One shot about Annabeth's feelings on the Mt. St Helens event. If I get enough reviews I'll make it a two shot it'll be about her feelings after, when she thought he was dead, backs at camp.

DISCLAIMER! I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT! ONLY THE PLOT!

"Annabeth!" I heard Percy trying to find me, yelling in the process. What a Seaweed Brain! Is he trying to get us caught?

"Shhh!" I clamped my hand over his mouth and tackled him until we rolled behind a big cauldron. "You want to get us killed?"

He reached up toward where my head would be if I wasn't wearing my Yankees cap, and pulled it off. My body shimmered into visibility in front of Percy.

I had to really work to keep on my scowl when I saw his eyes. They were full of adrenaline, the will to live, but not one trace of fear. Not a good thing in our situation. "Percy, what's your problem?" I was trying hard not to yell.

"We're going to have company!" He started to tell me about a monster orientation class and rushed through it quickly. I could feel the surprised look on my face.

"So that's what they are, Telkhines. I should've know. And they're making . . . well, look." I watched as he peeked over the edge of the cauldron.

He looked at me again and said "What is that?"

I shook my head, only him, only Percy Jackson, would not understand that. "They keep talking about fusing metals. I wonder . . ." I trailed off, thinking, maybe it was Kronos' scythe or something even more powerful. All the possibilities came to the mind of the daughter of Athena, the one who always over think things.

"They were talking about the greatest titan weapon," I knew my worst fears had been proven, "And they . . . they said they made my father's trident." I knew how much that hurt him.

"They betrayed the gods," I told him, "they were practicing dark magic. I don't know what exactly," Though I wished I did, my brain was like a sponge, always soaking up and the knowledge, and wanting more. "But, Zeus banished them to Tartarus."

"With Kronos" He was finally catching on. I nodded.

"We have to get out─" I was cut off by the door to the classroom opening, and Telkhines coming out by the hundreds. They were stumbling over each other, not knowing what to do.

And my brave Seaweed Brain did the stupidest thing. "Put your cap back on," Percy said, "Get out!"

"What!" I shrieked, probably attracting the young Telkhines attention, but I didn't care. I had already lost Luke but I couldn't let Percy go too! "No! I'm not leaving you!" No no no no no no no no! this couldn't be happening. I knew that if I left him, this time he wouldn't make it out alive.

I looked into his sea green eyes, and my ability to speak plummeted to almost nothing. He had a certain look that could melt my resolve by just a glance. "I've got a plan." Great, since when do his plans work? "I'll distract them" I wouldn't let him turn himself in to sea puppy chow. "You can use the metal spider─ maybe it'll lead you back to Hephaestus. You have to tell him what's going on."

I finally found my ability to speak, because I had finally looked away from his eyes. "But, you'll be killed!" No I wouldn't let him do it! And, again I looked into his eyes, and I knew if he wanted me to go, I would. No matter how badly I didn't want to.

"I'll be fine. Besides, we've got no choice." His eyes were determined. I seriously meant to punch him, but I did something that surprised us both.

I kissed him. I would like to say it was for good luck only, that I had no other reason, but that would be lying. I had, deep down, secretly wanted to kiss him since I was crying on his shoulder, in a bubble, in Siren bay, under the ocean. I just hadn't known it until I had to face the prospect of never seeing him again.

He just sat there and stared at the lava like he couldn't even remember his name.

I put on my cap and left. I faintly heard a "There!" from one of the Telkhines, before I got out.

While leaning on a tree outside of Mt. St Helens, I realized how cowardly I had been. Leaving Percy to d . . di . . die, all by himself just so I could save my sorry butt. I broke down in tears. Not just little tears running down your cheeks, but real, heartbroken, want to scream sobs. It took me, probably, a little less the 15 or 20 minutes to get a hold of my self. "Ok . . . have to . . . tell somebody . . ." I mumbled to myself, trying to calm down. I saw a water fall. "Water . . . fall means . . . rainb─" I was cut off.

RUMBLE RUMBLE! KRRRR! I felt the earth shaking under my feet and quickly went to a tree to hold on to. The rumbling stopped for a moment, and was followed by a low growling roar.

