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Disclaimer- Rick Riordan owns the wonderful world of Percy Jackson not this author. He also owns everything in bold which isn't Author's Notes.

Leo was working on the Argo II, again. He half-heartedly swept a hand across his forehead in a poor attempt of wiping the sweat from his brow leaving a lingering trail of grease as he did. Lately Leo had been working relentlessly on the ship, it was the most important thing he had ever built and he needed it to be perfect. He was so caught up in his work that he didn't even notice when his cabin mate opened the door.

Nyssa lent against the large door frame of Bunker 9 sighing as she watched a very sleep deprived teen put together the most complicated piece of machinery she'd ever seen. Leo's constant slavery he had put into this ship was starting to get to him and Nyssa had noticed. He'd been absent from countless dinners, lunches and breakfasts and could be heard stumbling to the Hephaestus cabin late at night, she was worried about him.

Right now Leo was working tirelessly, bent over a piece of celestial bronze and was hammering it into the right shape. Nyssa walked over to him dodging scrap metal at every step. As Nyssa got closer to Leo she could truly see the way his bones were protruding more prominently than they had before and the missing weight from his already skinny arms. Even though Nyssa knew how annoying it was to be disrupted in the middle of work she pulled the handle of the hammer out of Leo's hands before a disgruntled "Hey!" could be muttered, because he had to stop.

Leo looked up at her in clear annoyance, "Whatever do you want?" he said.

"Get up," she ordered. Leo reluctantly obliged standing eye to eye with his half-sister. Nyssa looked into Leo's sunken cheeks and prominent dark circles and knew that this had to end. In a very sincere tone she said "Leo, take a break."

Leo raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth as if to speak before Nyssa cut him off. "I'm serious Leo. You're taking a break. Go shower, eat, sleep, whatever. But you under no circumstance are coming back here again for at least a week."

"But Nys-"

"But nothing, you're going to work yourself to death. It's not as if we're completely useless you know, we can manage with you for a week."

The corners of Leo's mouth turned up as he looked at his sister. "Whatever you say sis," he grinned. Before Nyssa could argue Leo pulled her into a quick hug and started walking back to his cabin. Leo knew the importance of the ship but he also knew he needed to look after himself better for he couldn't remember when exactly he'd had his last shower or when he'd had a good night's sleep.

Whilst walking back to the Hephaestus cabin he passed the arena where a large crowd had gathered. He put off thoughts of showering just to see what was happening. Then he saw it, Connor Stoll was duelling Clarisse and he looked mad. Leo stood memorised in the battle, spear against sword. Clarisse was clearly the better fighter but Connor was driven by anger and dodged and parried her strikes like second nature. All of a sudden Clarisse lost her footing as Connor kicked the back of her knees, she slammed onto the floor. Connor's sword was at her throat, "Never disrespect him again," Connor spat.

The fight was over as Connor was attacked by his other half; Travis Stoll starting a series of cheers all around. As Clarisse rolled herself off the floor with a sour look on her face Leo overheard someone say, "That's what you get when you talk crap about Percy Jackson."

This comment left Leo mildly confused and slightly impressed. That's what Connor was so worked up about? Leo had known that Percy was clearly an important dude, with the whole camp tearing the world apart to search for him, then be willing to risk everything to get the Roman camp in the hopes that he would be there. But starting a fight over just one sly comment made about him seemed a little extreme. He almost felt a little jealous and he didn't even know the guy!

Which lead him to thinking. What was Percy really like?

Piper had just finished/escaped the climbing wall which had left her almost hairless on her arms and legs, which had gotten her to thinking, if I keep this up I won't ever have to shave again. She thought about this as she skulled down her much needed water when she heard a blood curdling scream. She whipped around to face the sound only to be ploughed down by a mass of brown fur. She saw Drew laughing hysterically as her vision narrowed and slowly faded to black.

When Piper woke the first thing she noticed was the throbbing in her head, then that she was laying on a makeshift bed in what she assumed to be the Big House. She tried to lift herself up onto her elbows but was stopped by the searing pain that had erupted in her right temple. She lay back down, defeated until she spotted a glass about three feet away filled with a honey coloured liquid. She extended her arm as far as it would go in an attempt to reach the glass but fell a centimetre or so short.

Sighing she shifted uncomfortably towards the end of the bed. She reached for the glass once again but as her fingertips grazed the rim she toppled off the bed into a disgruntled heap on the floor. The pain in her temples was unbearable as she clutched the sides of her head in a futile attempt to soothe the pain before reaching for the amber liquid once more. This time she gripped it tightly and downed the glass in one go. Full well knowing that that was a bad idea but was only concentrating on getting rid of the torturous pain inside her head. Almost immediately after she sculled the glass the white hot pain dulled to a bearable throbbing. Piper sighed in relief.

With her head a lot clearer Piper decided not to wait around to find out what the hell had happened but instead to search out Chiron. After carefully putting the empty glass down onto the table, she ventured into the corridor of the Big House. She passed the empty rec room, then a room identical to the one she had just come out of. Before she saw the familiar doorway into Chiron's office. She knocked gently on the wooden door before pulling it open and stepping inside.

