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Summary: What if? Its a question that we all ask. What if Luke asked Annabeth to be the spy? What if she accepted? What would Percy say?

A/N: Hello dear reader! If you've read any of my other stories you know what I'm about to tell you: this was a random thought that morphed into a multi-chapter story! I hope that you enjoy this!

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"Go on tell me how awful I am that I shouldn't have done that. That you hate me forever. Hit me, shame me, tell them all, let them cast me out. I can deal with it."

Percy sat down on the floor next to Annabeth and took her head in his hands. Tears glistened in his eyes as he spoke.

"I would never EVER do anything like that you, Annabeth. No matter what happens. I don't care what you did. It doesn't matter any more."

Annabeth looked at the scythe charm on the floor. Her hair was sloppily pulled back tears streaked her face, her eyes were bloodshot. But she felt a little better after having come clean to Percy.

"So what do we do with it, if you aren't going to tell them."

"Come here." Percy wrapped her in his arms. She buried her face in his shoulder. "We'll figure it out."

"Thank you, Percy." she met his eyes for the first time. They were full of concern. "You don't know how much this means to me."

"I don't have to know. I know that I love you enough to help you work this out."

The hotel room was empty except the two demigods in the floor. Their weapons were sitting on the table, a pen and a knife. Various pieces of armour were strewn about, on the couch, in the floor.

The afternoon had been going normally. If you could call hiding out in the Grand hotel in the middle of a sleeping city waiting for the next attack from the forces of a once dead

Titan who was now using your former friend's body as a host normal. Then Annabeth had taken Percy aside, into room 215.

With a torn look on her face she said, "I have something to tell you."

"Yes."

She took a deep breath, and staring at the floor said, "I know who the spy is."

"who is it?" He demanded, a hand on riptide.

Annabeth unstrapped her knife and laid it on the table,

"Can you put Riptide down?"

"Um... Sure.." He put the pen next to her knife. "Look why are you making me put up Riptide? Can't you just tell me who—"

"It's me." She started to cry.

"What?" Percy looked as if someone had just hit him.

Annabeth fell to her knees on the floor. "I'm the spy." She threw the scythe bracelet onto the floor in front of her.

A/N:

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