A/N: This is a mid-length story about how a movie star finds love in a prison.

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Full Introduction:

Preparing a movie, Percy Jackson, the famous young actor, director and model, heartthrob of Hollywood, went to a place in order for his movie to be produced with higher reliability. In the infamous prison, Annabeth Chase, the tough leader of the female prison, the woman holding tons of guards' heart hostage, found herself unable to resist the attraction from Hollywood.

Meet Percy Jackson, producer, actor and director. A 25 year-old slowly rising to fame.

Meet Annabeth Chase, an ordinary girl whose not in control of her own life, whose fate was not in her own hands.

Percy Jackson, 25, spotted coming out of a prison, and not just any prison, it is the infamous female prison, the one and only in San Francisco with the most influential criminals and drug dealers. What is he doing there? Who is he seeing? And what not, his manager is with him. From the looks on their faces, the young Hollywood heartthrob isn't quite happy about the trip.

According to his spokesman, this visit is for the purpose of the next film. The 25 year-old producer and director let out the message that he is working on a new film, but will not be giving out details about the movie just yet.

That was a section from a random magazine was cut out and stuck on the wall of a prison cell next to one prisoner's bunk bed.

"Is he the Percy Jackson you're always fangirling over?" The gray-eye blonde asked with a scoff, her back turned to the owner of the bunk bed.

"Yes?" She answered the blonde fearfully. "He was here. Mother." She declared defiantly, "a few days ago," she added, much to the blonde's annoyance.

The blonde nodded in acknowledgment of the answer and sauntered away slowly, not feeling the need to tell her that he was here for her. Throwing one last despicable glance at the piece of paper plastered on the wall.

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The next film was only just an idea that had been in Percy's mind for a long time initially, it wasn't something that he was determined to make, but since its birth, the idea had been developing in his mind rapidly, in the end, Percy decided to give it a shot before ditching it completely.

"What is the film going to be about?" His manager, Nico Di Angelo asked. This manager of his had been with him even before he became famous. They were cousins and they were best friends, although they did have many disagreements, but they weren't anything unresolvable.

"I want it to be about a female prison, but I don't know anything about it, nor do I know where to find all the sources." Percy expressed his frustration honestly to his close relative.

"Speaking of which, I actually have a place for you." Nico said excitedly.

"Where?" That got Percy's attention, he lifted his eyes up and turned to his manager, asking him with a voice full of enthusiasm.

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The car stopped in front of an old building with fences surrounding the four sides. The building was big and dark, even under the bright dazzling sunlight, it looked void of light. As a celebrity with a requested special visit, he was led straight to the warden's office. The most elegant place in the whole area. The warden's office was a dull place, however, the lights were not dim like the ones elsewhere making it appear to be warmer. The cold weather made the house look even more freezing and unwelcoming.

It's the middle of a winter day. The warden was just taking his nap, but the phone call from Nico had got him on his feet at once. Welcoming the young international star into the room, he offered him a cup of warm coffee in which he nicely declined.

"Mr Warden, we're only here to make investigations to form ideas in order to develop the new film that Mr Jackson is planning on making." Nico went straight to the topic, not wanting to spend any minute longer in the suppressed space. The two visitors remained standing, not planning to sit and have a chat any time soon. "We'd like you to take us to the inmates and the cells, introducing a person that we can question will also be in our favor." He requested.

"As you wish, gentlemen." The warden heaved a silent subtle sigh, standing up from his chair, he led them through the dark hallway himself before handing them over to the guard on duty at the entrance. "You have until the visiting hours in the afternoon." He instructed, and then left with a nod of goodbye to the celebrity.

Percy and Nico followed the guard deeper down the hall, walking through a door consists of metal bars, they saw bunk beds with walls separating one with another. Two people would share a space together. Their sheets and everything were white, their clothes were in the mixed shade of the colors yellow and khaki. It was plain with no decoration apart from their full name's initials on it. Despite every clothing being white and bright colored, the room was still lit with only a few lamps, radiating off a dim pale gleam from the four corners and from the one atop on the ceiling.

When they turned their heads to scan around the room after their existence in the common cell gained attention from the prisoners, they saw a light in the far corner flickered then darkened. Percy narrowed his eyes in that direction in curiosity, but then decided to drop it, maybe that light had a connection problem. When the guards went with Nico for an inquiry on their job and their life as guards, Percy suddenly felt all eyes on him and analyzing him closely.

Before he could take a step, a group of girls who were just about his age swarmed around him, giggling and pointing fingers at him. Some brave ones even prepared a paper and a pen for him to sign on, they stuffed the materials under his nose as if he couldn't see properly. Signing off a few autographs, he suddenly remembered his purpose of the trip here. Flashing them a smile, he looked away from the crowd, contemplating whether or not he should just pull out a random fangirl to ask questions, but soon decided against it.

