3:27 a.m. She had to go find Percy though. Middle of the night or not. She had to make sure he was still okay.

That was the hardest part of coming home. She was in a constant state of paranoia, afraid of those she loved being plucked up and not coming back. And while it had always been something she feared, now it was full on terrifying to her, knowing that she could wake up one morning and find Percy gone - again.

She snuck out of the Athena cabin with her yankees cap on her head, and made her way down to Cabin 3. She could hear Percy tossing and turning as she approached the door, and she opened it without a sound. She realised how much trouble she would be in when morning came around but she just couldn't bring herself to care. She needed to see him with her own eyes.

However, when Annabeth reached the foot of his bed, she could see that he his brows were furrowed and he was covered in a sheen of sweat. She took her cap off and reached out to wake him. She had barely touched him when he grabbed her and had her in a headlock before he was even fully awake.

"Percy! It's me, it's okay. It was just a nightmare."

He looked down and seemed to realise that he had his girlfriend in a headlock.

"Oh gods. Sorry Annabeth."

He sat back and wiped the sweat off his forehead before taking a shaky breath and moving over for her to crawl in the bed with him.

"So, I'm guessing you're having nightmares too?" he asked.

She sighed and put her head on his shoulder

"Do you wanna talk about it?" he asked, his voice soft.

"No. Not right now. But, you meant it when you said you would never leave me right?"

"Annabeth. We have been through hell together. Literally...there is nothing that you could say or do that would make me leave you, okay?"

"I know, I just…I had to make sure."

"Okay. Are you going to go back to your cabin or do you wanna just stay?"

Annabeth sighed before answering. She knew she would be in trouble in the morning but she didn't really care at the moment.

"I'm staying."

"Okay. Goodnight Wise Girl."

"Good night Seaweed Brain."

A/N: So this is the new story i was talking about and it was soooo much fun to write. I wrote it with my best friend Becky (who is also a diehard PJ fan.) I don't really know where we are going with it but im hoping to send them on a quest…..send me ideas for that if you like….Anyway Review please! i love hearing your opinions!