To whomever it may concern:
Doing rewrites of previous chapters so this is not the original. It is very similar, however. Just moving some stuff around, making it more in character, adding a bit more detail, and fixing some formatting issues. I will keep all the important things like how old they are, for example. Not changing big things, just… adjectives and things. Thank you for your time if you decide to do a reread. Also, if you find any grammatical errors, just drop me a message where it is and what it is. If I find time, I'll fix it. And to be clear, I will write RW in the very front of the chapter/author's note to let you know that it has been a rewritten and redone chapter. Thank you for your time.

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Annabeth
"Don't tell me the sky is the limit when there are gods and goddesses on Olympus." -Anonymous Demigod

Annabeth ran down the hill, the tears falling down her cheeks began to fly behind her. Each step she took felt like she was making another crack on her heart, every tear that fell took another ounce of happiness with it.

Boys are so stupid!

Her knees started to feel weak, not bothering to run anymore. Annabeth knew she could run for miles, but her broken heart just made her entire body ache. She stumbled around for a minute before collapsing in a heap on an old mossy log. She sniffled, bringing her knees up to her chest.

"I'm such an idiot for letting this happen," she mumbled numbly. She wiped away a tear, "How could I do this to myself?"

"You did nothing of the sort, Annabeth," she heard a feminine voice say. Annabeth's instincts kicked in and she jumped up, her hand on her belt that held her dagger.

"Who's there?" Annabeth demanded. But because of her depression, it sounded more like a depressed squeak. She silently cursed herself.

"It's just me," the voice said. A woman began to shimmer into existence in front of her. She was gorgeous with perfect dark brown curls and stormy grey eyes.

"M-Mom?" Annabeth blinked, quickly fixing herself to look more presentable to the goddess.

"No," her voice was soft and gentle, unlike Athena's stern tone. It was loving and warm, like Sally Jackson. But the last thing Annabeth wanted to think of was people related to the idiot that shall not be named. "I'm a friend that has come with good intentions. I heard about your little heartbreak and I couldn't resist not coming, darling."

"Lady Aphrodite," Annabeth croaked. "Is that you? I'd rather not talk to the goddess of love right now. Artemis would be much better. Do me a favor and fetch her for me."

"Ah, do not fret," the goddess said quietly, walking closer. "This is just the dramatic part of the plot, dearest Annabeth. This is your low time. Your high time will come. Every love story does." Her mouth twitched for a second, "Except for you, luckily, your high time is your happy ending. Usually I'm not that nice."

"What do you mean?" she questioned, wiping away a tear. "Can you help me?"

"I have planned this all out," she assured. The goddess shrunk to a teenager's size and looked at Annabeth with sad eyes, opening her arms out. "Come here, honey. Right now all you need is a good hug."

Annabeth more than agreed and ran into her arms, sniffling. "Gods and goddesses aren't usually so friendly to mortals and demigods – no offense – so why are you here?"

"Part of my job includes heartbreaks, sweetie," her voice went dark. "And you have nobody. Athena is one of the least bonding goddess out there. At least I visit my children on occasion. I feel as if it would be unfair if you had to go through one of my many tragic love stories alone. Every girl needs a motherly figure to run to and vent about all of their heart troubles to, no?"

"'Tragic love story?'" Annabeth slipped out of her hug, wiping another tear away. She stared at her coldly, "'Part of my job includes heartbreaks?'"

"Yes," Aphrodite's voice went dark. "I'm sorry but-"

"You're the reason I'm crying right now?!" Annabeth yelled.

"Now, now," Aphrodite straightened her posture. "This is my duty. Do not worry; everyone has a bad moment in their love life."

"Percy is clueless!" Annabeth screeched. "He doesn't notice the way I feel! He's so blind! And you're saying this is your entire fault!"

"I can fix it, I promise!" Aphrodite apologized.

"It's a bit late for that," she shot her a glare, sitting back on the log.

"What if..." Aphrodite said quietly, "...what if I could speed it up?"

"What do you mean?" Annabeth asked suspiciously.

"I could help you," Aphrodite said, walking in circles around Annabeth, studying her. She formed a half-smile at the demigod, "I could fix everything and make it all better in an instant. You wouldn't have to go the long route. It would be hard, but-"

"How would you do that?" Annabeth demanded.

"You are 14, no?"

"I don't see how that is important," Annabeth huffed, crossing her arms. Don't goddesses somehow magically know your age?

"I could take you to the future. I could switch you."

Annabeth stared at her, "The... future?" She was so hesitant to say the word. Her future was her destiny and destiny was a tricky thing. The last thing you want to mess with is destiny because the Fates adore this little thing called karma.

"Yes," Aphrodite nodded her head.

The flawless lady looked so sure about it, Annabeth was starting to become convinced it was the best option, no matter how terrible the idea sounded. Was she using that special voice trick that Drew had? Annabeth didn't care about that so much actually, but she suddenly cared about cooperating with Aphrodite.