As his eyes roamed around the room, he faintly saw smoke coming out of a far corner where the light flickered off. Pointing a finger in that general direction, he asked the girls around him who quietened when he was about to speak.

"Is the wire on fire there?" He asked only out of safety concerns, he knew that the facilities could be poor in this place.

"Oh no, it's The Lord. She's smoking again." One of the input, at least that was the only clear answer he'd heard from a bunch of shouts.

Percy could hardly imagine that this place was the only one in this big city for most influential female criminals.

"Whose the Lord?" He asked, scrunching up his eyebrows in confusion.

"Annabeth Chase." That same person said out loud, but was quickly slapped by the others.

"Don't call her full name. You're not allowed, even Piper's only allowed to call her by her first name." The person who shushed her scolded.

"Lord Annabeth." She quickly changed her tone and her words, trying to redeem her mistake.

Suddenly developing interest in this Annabeth Chase, she sounded like the mob head around here, in this prison. Percy thought she must be someone in mid-age and someone very experienced with corporate crimes. "Can I meet her?" He asked, voicing his thoughts.

The crowd suddenly went silent, some even walked away with their heads down. Percy was even more confused. When his expression merged from excitement to confusion and to annoyance, he was facing a crowd of muted people. It seemed that she wasn't planning on showing her face herself, so he started to walk towards the direction of the smoke. The crowd gasped, but no one stood up to stop him.

He could smell the smoke from nearby the corner. When he was near, he felt that he had been engulfed by darkness, with the lowered whispered talk coming from that place, he felt a cold shiver traveling down his spine.

Before he could make a sound with his mouth, the talking stopped. The atmosphere became tense and the temperature dropped straight down. Urging himself to move forward in order to meet this mysterious Annabeth Chase, rounding the corner formed by two walls, he found himself soon standing in front of two girls, one in tank top and another in a sports bra with a tank top clutched in her hand. Both of them were wearing a pair of old saggy jeans. In the windowless surrounded darkness, he couldn't make out anything. The only visible items were their clothing and a orange light coming from the cigaret head. He had took in their dress by the shades and the vague outline.

Closing his eyes for a moment to let his eyes adjust to the lighting, when he opened them again, he found himself face to face with one of them, her were in dark shades, because there were very little reflection of light. He heard faintly that the two women on the floor muttered a short conversation as his eyes were getting used to the darkness.

Finally, one of them started talking, to him. "Who are you?" She asked, her tone intimidating and demanding. At first, he thought she was Annabeth, but on second thought, he didn't think this Annabeth Chase would have the need to kick someone out herself. "Why are you here?"

Although not the expected greeting, but that would do, for now. "Percy Jackson, I came to see Annabeth Chase." His voice quivered a little by the startling voice from the girl.

Looking past her, his eyes went back to the floor, assuming that the one on the floor, smoking would be their Lord. Someone cleared their throat from the corner. The girl in front of Percy looked down to that person, Annabeth, and then quickly turned her attention back on him.

"The Crime Lord will not see anyone." She ordered simply, yet her command sounded really powerful. Even without looking, Percy could felt the eyes of the girl on him, glaring at him, burning a hole through his forehead. "You will see yourself out." She repeated the same instruction, this time the force was stronger, urging Percy to leave.

"I wish to make an appointment with Annabeth Chase next time." He said before leaving, that was the only sentence he was able to manage under the intense gaze of the girl without the cigaret.

Moving out of the corner, his feet led him out of the darkness involuntarily. When he was out in the brightness, the other prisoners all gazed up at him, but none of them were as enthusiastic as they were when he first entered. Walking up to a random person, he leaned on her wall, wanting to know something about their Lord and her friend.

"That person is Piper McLean." The prisoner said. "I'm going to get punished for saying their full names today." She then muttered to herself quietly, hoping that Percy didn't hear it, but he did. Not reacting, she continued to inform him. "Piper allows us to call her by her first name but forbad us to use her surname. She'd prefer Master, but The Lord doesn't allow it for some reason. As to The Lord, we are forbidden to use her name, we are only allowed to call her 'My Lord' normally or 'Lord Annabeth' when she's in a good mood. We reference her as 'The Lord' behind her back. They both forbad us to use their surnames, for some reasons that we don't know and are not allowed to ask." She paused, letting the information sink into Percy's brain. "Piper's The Lord's second in-command. She will talk to the people that want to talk to The Lord, she's the only one allowed to make direct contact with her. It might not be my place to say, but I'm getting punished already today, so I might as well tell you this." She said, looking up at Percy with fearful eyes.

