Hi guys! I know it's been WAAAAY too long since I've updated GGABGTDGC, but I seriously need to do some re-building on that story. I mean, it doesn't even have a plot anymore! :P

So, this is about Son of Neptune, and what I think should happen when Percy and Annabeth meet again.

No, I won't make this easy for Percy. It helps with suspense. ;)

Disclaimer: I don't own.

~Elsie

Percy's POV

"Do you hear that?"

I looked up from talking with Bobby to see Gwen standing in the doorway, head cocked off to the side, listening. Lupa straightened, her wolf ears twitching.

Yes… she murmured. I do.

Standing, Lupa strutted out the door, her tail motioning for us to follow. I saw the other campers emerging from their blocks, standing in the doorways and whispering the same question to one another: What's going on?

Listening, I locked eyes with Reyna from where she was standing at the waterside. Slowly, she held a finger to her lips, signaling for us to be quiet. Slowly, she raised her arrow so that it was pointed at the glistening water, her blue eyes concentrating so hard I thought she would turn to stone she was so still. The Apollo kids followed her lead and held their bows at ready position, waiting for orders to fire. Listening, I heard a soft, stable humming noise, that crescendoed louder and louder, eventually causing the Venus block, which, besides the Neptune cabin, was closest to the water to cover their ears, faces wrinkling in distaste.

Lupa broke out into a run, with the high-order (Gwen, Bobby, Reyna, a girl named Christina, an Athena boy named Zane, and me) following at her tail…literally. When we arrived at the water side, we slid to a stop, gasping.

In front of us was a huge metal ship, sparkling in the afternoon sun. The build of the thing would have had any Vulcan kid examining it with new-found fervor, but it looked so alien that none of them would have dared.

Slowly, the doors on the front of the contraption opened to reveal a boy, with messy hair and electric blue eyes.

"Jason!" Reyna yelled, launching herself at him. At first her didn't react, but then he slowly, awkwardly, hugged her back. I could hear her soft sobs, and he rubbed her back, resting his chin on her head.

Jason? Is that truly you? Lupa asked, taking a tentive step forward. The boy, Jason, nodded, and she ran forward, knocking him and Reyna to the floor.

"Woah, Lupa! Yes, I'm alive. That's no reason to knock all of the air out of me!" The boy laughed, standing up. Lupa, even in wolf form, grinned, nudging his side with her face.

It's great to have you back, Pup. Where have you been? She asked. The boy stayed quiet, face directed at the floor, scuffling his pumas in the dirt.

"Were waiting," Christina said, crossing her arms. She was a daughter of Mercury; naturally, she wasn't very patient.

"Uh, Lupa? I'm gonna need a lot of time allotted to explain." He uttered quietly, fidgeting with his fingers. Reyna watched with questioningly, cocking her head to the side.

"Lupa!"

All of our heads snapped up to see a centaur galloping put of the ship, flanked by about 13 kids, all of which were wearing orange shirts and shorts Instead of our purple. He came to a stop before Lupa, neck inclined to see her better.

Chiron? Lupa asked. He nodded, and she grinned at him, too.

Long time no see, Centaur, Lupa greeted. Chiron nodded, reaching out and putting a hand on Jason's shoulder.

"I can probably explain where this young man was, with the help of a few of my campers-"

He was cut off by a car screeching to a stop, lit aflame and burning brighter than our eyes could stand. A girl, about 15, fell out, landing on her stomach in the sand.

"Land! Sweet land!" She yelled, throwing out her arms and hugging the ground. The orange-shirted kids chuckled, and Jason called out to her.

"Having some trouble there, Thalia?" He asked. Looking up, she glared at him from around her hair.

"Oh buzz off, Jason."

The other campers made funny little 'oooh' noises, some of them clapping and kthers making random wolf calls. Jason laughed, and went to help her up. Leaning forward around Bobby, I tried to see better, but it only got me a mouth full of sand as I fell forward. Lifting my head and spitting out sand, I shook the dirt out of my hair as I heard feet running in the sand.

"Are you okay?" A timid voice asked, small, femine hands helping me up. Sitting on my knees, my eyes met with stormy gray ones.

