Hi there! Innoverse here, writing another fan-fiction. I know there are a lot of Annabeth's POV books, but few of them are GOOD. I mean, most don't have the entire book, or they just took what Riordan wrote and replaced 'he' with 'she.' That irritates me! That isn't writing, people! I've browsed the Internet looking for a good Annabeth's POV, to no avail. So, I starting writing this one out of boredom and nostalgia after reading my copy of the Son of Neptune for the fiftieth time. I'm going to do all five books (I might do the Titan's curse in Thalia's POV), and hopefully, I'm not going to get bored and bail out half-way through. I shall soldier on!

I'm posting six chapters all at once becuase I started working on this a while ago, so I'm about halfway through chapter seven already. Please note, it doesn't have as many chapters as the original book, since the first three chapters don't include Annabeth! There are also going to be some moments of my creation, since Percy isn't with Annabeth all the time(well, duh.) But anyways, I shall shut up now! Onto the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians! Heck, I don't even own the plot in this one. But, we can still enjoy Riordan's brilliance. Bask, my friends, in his glorious writing light!

- Chapter One: I Spoon-Feed a Stranger -

I stood in the Big House with Chiron, who was looking nervously out at the storm that was circling around the Camp. We had just been talking about a special case Chiron had been working with—a boy he thought might need special attention. He had gone to his school for the past year, teaching him under a pseudonym, after Grover had found him and told the centaur. Now, the boy had been expelled, and Chiron was trying to figure out what to do with him next.

"Just tell him who he is, and bring him here," I suggested. "It's not called a demigod sanctuary for no reason." I wanted to see this boy, because if he required special attention... he just might be the demigod that I've been waiting for.

"I don't need to rush things, Annabeth," he chided. "Nor do you. I'm sure he'll be alright." From somewhere outside, I heard something that sounded suspiciously like sobbing. On a hunch, I poked my head outside of the door to the Big House, only to see a kid hauling someone down Half-Blood Hill, crying and shaking like he had hypothermia. He was soaked from the rain, and he gripped the person that he was carrying tightly, like he was afraid they would leave, too. As he got closer, I realized the person he was carrying wasn't exactly a person, but a satyr. Oh gods, it was Grover. Chiron poked his head out behind me. His face drained of color when he saw the boy.

"That wouldn't happen to be your special case, would it?" I asked him. He didn't answer. I watched the boy stumble up onto the porch, and put Grover down on the floor. He collapsed beside him, still shaking. He looked to be my age, with jet black hair, and eyes that were blank with fear. He was covered in scratches and bruises—with an especially large one his forehead, like he'd been slamming his head against walls in his spare time. Chiron and I walked over, and looked down at him. There no doubt that he'd seen a monster, judging by the wounds and look in his eyes, and since he was still alive...

"He's the one," I murmured to Chiron. "He must be."

"Silence, Annabeth," he said. "He's still conscious. Bring him inside." With that, the boy's eyes fluttered closed, and he slumped over, not-so-conscious anymore. Chiron called Argus, and had him take the boy into the Big House while he dripped some nectar in Grover's mouth. Grover's eyes shot open and he bolted straight upwards, looking around. His eyes were slit-pupiled with fear, and he looked at Chiron and I hesitantly.

"Grover, what happened?" Chiron asked gently. I helped Grover get to his feet.

"The Minotaur..." he tried, "Struck by lightning... where—where is he?"

"He's unconscious. Argus took him to the sick room." Grover made a terrified bleat.

"No! I... I can't fail again..." He looked at Thalia's tree sadly.

"You haven't failed, Grover," Chiron assured him. "Now calm down, and tell us what happened."

"His... his mother's clear sighted," Grover murmured. "She knew what was going on... a-and tried to get him here but her car was struck by lightning. I... I passed out. I don't know..."

"Calm down, Grover," I said. "Whoever he is, he's not dead yet."

"B-But earlier today... at the bus station we saw the Fates, Chiron. They cut the string!" Chiron pursed his lips.

