Hello readers. I will make the Lemon but after the end of this story. It will be made like a one shot but still is used as the same scene from my story. K? Because some people didn't understand what I was trying to say before so yeah, READ ON!

*PERCY POV*

Alright, so here's the plan; we get on my flying horse, fly out of here, and go find my mom. Sounds pretty full proof right? The reason why I know were my mom lives is because I have dreams of her. I can never really see her face well in those dreams, but I can make out some things. Like her warm eyes, her wonderful smile, her dark hair. I know she lives in New York because once my dream led me there, not really led me there but showed me the address to her house. Like I was standing in font of the apartment, I knew exactly where to find her. I felt like I've lived there before, maybe in another life. But really, I just care about finding her right now.

Annabeth went back to her cabin to get some stuff. I packed some cloths; like extra shirts, pants, boxers; you never know what you'll need on a trip. I made my way to the stables to find Blackjack, my Pegasus.

Hey boss, how are ya? Did ya get me some more sugar cubes?

"Really Blackjack, don't call me boss, you know I hate titles." I whispered back to him. I could just talk to him in my mind, but I only did that when someone else is around. You know how some people can get freaked out when you start talking to a random horse; yeah, it ain't pretty.

Sorry boss, so how bout them sugar cubes? You know I can't live without em'!

I fished around my pocket and took out some sugar, and don't ask why I have sugar in my pocket. Having a horse who always reminds you to bring him sugar can grow on you ya know!

"Fine, seriously one of these days you would have eaten so much junk that you will look like a flying pig not a horse and that's going to be the day that I won't be able to stop laughing!" I whispered, completely out of breath after my mini lecture that didn't have a pause.

"Percy, are you OK? Why are you yelling to that poor horse?" See I told you they would think I'm crazy or something!

"Sorry Annabeth, this is Blackjack. Blackjack this is Annabeth.

Oh so she's the Annabeth I've heard so much about! Well, tell her it's a pleasure to meet such a beautiful. Oh, and hey boss, you sure know how to pick em'!

"What?" I yelled, forgetting the whole, 'looking like a crazy loon'.

"What did I do?" Annabeth asked, looking completely baffled. Then her expression changed, she looked from me to Blackjack. She looked like she was thinking about something; like she was trying to figure out the answer to some impossible math question. Then her face changed again, she mouthed the word 'Oh' and smiled.

"You can speak to Blackjack with your mind right? Because of your father creating the horse, now I remember." She had a triumphant look in her eye, like she just figured out another strategy to beat me.

Wow, and she's smart too. Nice going boss!

Alright Blackjack! Wait, when did you hear about her? And what did you hear?

Oh nothing, just that you two love each other and spent the night together. I heard that satyr IM your cousin Prince Nico about it. Oh, and some other Aphrodite children were giggling about it.

Oh Grover is going to die, right after Sir Nico . . .

"Percy, are you okay? You've been staring at that wall for a while know, and are you . . . blushing?" She looked amused. I got a quick idea; I grabbed her waste, spun her around once, and pressed her body against mine. The look on her face was priceless! She looked stunned by the sudden spin, but then her cheeks flushed. Ha! Everything's going according to plan.

Then I kissed her, lightly at first, but then I tilted my head slightly to deepen the kiss. Then I pressed my body against hers a little bit harder. But I never thought of Annabeth fighting back, she kissed me with a little more force and pushed back harder and knocked me to the ground. She landed on top of me, our lips never separating. But once I landed, all the air in my lungs left with a great WHOOSH and I gasped for air. She took this as an opportunity to turn this little innocent kiss, into a full blown French make out. My hand that was on her back started to get lower and lower, so did her hand. But all of a sudden she stopped, and got up. Her face flushed and bright red, she had on a grin.

"That's all you're getting tonight . . . Prince," she smirked and walked away, she picked up her bag and slung it on her shoulder. I couldn't help thinking that she looked sexy.

Ahem, Prince? You still know that I'm here right?

Uh huh, whatever Blackjack, just don't tell Poseidon OK?

Sure boss, I won't tell your father.

I winced at the sound of that word, father. I was still mad at him for embarrassing me and for resenting my presence. It's his fault I'm the way I am. I am to powerful, to smart in battle, to skilled for my level, almost invincible, I have invisible scars; emotional scars that can never be healed. But most of all, I am motherless. Almost like a bastard child, I had unwed parents; so I guess I could eventually be one, or maybe I am, I don't know but I don't want to find out.

"Alright let's go," I announced, getting up off the hay covered floor.

"Are you alright Percy? Hey I didn't make you mad or anything-"

"No Annabeth, it's not you, I'm fine. Let's just not talk about it alright?" I asked with a sigh. She looked a little sad then sympathetic. Ugh! That's all anyone gives me, sympathy! I always get it! How many times have I freaked out about it? We'll a lot! Can't people tell that I don't need sympathy? Like that really helps a person! Even ask that guy from that band QUEEN, he even said, and I quote, 'I need no sympathy' from Bohemian Rhapsody! Never mind, let's not get into this subject right now.

I got on Blackjack with my bag slung across my back, ready for anything. Annabeth looked up to me; we had a moment that past between us. It was like we were exchanging thoughts. All of the anger I had toward her and the world, just seemed to evaporate. I gave her my hand and she took it. She climbed behind me and took my book bag off of my shoulders. I didn't understand why at first, but then she placed it behind her and scooted closer to me. I still had my head turned to her; she gave me a smile and put her arms around my waist. She leaned in and gave me a kiss, not like the heated one from before. But a sweet kiss, we broke apart and she laid her head on my shoulder. I gave Blackjack a signal to fly,

Nice going boss, but I must say so myself get a room!

Too late for that Blackjack.