A/N: Okay, I'm really excited for this one. This is Percy getting to read the Dear Seaweed Brain letters from Annabeth.

I imagine this taking place during the Blood of Olympus, after they've gotten back from Tartarus but before the whole quest is over. I hope you'll like it!

There was really no rhyme or reason to Percy's pacing. His goal was simple: distraction. He would wind up the halls of the ship, past the cabins, through the hull, over the glass stable doors, and down the stairs. Over and over again. It really didn't matter where he ended up, as long as it was away from there. From the dark pit that only continued to engulf him on a nightly basis. Percy thought his dreams were bad enough before, but now, now they were unbearable. On this particular night, after waking to a particularly bad one, he heard an intense scream that iced his blood, and for a second he thought his nightmare was real, that he was really back in that hellish place. But when the second scream formed, Percy knew that this was no illusion, no ghost of his memory coming to haunt him. This sound was real, and he knew exactly what was emitting it. He raced to her door, retracing his steps perfectly, since he made the route several times a night. He threw open her door without a second thought, and there she was, caught in a horrible nightmare that Percy would have given anything to be able to fight.

"Annabeth!" He crossed to her bed, and wrapped her in his arms as she slowly stopped thrashing around. "Annabeth, it's okay, it's just a dream, we aren't in that…place anymore."

She stared at him, the bewildered look in her eyes capturing his gaze. "Percy?"

"Yeah, it's me. I'm here, we're together. It's okay."

Annabeth took a deep breath and sunk into Percy arms. "Oh Percy, it was terrible. I never want to relive that ever again."

Percy brushed away the tears that trailed her face. "I know, I know. Tartarus haunts me too. Every night. But it's gonna be alright, Annabeth. I promise."

Annabeth frowned as she looked up at him. "Percy, I wasn't dreaming about Tartarus."

"You, you weren't?"

A sigh came from her mouth as she explained. "Seaweed Brain, everytime I close my eyes, I see the night back at Camp Half-Blood, when I walked into your cabin and found your bed empty. I'm haunted by the months of relentless searching, of not knowing when or even if you were coming back to me. That pain, the pain of having you gone, that's the worst pain I've ever endured. That's what I see every night."

"Annabeth…" Percy's heart sunk deep in his chest.

"Percy, I love you. You know that, right?"

"Of course I do, Wise Girl."

Annabeth looked like she was debating something out in her mind. "I..I, um, want to show you something." She climbed out of the bed and headed over to her dresser. Percy had no idea what to expect. His brain was still muffled by his lack of sleep, and this wasn't helping him get a grip on things.

Annabeth pulled out a set of probably a dozen folded papers, which looked like they held handwritten notes. "What are those?" Percy asked, a little nervous about the whole thing, though he didn't know why. But by the way Annabeth was acting so vulnerable, he figured it was probably important.

Annabeth took a huge breath before answering. "They're letters. Letters I wrote while you were gone." She sighed, then handed them to him. "Letters I wrote to you, actually."

Percy was stunned. Letters? To him? He took the pile and started glancing through a few.

Day 12: I miss you, Percy. I don't want to wait 6 more months. I don't even want to wait 6 more hours.

Day 37 :We're going to keep trying, Seaweed Brain. Don't worry. Grover, Tyson, the hunters, we're all out there trying to find you.

Day 86: Gods Percy, you're so infuriating. It's just like you to make it so hard for me to find you.

Day 117: I'm trying, Percy. I promise I am. Trying to stay positive, to wait things out, to have hope that you're out there safe and alive. But, honestly, I'm struggling.

Day 165: I'm sorry, I just can't do this.

"Annabeth…" Percy started, deeply moved by this show of concern made by his girlfriend. He thought of those long lonely months, when his memory was taken and he was placed at the Roman Camp, how Annabeth was his only connection to his past life. How desperately he hung to every memory he could of her, how she was his anchor, just like with the curse of Achilles. "I don't know what to say."

She gave him a sad smile, and kissed his frown away. "It's alright, Seaweed Brain. Now that we're together, you don't need to say anything." She kissed him again, harder this time, and Percy decided that Annabeth was right. He didn't need to say anything.

Day 1

Dear Wise Girl,

I love you. I thought you should know that. And just for the record, I am never leaving your side. Ever again. I hope you'll be able to put up with me for that long.

Here's to hoping!

Love,

Seaweed Brain