When I decided to write another fanfic, I decided to base it off of a song, and that song is "When Your Gone" by Avril Lavigne. I've been listening to it for hours. =P My first PJ fanfic…I hope you guys like it! I hope to be able to update regularly in this story because a lot of it is prewritten, so yeah! :D Please read and review, it'll help and motivate me lots! Thanks!

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson. I wish!

I chose never again to fight with Percy. The days feel like years when I'm not with him. When he's gone, the pieces of my heart are broken and lost. Everything I do reminds me of him, so it's virtually impossible to forget about him. The thing protruding from my stomach is the other thing that is impossible to forget, and is a direct lead to triggering my mind on thoughts of Percy. I don't understand why he left. The monsters are a thing of the past. I start to wonder if it is this thing inside of me. If that was the case, I hated this stupid baby. It was more of a monster then anything Percy and I ever fought in the past. It ruined everything.

Does he see how much I need him right now? To get through this? Does he realize that I can't do this on my own? I need to hear the words that get me through the day. He makes it okay. I cry everyday, hoping and praying that he will come back to me, and if he doesn't come back to me, then just keep him safe forever. I sit on my windowsill, my knees up to my chest as I stare hopefully out my window as I do every night. I watch the stars move across the sky for hours, hoping they'll guide me to Percy, or they will guide him back to me.

We were made for each other, out here together forever. Obviously, the gods aren't on my side now. I silently beg my mother for assistance, for guidance. All I get in response is the faint call of an owl, and hundreds of crickets making their music. I never thought this would happen to Percy and I. What have we done wrong? It's been 3 years since we've left Camp Half-Blood, since we've left our childhood life at camp. We haven't fought any monsters, killed any beasts, gone on any quests in those 3 years since leaving our safe haven camp in trade for the weight of the world on our shoulders.

I was crying so hard now I could barely breathe. If Percy were here, he would know how to calm me down. Frankly, I don't even know how to calm myself down. He is my savior in this type of conflict. His angry face is still fresh in my blank mind. I don't have any money now, since Percy had a job, and I stayed home. I walk over to his clothes that lay heaped on the floor and pick up his shirt, filling my nose with the scent of his comforting smell, a smell that would calm me in any situation.

I sulked down the mahogany staircase, Percy's shirt still firmly clenched in my hand. Flopping down on the sofa, I curl up into a ball and hug his shirt close to my chest. As soon as I start to drift off, there is a firm knock on the door. I sleepily walk to the bolted front door, unlatch the hook stupidly, because I don't know who is behind the door. I don't and can't feel safe anymore without Percy. I slowly open the heavy door, and peek out to see a tall, muscular man with silver crutches. He was staring curiously at me, like he knew me. Even in my sleepy state, I did not know this man. I looked him up and down, and felt a spark of recognition. "Hi. I'm looking for…Annabeth Ch-" He cuts himself off and continues to speak. "Annabeth Chase." I stare hard at him. He has curly brown hair, dressed in a bright orange t-shirt that had some kind of logo on it, and baggy blue jeans.

"I'm her." I said stupidly, fumbling with the lock on the door, getting ready to shut the door and quickly bolt it up again. "I, I have a, er, request that you come back to Camp Half-Blood." I stood there in utter shock. Of course, I was always invited back to Camp anytime I wanted, but requested? Is this guy serious? I narrowed my eyes at him, taking in every inch of him. My jaw slowly opens and I start to stutter. "Gro…Grover?" I ask suspicious, yet with enough firmness to make him answer me. He looks up at me from the ground and smiles at me with his goat-toothed grin. "Yes!" I step up and hug him hard. He is the only thing I have left of Percy right now. "You don't know how much I've missed you," I say, starting to cry. He strokes my hair to calm me down, just as Percy would.

"Come on, Annabeth. Let's go inside. It's cold out." Wow, has Grover grown up. Usually he would be the one shivering and asking to go inside to warm up. I follow him inside the deathly lonely house and he sits me down on the sofa, plopping down beside me in Percy's favorite chair. He notices that I am quiet, which he remembers me as talkative as ever, and asks. "Annabeth? Is there something wrong?" He asks me quietly. I look down at the bump on my stomach, then back at him with teary eyes. "Yes," I say, barely audible. He sits up, elbows set on his knees. "Tell me," he says his eyes full of sincere concern. I sigh deeply, and then lean farther back into the couch, hoping it will engulf me and never let me out. "Percy," I gulp, and is all I have to say to make him realize that Percy's gone and I can't find him. "Oh Annabeth," he says, not dropping his intent gaze.

Only I know I'm pregnant, and possibly Percy. I need to decide now if I'm to tell Grover. After all, he is basically family to Percy and I, and I think Percy would want him to know. I think. I sigh again. "And," I continue, looking down at my stomach. Grover catches my gaze and looks where I am. A silent tear falls down my cheek and lands on my shirt. "Oh, Annabeth." He gets up and bends down in front of my face and wipes the tears away from my face, again, something Percy would've done. I start to cry more violently, which makes my stomach hurt. "Annabeth, don't cry. It'll be okay." He pulls me up into a hug. We stand there silently for a while, my tears soaking his shirt.

When I finally settle down, he starts to speak again. "Well, in your current…condition, I don't know how we'll get you back to Camp." He looks over at me again and I see him gulp as I ask, "Why is it that I have to go back?" He looks down at the floor like it just became the most interesting thing in the world. "Because Percy said so." I jumped up and screamed, "What!" He stood up next to me and pulled me back down. "Shhh, don't put so much stress on yourself. It's not good for you or…yeah." He explained. "What did he say to you? To Chiron?" I asked frantically. I wanted to ask if Percy told them to tell me that he missed me, or that he loved me, or that he was sorry. "Well…" Grover started. "Grover! Tell me, now!" I screamed, tears streaming down my already blotchy face.

He sighed and continued. "When he left, he called me at camp. I picked up the phone and was surprised and excited to finally hear from him, but he wouldn't show any emotion to me. I could just picture his face looking as hard as stone. He told me that he had left you at her house sleeping, and that he was coming to Camp Half-Blood-" I cut him off by jumping off the couch and talking fast. "He's at Camp? He's at Camp? Okay, so I'll go pack-" Grover stood up. "No, Annabeth. He said he was coming to camp, but apparently never made it."

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