I heard a terrible noise that I would never be able to get out of my head. Percy Jackson's scream of pure terror. It sounded almost non human . . . no wait there is no almost that that sound couldn't have come from any human but I knew it was Percy, it was just a gut feeling.

Then Mt. St Helens exploded, with Percy in it. How? It had been dormant for years! I remembered something Chiron had taught me when I had first got to camp half-blood: Poseidon is the god of the sea, he created horses, he's also the Earthshaker."

Why hadn't I guessed! Percy erupted Mt. St Helens! He's going to kill himself!

But what about the roar? Typhon! He has been imprisoned under Mt. St Helens for more than a millennium. Percy's the son of the Earthshaker! He created an earthquake strong enough to wake Typhon. That was the only answer that my advanced mind could come up with.

I had to tell some one. Percy di . . . ed to save me. I screamed and started crying again because that was the only truth. No one, not even Poseidon's son could have lived through that.

I crawled to where the spray was forming rainbows in the mist, fished out a drachma, and said, "Iris . . . offering . . . please . . . Chiron . . . camp half-blood. Somehow, she understood.

I had done all this while wanting to scream at the top of my lungs to whichever god would listen, to not let Percy die, by some miracle.

Chiron's head and body shimmered into my focus. "Chiron!" I croaked. "Help . . Percy . . . Telkhines . . . Hephaestus . . . St Helens." My voice grew weaker with each snippet I said.

"Annabeth? What's wrong? Where's Percy? Where are you?" His voice was getting more frantic the weaker I got. "Annabeth! Stay with me! Don't black out, tell me what happened, please."

"`Gimme a minute," I pleaded. After finally getting a grip on my self, my priorities.

I told Chiron what happened in a slightly more shaky voice than I would have liked, but hey! I had just lost my best friend in the whole wide world. I think I'm aloud to be unstable.

I told him everything except our kiss. Which I stuttered over with a "Then we ki─ hugged . . . " That's was for a whole other time, but I thought he suspected me.

"But, Chiron, Mt. St Helens exploded because of Percy, it was a blast big enough to wake up Typhon, he couldn't surv . . ived." I had been on a role for a while then I broke down in tears again.

"Tell Hephaestus about the Telkhines." I wanted to die, too. I felt guilty that I had lived and Percy had not. I accidently expressed this thought to Chiron, and he told me the whole thing. You know the: he died for you, he would have wanted you to live don't give up blah blah blah.

I curled up in a tree and waited. Before I gave in to the blackness that kept threatening to engulf my senses, I heard a some-what familiar voice, one I had only heard once in my life: Poseidon. Don't give up Annabeth, my son died for you. Do you really think he would have just curled up and died if he was in your situation?

Then I heard another voice, one that I knew well. Athena, my mother. See, honey, this is why I stayed a maiden my whole life. Well, I mean never falling deeply in-love, at least. It hurts! But, you're my daughter, and I'm sorry about Percy. Annabeth! Find the will to live. Think of all your other friends back at camp.

Her voice faded, too. Then a voice I had never heard spoke to me in a sweet voice that drew you in. Hello, Annabeth. I'm Aphrodite, goddess of love. You can't die just yet. Wait for Chiron. You and Percy's tragic love story creates great entertainment. "But . . . but . . . We're not in love!" I told the goddess speaking in my head defiantly. Sure, sweetie. Think back to how you felt in the mountain. And, sure he was your friend but if he was just your friend, would you feel this cut up, would you want to die? What if Grover died? You would get over it soon. But Percy's death, you feel like part of your heart has been ripped out, am I right? "I do not like Percy that way! He's just a friend!" Hun, quit lying to yourself. You like him! Admit it, it'll make you feel better! "I'm in love with my best friend." I mumbled. No feeling. Just the tearing sensation. I tried again, "I'm in love with my best friend, Percy Jackson." I said it louder, and it did make me feel better some how.

"What was that, Annabeth?" I heard a familiar voice say. I sighed internally before I spoke to her.

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