Annabeth was not a stalker.

Just because she was checking on Percy on the morning of his last day of school invisibly didn't make her a stalker. Following him around at his classes didn't make her a stalker, but she was flattered that he kept a picture of her in his notebook.

Then he blew up the school.

He blew up the school.

Annabeth wanted to slam her head in a wall, but there were more pressing matters at hand. Namely, the baby Cyclops Percy'd picked up somewhere. She hated the one-eyed monsters; they brought bad memories.

She shivered.

After Annabeth found out about Thalia's pine, she and Percy were introduced to the new activities director, Tantalus. They rushed to see Chiron before he left, and he made Annabeth promise to keep Percy out of trouble. She had no idea how she was going to do that.

It ended up involving sneaking out of camp, confronting Luke, and not being eaten by patrol harpies. It was sad that Annabeth had predicted something along those lines would happen.

When they'd finished running (or sailing) away from Luke, Annabeth discovered Percy's human compass abilities, Monster Donuts, and how much Clarisse liked blowing things up, including them. By the time Clarisse had finished, Annabeth was floating on a lifeboat from a zombie ship, drinking Dr. Pepper and trying to come up with a plan. Oh, and Percy was there, too. Then they washed up on the island of Circe, who tried to make Annabeth a sorceress (and a shrew), and succeeded in turning Percy into a rodent.

He made a cute guinea pig.

When they escaped that (with Percy back as a human), Annabeth told Percy about the island of the Sirens.

"I want you to do me a favor. The Sirens. . . we'll be in range of their singing soon." Please, please, please don't understand. You'll jump overboard and die. I'll try not to, but still. . . She didn't usually try to make people not understand her logic, but this was a special case.

"No problem," Percy said, "We can just stop up our ears. There's a big tub of candle wax below deck -"

She interrupted. "I want to hear them."

Percy blinked. "Why?" He's confused. Good.

"They say the Sirens sing the truth about what you desire. They tell you things about yourself you didn't even realize. That's what's so enchanting. If you survive. . . you become wiser. How often will I get that chance?"

Percy didn't look like he got it, but he reluctantly nodded anyway. Thank you.

Being the daughter of Athena, you could see how that was appealing to her. What she didn't realize was how strong the temptation would be – the temptation of what they sang about.

When they reached that black, craggy island, what Annabeth saw wasn't a black, craggy island with half-human, half-vulture creatures perched on the rocky beach. She saw Athena and her dad on a blanket in Central Park, waving and beckoning her toward them. She had redesigned New York, a grander and better New York built from gleaming white marble. And she had turned Luke back to her side. He was sitting next to her parents, smiling and laughing.

She'd done everything she'd ever dreamed of. But there were ropes holding her back. And Percy had put them there. How could he? He was supposed to be her friend. No friend was that cruel.

She waited until he wasn't looking, and cut the ropes and jumped. He couldn't get in her way now. Her head was held up, watching Luke and her parents. She'd be there soon.

Then all of a sudden there was water – water in her mouth, her eyes, choking her and breaking the Sirens' song. She started fighting.

The grass of Central Park turned into black sand that blended with the dark water. She could only barely make out the shape of mines floating in the salty water, and barbed wire that her foot nearly caught on. But what really caught her attention was the person holding her underwater. Percy.

Her head broke the surface of the water, and the faces of her parents and Luke flashed across her vision before they disappeared into the murky depths of Siren Bay. This time, Percy held her under long enough for her to start running out of air. He looked panicked, whipping his head around to look for something. His earplugs were still in, but she was too preoccupied with breathing to note how ridiculous he looked again.

The next thing she knew, she was in an air bubble that was big enough wrap around herself and Percy. Then she realized she couldn't hear the song anymore. She started sobbing. She didn't know what Percy felt, but she was reassured that he held her and let her quietly cry it out.

She was so lucky to have him. It didn't matter that much, at the moment, whether he was just a friend, or anything else; she had him, and that was the important thing.

When she'd recovered from the lure of the Sirens' song, Annabeth met the flesh-eating sheep that kept the Fleece safe from people like her and Percy. There was another reason Percy was here, which was to rescue Grover. If it hadn't been so scary that Grover had to go to such lengths to disguise himself, Annabeth would've laughed at the thought of her other best friend in a wedding dress.

She was fine with rescuing Grover and everything, but she hadn't counted on getting dropped on her head while wearing her invisibility cap. The whole point of a thing that made you invisible was that you couldn't be seen, therefore you shouldn't be knocked out while wearing it. Annabeth cursed herself for not factoring in the possibility that Polyphemus had learned to target by sound since Nobody had stabbed out his eye. Then she blacked out.

Percy must have gotten the Fleece, because she came around with something heavy covering her. Within a minute or so, she felt perfectly healthy. Then she tried to stand up, and felt like somebody had sucker punched her in the gut with an iron ball. She lay back down.

She got off the island all right, but then Clarisse, the knuckleheaded daughter of Ares, had to yell insults at the Cyclops when they were already on the ship. Then Polyphemus threw a really big rock, and sank the ship. They were all just lucky that Percy had a something else to save them with, because otherwise they'd be corpses at the bottom of the Sea of Monsters by now. It was also thanks to Tyson, the baby Cyclops. She guessed they weren't all bad.

Just before she fell asleep on the hippocampi, she heard Percy whisper, "You're a genius," in her ear. She smiled.

"Percy!" The Greek fire! He shoved the tip of his sword under the sparking pouch and flipped it into the Hephaestus chariot. It exploded, shredding the Hephaestus chariot just as Annabeth pulled their chariot across the finish line – in first place.

Even through the noise of the crowd, Annabeth made herself heard, because she owed someone something: "Hold up! Listen! It wasn't just us! We couldn't have done it without somebody else! We couldnt have won this race or gotten the Fleece or saved Grover or anything! We owe our lives to Tyson, Percy's -"

"Brother!" Percy finished. "Tyson, my baby brother." Annabeth smiled and kissed his cheek. The cheering rose even higher in volume.

Afterwards she wasn't quite sure why she did that, but she figured it was because he earned it. And because, y'know, he was totally the one.

*cringes* I'm planning on rewriting this and the first chapter.