Annabeth suddenly started to feel nauseous, snapping out of her trance. "Are you sure that would be okay? I mean, there's future me! I'd freak everyone out! And how would that help me? That's really dangerous, isn't it?"

Aphrodite stopped walking, and let out a heavy sigh. "It would take a lot of power, but I could do it without an issue. It would take me a while to recharge, of course..." The goddess seemed to ponder for a moment. "Everything would be fine. It would be a little... switcher-roo, if you must."

"What?" Annabeth was pretty sure switcher-roo wasn't a word; and that was coming from a daughter of Athena.

"I would take your mind from now," Aphrodite tapped Annabeth's head, "and your mind in the future, and switch them. You would be in your future self's body and future you would be in your body."

"You mean we would be switched?" Annabeth questioned. "I don't think this is a good idea. I don't even think future me would consent to this." Annabeth frowned a bit, "Besides, I'd have to get used to the future. Everyone would stare at me crazily if I said something wrong. What about Percy? I don't even see how would this help my situation any."

Aphrodite cupped Annabeth's chin, and stared into her stormy gray eyes, a sly smile on her face. "You'd be with Percy, honey. You're together in the future."

Aphrodite let go of Annabeth's chin, and Annabeth began gaping at the goddess. "Are you serious?" The whole thing rather amazed Annabeth. How would she ever be able to date Percy? What about her anti-Poseidon mother? And the fact that they'd be able to avoid attempting to kill each other every five seconds was rather astonishing. A thought popped into her head, making her uneasy. "What about Rachel?" The name was like venom on her tongue.

Aphrodite waved her hand dismissively. "There's too much to explain. You're a smart child, you would figure it out. As for the consent of future you, I'd have a talk with her once she got here."

Annabeth thought for a moment, "Would it hurt?"

"No," the goddess said with a smile.

"But... older Annabeth would have to relive all of the events that happen in this present time..." Annabeth trailed off. "What if she messes something up and the whole future gets messed up?"

"I promise I'll undo everything and switch you back when the time comes."

Annabeth studied the love goddess carefully, "Swear it on the river Styx."

"I swear it on the river Styx," Aphrodite nodded her head. Thunder boomed above but the girls ignored it.

"Alright," Annabeth said nervously. The blonde felt rather jumpy, and rather than feeling weak anymore, she felt like she could run a marathon. "But which time would I be going to?"

Aphrodite thought for a moment, "After the Giant War. You'd be seventeen."

Annabeth's eyes widened, "Giant War? Is that what we called the war that's coming?"

"Huh?" Aphrodite blinked. "No, no. This is another war." The goddess sighed, "Ugh, you'll figure it all out when you get there. Are you ready to go?"

Annabeth was really nervous now. Two wars within the three-year time jump? That didn't sound like a happy place to be. "How long would I be there for?"

"Until I can recharge which should take about a month and after that, I can switch you two back whenever you wish."

"That's... a long time, especially if I don't like it there."

"A long time for mortals," Aphrodite rolled her eyes.

"Wait, how would you power this trip?" Annabeth eyed the goddess suspiciously. "You said it would take a lot of power."

"It will," the love goddess confirmed, "but I can power it from your broken heart. As I said before, it's part of my job. I extract power from anything that has to do with love, beauty, and other things my godly job calls for."

"What if my broken heart mends?" Annabeth was pretty sure within a day of being with Percy her heart would mend. At least, she hoped.

"Still, only a month. I would have already taken the power from your broken heart for the round trip when I start the teleportation for the first trip." Aphrodite wearily stared at Annabeth, "So are we going to do this or not?"

"Yes," Annabeth nodded her head. "I... I think I want to." Everything seemed to be taken care of, and she rather enjoyed the idea of seeing all her friends in the future. And seeing the jealous look of Rachel's face every time she kissed Percy… She was allowed to do that, right?

"Alright," Aphrodite smiled. "Hold my hands and close your eyes."

Annabeth opened her eyes, breathing heavily. She ran a hand through her hair, trying to focus. She had to figure out where she was.

She looked around to the left of her, noticing cabins in the distance and in front of her was the far right side canoe lake. Annabeth looked down and realized she was sitting on sand, leaning against the tree. The grass in the field behind her seemed to dance in the wind as the sun shined in the clear blue sky. The day seemed perfect. And someone was holding her hand.

Wait.

She slowly looked to her right, and quickly placed her left hand on her mouth so she wouldn't scream. Percy was leaning on her right shoulder, sleeping, and holding her hand.

Percy was taking an afternoon nap on her shoulder at a beach. Like a couple would do.

Percy was holding her hand. Like a couple would do.

Percy was drooling on her as well, that Annabeth found somehow incredibly disgusting yet adorable at the same time. Annabeth had to stop herself from hyperventilating.