She was greeted with old records, books, Party Pony t-shirts and a walls filled by photos of old demigods. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the most recent photo where she spotted a much younger Annabeth smiling widely, with her arms around a curly haired satyr and a green eyed boy. The second boy with his dark hair and mischievous grin could only be Percy Jackson, the one they were searching for.

It was obvious he was important to Annabeth, Chiron and the entire camp but her question was why? Why was Percy Jackson so admired?

Annabeth was sitting in Poseidon's cabin again. It was where she felt closest to Percy. Whether it be the salt that lingered in the air, the photos that lined his wall or even the blue of the room. It was just so… him. If she closed her eyes she could almost imagine that he was here sitting on the bed beside her, she could almost imagine that he'd never left. But that's what hurts the most. He didn't leave, he didn't intentionally break her heart or tear up her soul. She couldn't even hate him for leaving her because it wasn't his fault. Hera had taken him in the midst of one of the best summers of her life and it broke her heart.

She didn't even notice she was crying until she saw the tears splash onto her jeans. It just wasn't fair. She didn't even know if he was alive. It scared her that he could be dead and she wouldn't even know, and they would keep searching but only find a corpse.

As she cried she lay her head against his pillow and eventually drifted off into an uneasy sleep. Then the nightmare began. For there was Percy, looking at her with those dazzling eyes and that easy smile before lurching forward, like he'd been hit from behind. He immediately crumpled to the floor withering in pain, screaming in agony. Annabeth tried to run to him, screaming but her legs and voice wouldn't cooperate. Then she saw what had hit him, an arrow was protruding out of the small of his back, his Achilles heel. Blood was everywhere. Percy looked at her with pain straining his green eyes as he choked out his final words, "Why didn't you save me?" Before his eyes turned to glass and his heart stopped.

"ANNABETH!" Jason shouted, shaking her awake. He had heard the screaming from his cabin and had come running.

Annabeth still didn't open her eyes but she kept screaming. "PERCY!" as tears poured down her face. Jason kept shaking her until the screaming stopped and Annabeth whispered, "Why didn't I save you?"

Jason desperately tried to get her to open her eyes. "ANNABETH WAKE UP!" Suddenly Annabeth bolted upwards and sprung her eyes open, revealing the look of pure terror in them. Jason narrowly avoided being knocked over by Annabeth but didn't miss the fear in her eyes. Quickly her eyes softened and she began to cry quietly to herself. Jason was at a loss of what to do, for he knew hugging her or telling her everything would be alright would only be awkward and insincere. So as her tears fell he fumbled around for a tissue in his pocket.

By the time he had found one Annabeth had already begun wiping her tears quickly away and trying to compose herself. Jason offered her the tissue with which she accepted gratefully.

"I'm sorry you had to see that," Annabeth said her voice gravelly.

"No, no you shouldn't be sorry. But um, are you okay?" Jason blurted out uncomfortably. Annabeth tilted up the corners of her lips and nodded. It was just a dream, Annabeth. Just a dream.

"But thanks Jason, for before." She took a deep breath. "I, I just wish he was here you know?"

Jason really didn't know what to say to that, he'd known Percy had meant a lot to Annabeth but he had never really seen just how much. A tiny voice in the back of his mind wondered if anyone missed him like that but he dismissed the thought.

But it did get Jason wondering. "What makes this Percy guy so special?"

Next thing he knew Jason was sitting in a circle in his cabin with Leo, Piper and Annabeth. A loud 'pop' sounded and a thick envelope dropped in Piper's lap. She picked it up carefully and read who it was addressed to;

"To Jason, Piper, Leo and Annabeth,

Zeus's Cabin, Half-Blood Hill

Long Island, New York."

Piper opened the letter and read aloud.

"Dear demigods,

Lately Piper, Jason and Leo have all been thinking about Percy Jackson. If he was a good leader, how powerful he was, was he a good person and all that stuff. So all of you (minus Annabeth) just really want to know what was he really like? So I the most coolest and awesomest god ever decided to ask the 9 muses if I could borrow their copy of this hero's adventures. There are 5 books all in his point of view so you get a better understanding of his personality. And I included Annabeth because I figured she would also like to see his point of view on things ;).

From the hottest god,

Apollo

P.S. Time will be frozen while you read so preparations for your ship will not be put on hold, yada, yada.

P.P.S Annabeth no spoilers please."

As soon as Piper finished reading the envelope another 'pop' sounded and it evaporated.

Then with a blinding light and yet another 'pop' a book appeared on Jason's lap. He read the title aloud, "Percy Jackson and the Lightning thief."

Annabeth stared at the book with nostalgia, remembering their first quest. If only things were that simple now she thought sadly. She would give anything to be back retrieving Zeus's lightning bolt with Percy and Grover than to be here without him.

"Okay, I guess I'll read first," Jason volunteered.

I ACCIDENTALLY VAPOURIZE MY MATHS TEACHER

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Hope you have enjoyed will update ASAP as I'm almost finished chapter 2.

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