The girl was crouching down to my level, one of her knees resting in the sand. She had long blonde curls that were clustered in a high pony-tail atop her head, and blushing cheeks from where I was holding onto her arms for support. I let go of her arm slowly, keeping my eyes locked on hers.

"Sorry; I'm kinda a clutz." I told her, rubbing the back of my neck, embarrassed. She gave me a tiny smile that just barely graced her lips; It was a cute smile that seemed to light up the area…it told me that she hadn't smiled a lot lately.

"I'd imagine."

Why was she so quiet? Was she always this way? No, she wasn't. I could tell by the spark of rebellion that flamed in her eyes, the excited flush of her cheeks, her heavy breathing. No, it was just around me.

"Percy," I greeted, sticking out my hand. She looked at it was if I was handing her a dead cat.

"I know," she choked, rising to her feet and running off into the woods with lightning speed. The girl who fell, Thalia, and 2 others ran after her, calling out a name as they went.

"Annabeth! Come on, Anna, come back! Annabeth Chase!"

Hearing the same sent an unfamiliar zap through me, and I watched the girls until they were out of sight. Slowly, so slowly, I, too, rose to my feet, finding that they carried me to the forest where the girl, Annabeth, had disappeared.

"Percy? What're you doing?" Gwen asked, grabbing hold of my arm. I shook her off; I wasn't in the mood to play this game with her.

"I have to go after her. I don't know why, I just have to." I replied, breaking out into a run as I hurried to catch up with them leaving Gwen and the others staring at my back.

Piper's POV

"Annabeth!" I yelled, shoes slipping in the mud as Clarisse, Thalia and I ran after her, each of us breathing hard as we strived to catch up with the best runner at Camp Half-Blood. The only noise we had to go by that we were still on her trail was the occasional whimper or heart-broken sob through the dead-silent trees.

"Oh, Annabeth…" Thalia trailed off, slowing into a walk then coming to a stop before a large pine tree. All you could hear was sobs, and see the tear drops hitting the sand, staining it with sorrow as the broken girl sitting beneath wept. Thalia pulled off her cap, show casing a sobbing Annabeth, whose knees were pulled up to her chest, her body shaking. Her face was buried in her jeans, her fingers clutching her hair as if she just wanted to pull it all out. Clarisse and I sat on either side of her, with Annabeth's head resting on my shoulder and Clarisse's hand on her arm. Thalia crouched in front of her, eyes flashing with anger, sympathy, sadness and love for her sister-like figure as she set her hands on Annabeth's knees. Slowly Annabeth opened her red-rimmed eyes to gaze at us around her tears.

"I can't do this, Thalia. It's just too much. Fighting of a Hydra, Medusa, the Minotaur, anything is easier than this." Annabeth sobbed, burring her face in my shirt. I shushed her quietly, shocked. I had never seen Annabeth, strong, warrior princess Annabeth, break down crying this hard before.

Obviously, neither had Thalia.

"Annabeth Chase? Saying she can't do something? I hate to say it, but if the real, non-zombie Percy were here right now, he'd be shaking his head at you. What happened to Annabeth the Brave, taking down anything that challenged her, a force to be reckoned with?" Thalia scoffed, raising her voice. Annabeth raised her head to glare at her.

"Don't you get it? Percy has been there through everything I've ever done, always there, watching me or lending a helping hand when needed. We're a pair, Thalia; that's why he came and got me when I was holding up the sky, or when I was swimming to the Sirens before you came back to life, and he pulled me back up to the boat. We're like milk and cookies; we work best when we're together!" Annabeth yelled, holding onto Clarisse's sleeve with tight fingers. For once Clarrise didn't stop her; It was obvious how much her friend was breaking.

Suddenly, we heard a snap. Looking up, we examined to area until my eyes locked on bright, sea-green eyes.

"Uh…I can explain?"

So! How was it? Want more? Did I forget something? Hate it? Love it? Tell me your opinion! I'd appreciate it!

Oh, and there with be absolutely NO Thalico in this story….I really hate that pairing. One of the only reasons I like Thalia is because of her independence, and Nico is waaaaay too young for her.

So yes! Sorry if that makes anyone angry, but that's just the way I role. Have a nice day…..or night! :P

~Elsie