He isn't sure when became a leader

He's glad she's by his side

Someone has to tell him what to do

Slap him upside the head sometimes

She of course should take charge

She always knows what to do

And while he may not be all that bright

She's glad he's with her too

He remembers the night he first saw her

Looking him over filled with hope

While his head spun with the prayer that it's just a bad dream

But the nightmare had only begun

He is lucky to have her

She's lucky to have him too

They'll never admit it of course

But they've seen all of it through

They've been lost

Hopeless

So undoubtedly done for

And somehow still made it out alive

But now he can't describe the despair

Of knowing there's no way out

But further down into the abyss

So he clings to the "I love you" that slips from her lips

In fact, he just clings to her

That's all he has

At least, if they die

They'll do it together like always

He can't see in the darkness

He knows she's there

And suddenly he knows

Suddenly he's aware

That it just isn't fair

After all that they've done

He will not let her die

Gaea hasn't won

Something inside him changes

Hardens to a soldier that lurked inside

Plans may be her job

But he'll find a way to get them out alive

He holds her a little tighter

The wind whistles and the darkness brightens

To slightly above pitch blackness

The end is nearly here

But he won't let her die

Not Annabeth, not his Annabeth

He's glad she can't read his mind

He knows he's being possessive, acting strange

He's desperate

There's no way to keep from going splat

On the floor of Tartarus

And only in the doormat

But then a faint whisper

Makes it into his ear

"Percy! Water!" Annabeth yells

Just loud enough for him to hear

And there's the immediate plan

They won't die

They'll make it

Just like old times.