Percy was about to stop her, telling her that he wouldn't force her to say anything she didn't want to or was not supposed to, but she insisted. "Piper's secretly dating the warden's son before she ends up in here. The son, Jason Grace, often smuggle her a few things occasionally. The details I don't know, but I can tell you that the relationship is real." Her confession surprised Percy, but he let her continue, he needed the information. "The Lord had a boyfriend outside of prison, his name was never known to us. Piper probably knows. But that's not the main thing." She paused, looking around to check her environment. "Her parents are Athena and Fredrick." She said, giving him a final nod, telling him that she had finished and it was his cue to leave.

He thanked her and left, meeting up with Nico on his way out.

"So, what have you got?" Percy asked once they were out of the common cells and in to the hallway. Recovering from his shock, and not wanting to be laughed by Nico, he remained calm.

"Just the general facts that I can get from the internet. You?" Nico answered briefly.

"Not much." Percy shrugged, recalling to the two girls in the corner that frightened him. "We have to dig up some information on two people." He said, informing Nico and retelling everything that had happened after they separated in the prison.

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Annabeth Minerva Chase, normally Annabeth Chase or Annabeth M. Chase, sometimes just with A.M.C..

The day they got back to their residence, Percy and Nico started their respective research. Nico went online to find more about the prison and Percy went to dig up information about the two mysterious girls he had met. Ignoring all the fangirls, not that he had remembered any of their faces apart from the one who had told him about the two leaders.

On his notepad, he jotted down the following information:

Annabeth M. Chase

25, been in prison since 18. Sentenced for 10 years, no parole probation allowed.

Mother- Athena Parthoens

Father- Fredrick Chase

Reasons for sentence/charge- drug dealing and murder of several lives (trumped-up, scapegoated)

Due to the comments behind the charges along with the prohibition on probation, he decided to look up her case, but the public case file didn't include hers. He didn't want to stir up the police department, so he decided to do a research on her parents. While he was on that, his notes on Piper McLean was written on the next page of his notebook.

At last, he hit the cell-phone of the IT friend of his, Leo Valdez, asking his help in the background search of the newly discovered people. On the same page, he had added the information about her parents down, briefly concluding it next to their names.

In that dark corner, two women was seated against the wall, both in a pair of faded saggy jeans and a very thin piece of clothing on top. A blonde with stereotypical princess curl, about the age of twenty-five occupied the actual corner, she had a lit cigaret in the corner of her mouth; one of her leg stretched out straight and another bent for her arm to be rested on. The other woman, a choppy brunette, seated on the floor leaning against one of the wall adjacent to the corner, next to the lamp that was lit before. She had her leg crossed and her arms crossed at the wrists, resting her forearms on her upper thigh. She had nothing in hand, a belly button piercing reflecting the very little, almost invisible light, giving out a silver lining.

"Your eyes, Annabeth, they do shine." The brunette mused out loud.

Annabeth nodded, although positive that the speaker wouldn't see the reaction. Blowing out a mouthful of smoke in to the air, she tilted her head back down in the direction of the speaker. "Why are you telling me this? McLean." She asked in a deafening soft but hard voice.

"Piper, please, I beg you to leave out my last name." McLean pleaded, she wasn't sure why she pointed out anything about Annabeth's eyes, but the use of her last name caught her attention more.

"Why?" Annabeth asked, demanding a more convincing answer, though she had heard the story countless of times already.

"You know why. Please, My Lord, I beg you." Piper said, still pleading her Lord to put her out of her misery.

"Explain to me." Annabeth commanded, this sounded more like an order than a question.

"My father's the famous actor, and I don't want to ruin his reputation." Piper answered, keeping the replies shorter and shorter each time.

"No." Annabeth blew out another cloud of smoke, looking up at the ceiling, she continued. "No, that's not the reason."

"I knew you knew it all along, why do you want me to keep repeating it." Piper whined, really not wanting to get in to the topic.

"I want you to tell me." Annabeth said simply, not taking her eyes off the smoke coming out from the end of the cigaret she was now holding between her index and middle finger.

"But why?" She asked. This subject had been included in their discussions multiple times, and the same questions was asked, in which the same answers were given.

"Because I want you to be confident in yourself." Annabeth explained.

"I am." Piper protested, mildly. "Quite confident in myself." She added weakly.

Annabeth remained silent, and that was not the answer nor the treatment Piper expected and wanted.

"If you can't appear to be confident, then how do you expect the followers to respect you." Annabeth said pointedly after a long moment of silence.

Piper stared, this was the first time Annabeth gave her the reason to why she had pressed her every time they talked about the last name issue.

"If you don't prove to me that you're confident enough, your last name will be the indication of you from me." Annabeth said, detecting that Piper might need one more push to open up.

"You pressure me in to talking about my last name issue whenever I said something about your eyes, your name or simply something about your past." Piper declared, feeling like this might be the final straw.