Get your head in the game, Chase, she scolded herself. It's just Percy… who's grown to become rather insanely hot rather than just cute… Is he taller than me now? I think he is.Figuring she was allowed to now, she ran her hands slowly through his black, messy hair. It's so soft... like a kitten. As Annabeth messed with his hair, she studied him. He looked a bit pale and had eye bags, as if he wasn't getting enough sleep. He had a lot of scars, which confused her because he could heal his scars with water, and there was always ambrosia. Why was he hurt so badly? Was it the war? But he still looked like Percy, just an older, hotter version of him.

Percy shifted in his sleep, wrapping his arms around Annabeth's waist like a teddy bear, stuffing his head in her hair. Annabeth held in a giggle. She was going to enjoy this month (or longer) with Percy very much. More than she'd like to admit.

Annabeth shook her head. Why was she sitting on grass? Wasn't this sand? She looked up and started to freak out, her hand going to her belt where she kept her dagger.

"Where am I?" she demanded, screaming at the air. "Who took me here? HOLY HERA, I'M SMALLER!"

Annabeth started to check out herself and was suddenly very anxious. She didn't shrink, but she was younger. She lost most of her curves, she lost about four inches in height, and… practically all of the front-end of her chest, if you know what she means. She prayed to the gods that it was just a hallucination. Maybe she fell asleep at the lake. She pinched herself before cringing. This was definitely not a dream.

"Don't worry, Annabeth, it's me. I'm here and I'm your patron now." A woman shivered into visibility in front of her. Annabeth recognized the lady instantly.

"As much as I'm honored and all, why have you brought me here?" Annabeth demanded. "Why do I feel and look... young?"

"Because you are now," Aphrodite said softly, her voice oozing charmspeak. "It's apart of my little exchange program."

"'Exchange program?'" Annabeth didn't like the sound of that. Usually that meant transferring two students between schools. And Annabeth figured this time the goddess wasn't talking about school.

"Your past is now your present, for a month," Aphrodite explained. "You are now fourteen, in your fourteen year old's body, in the past, when you were fourteen. Hopefully that makes sense. Your fourteen year old self now in your body, in your time."

"Why on earth would you do something like this?!" Annabeth shrieked. "This is nuts! She will mess up everything! Hades, I could mess up the past!"

"I became your younger self's godly patron without your younger self even knowing," Aphrodite said. "You and Percy are the newest love story of the ages. I have so much planned for you two, so I decided to become your patron, Annabeth, but as I'm sure you know, whenever you become someone's patron-"

"-you get one wish," Annabeth finished. "Yeah, I do know. So, I unknowingly wished to switch with myself?"

"Sort of," Aphrodite frowned, pushing a curl behind her ear. "I offered, and you accepted. Now, don't fret. It's only for one month because it takes one month for me to recharge, and I will undo everything when the time comes to switch you back."

"So, it doesn't matter how much I mess up the future?" This idea was suddenly starting to grow on Annabeth rather quickly.

"Correct," Aphrodite smiled. "Though, unless you want people bombarding you with questions like if they live, or who will be the hero, etc., you really should keep your mouth shut about who you really are. And one more thing, there's a catch."

"Oh gods, there's more?"

"Well, when you two switch is up to your younger self after the month has passed. I have no control over it, as it is her wish."

Annabeth's eyes widened. "I could be stuck here forever!"

"Not necessarily," Aphrodite said. "You could convince her when the time reaches one month. If you write a letter, I can send it to her without a problem. You could talk to her."

"It would be talking to myself, and that sounds rather psychotic."

"Yes," Aphrodite looked like she wanted to snort.

"Fine," Annabeth crossed her arms, spitting on the ground. "Where am I, though?"

"In Camp Half-Blood's woods," Aphrodite answered. "You're having a heart-break."

"What?" Annabeth blinked. "Why?"

"You're just getting frustrated that Percy can't see your very clear flirts."

Annabeth threw her head back and groaned, "Great. I have to restrain myself from kissing Percy all over again. No kisses for a month, maybe longer. That's just great. I have to sit there and remind myself I'm not dating him."

"Precisely," Aphrodite grinned. "Now remember, you have to be you. Do not mention the future."

"Right," Annabeth nodded her head. "No future. But am I allowed to if I want?"

"You can, but I wouldn't recommend telling everyone. Just those who you trust, or they might think you've gone insane."

"True."

"If you need me, just call for me," Aphrodite grinned, before disappearing into a pink cloud.

"Right," Annabeth said. "I got this."

After figuring out the direction of camp, she left after the goddess shimmered away into a mist of pink sparkles. Annabeth knew with right timing, great predictions, the whole experience could be rather fun, if she pulled it off correctly. But some things don't always exactly turn out the way you hope and you have to adjust to the things you are given and have not expected.