Annabeth smacked her mouth, sending out a warning to the brunette, telling her that her patience was wearing out. Piper recoiled and stopped prying, knowing that she would be dreaming to get anything out of her.

"Fine, I'll talk." Piper said, giving up to their Crime Lord. Annabeth turned her attention back on her, expression softened, and waited for her to start. Piper felt her eyes fixed on her, turning away, feeling a surge of nervous wave through her body, she took a few quiet breaths.

Footsteps sounded around the corner, making Piper swallowed back everything.

Both of them held their breath and listened carefully around them. Frowning, they glanced at each other with the same question in their mind, who? They were certain that no one in the jail would dare to disobey their rules, and they were also sure that they'd ordered everyone to stop anything from interrupting them when the light was off.

None of them murmured anything, they just looked up when they felt a presence blocking their exit/entrance. Looking up, they could see the man in their doorway crystal clear. He wasn't stranger to either of them, but the man had always despised them, in which the feeling was mutual. In a way, the women saw the man as despicable.

"The smoke ain't SOS." Annabeth rolled her eyes and muttered to no one in particular.

"No shit." Piper muttered an agreement back.

"Percy fucking Jackson." Annabeth spoke in an undertone, her speech full of distaste and dislike. "The motherfucker." She heaved out an audible sigh that covered up the swearing.

"Touché." Piper nodded, agreeing whole-heartedly.

They exchanged a weary and annoying but knowing smile, and with a shook of head from Annabeth, Piper stood up.

"Who are you?" She demanded to the unexpected visitor harshly. Studying his face carefully and closely, she could feel his uncertainty and his doubts for his decision. Knowing that one more push might make him back up, she threw him another inquiry. "Why are you here?"

Scowling, Piper could feel Annabeth's eyes on him, analyzing him from inside out. Seeing the fear in his eyes, Piper smirked inwardly. Staring at him with an intense forceful glare, she could also imagine the expression on the Crime Lord's face, her signature lop-sided grin.

Percy's fearful reply made Piper want to laugh, she had intimidated him.

Just as Annabeth pinched on to the short, almost-gone burning cigaret, pulling it away from her mouth after a deep inhale of breath. She held her breath to savor the taste of the smoke powdered particle. Averting her eyes away from the visitor, she could felt his eyes on her. The lop-sided grin grew wider on her face as she exhaled that long breath, eyeing the smoke coming out of her mouth and into the air. Pleased with the effect Piper had on Percy, she decided it was time to let put the visitor out of his misery and get her privacy back.

When Annabeth was sure that Percy had finished checking her out, she cleared her throat, making Piper turn around to look at her. Motioning with her eyes, she told Piper to get rid of the guy. Piper understood and with an amused smirk tugging on her lips, she turned back to Percy.

"The Crime Lord will not see anyone." She declared, sounding forceful. Percy staggered back a tiny step, and to prevent himself from stammering, he decided to remain silence. Seeing that he would not move, Piper glowered with contempt. "You will see your self out." She ordered.

Percy started to turn away, knowing that the two girls wouldn't take him in this time, he wished to test his luck next time, so he let out a statement. "I wish to make an appointment with Annabeth Chase next time." He said, pretending to be calm on the outside, but the women could detect his scared feeling.

Annabeth eyed his actions with an emotionless face and an amused eyes. When he disappeared around the corner to where he came from, they waited for a few moment before letting out a fit of merciless taunting laughter.

"That fucker." She chortled, more to herself. Shaking her head in amusement at the bold actions carried out by the Hollywood star. Clicking her tongue when she thought of the possible reason to why the guy would know her full name, knowing that if it weren't for the celebrity's presence, the crowd would be punished somewhat.

The ringing bell notifying them of the visiting hour had begun broke the peacefulness and the quietness between the two when Piper stood up, ready to walk out.

"Jason's coming today." Piper announced, adjusting her bra strap and put on the tank top she had been clutching on this whole time, smoothing out the wrinkles. She stood with her hands on her hips, staring down at Annabeth as if waiting for her dismissal. "How do I look?" She asked, turning around.

Laughing at Annabeth's friendly scowl, Piper turned and started to walk away.

"Tell Grace I said hi." Annabeth called behind her, sourly. "And you owed me something, don't forget." She added as a reminder, obviously the latter was more important.

"I will," Piper whispered with a nod of appreciation. "See ya." She waved, and much to her surprise, Annabeth waved back with a grin that hid and covered up all the bitterness in her.

Reaching for the pack of cigaret she stored in her bra, she lit up the last tobacco currently on her. Tasting the cheap nicotine coming in from her mouth and going out from her nostrils, she threw her head back against the walls and shut her eyes, focusing her thoughts on the cigaret in her hand that was next to her mouth. Taking a sip whenever her mind started to drift off to the events that happened.

A/N: Worth a review?