"Annabeth, go make sure Argus has everything under control. Grover, you said his mother was here? Go up to the Hill. She might still be there, for all we know." Grover nodded, and trotted back up to the pine tree. Chiron and I went inside to the sick room, where Argus had placed him on a bed, lying on his back.

"So, who is this, anyway?" I asked Chiron.

"His name is Percy Jackson," he said, looking over to boy with worry. Percy?

"Is that short for something?" I asked.

"Perseus," he said, frowning. I looked back at the boy.

"He looks like he's a got a nasty concussion," I commented.

"Then give him some ambrosia, please," he said. "I don't need a future camper to die on me, just yet." He wheeled his wheelchair out of the room, and left me with Argus, and an unconscious boy named Percy. I sighed—I'd had to take care of people in the sick room before, it wasn't very fun—and shoved a spoonful of ambrosia into the boy's mouth. Just then, Grover came in, and slumped in a chair beside me. He was holding a shoebox now, looking over the boy with concern and fear.

"What's that?" I asked, inclining my head towards the box. He opened it, and tilted the box towards me. Inside was a horn that was speckled in blood, and looked like it'd been... no, there was no way.

"He ripped off the Minotaur's horn and then stabbed him with it," Grover said. I looked at it with astonishment. "And he doesn't even know what a demigod is." The boy rolled over in his sleep, and mumbled something like 'Go away, I don't have any food.' A tiny bit of drool dribbled out of the corner of his mouth.

"Doesn't look like much, does he?" I muttered. Grover just sighed.

"I failed again, Annabeth," he said dejectedly. I patted his shoulder.

"No you didn't. He's still alive, isn't he?"

"He dragged me down a hill while he was about to collapse himself. I think I failed again, Annabeth."

"Hey, you got him here—"

"Half dead..."

"—that counts for something."

"The Cloven Elders aren't going to like this..." he said worriedly. "I need my searcher's license. And I have to bring a camper here first... not have him drag me over the property line." He looked down dejectedly at the boy. "And I lost him at the bus station this afternoon... oh, this is all my fault!" He stamped his hoof, and folded his arms.

"Grover, I'm sure it'll be alright," I reassured. He looked even more depressed.

"And now... now his mother's dead, too," he said softly and sadly. I creased my brows.

"You don't know that, Grover. She could've just... left. She probably knows that she doesn't belong here if she knew who her son was."

"I... I don't know." Chiron wheeled back into the room on his wheelchair.

"You should both go get some sleep," he said. Grover nodded sadly. "It is alright, young satyr. He will live." Grover nodded again, though I was sure that wasn't the answer he had been looking for. I left the Big House, and trudged back to the Athena cabin, where I stayed with my brothers and sisters—well, brothers and sisters on the godly side, anyway. I changed into pajamas and sat on my bed tiredly.

"Why were you out so late?" Malcolm, my second in command, asked.

"New camper," I explained. "He's in the sick room in the Big House with a concussion."

"What happened?"

"He was being chased by the Minotaur, apparently," I said, thinking of the horn. All of my siblings turned to me, suddenly interested.

"How did he kill it?" one of my older siblings, Tracey, asked.

"He pulled off it's horn and stabbed it with it," I told them. The cabin gasped.

"The Minotaur?" Malcolm said. "That's impossible!"

"That's what I thought. Then, Grover showed me the horn. He left it on Half-Blood Hill," I said. All of her siblings looked amazed.

"Maybe we've got a new Athena camper, if he can pull that off," Malcolm said. I shook my head. All of the Athena kids had blonde hair and gray eyes.

"He's got black hair and green eyes. Plus, his mother's mortal," I said. "Now, that's enough questions. Lights out!" The lights blinked out, and everyone shuffled to their beds and slept.

For the next two days, I was on sick room duty, taking care of the unconscious kid. That was basically sitting in a room all day, spoon-feeding a stranger who drooled in his sleep. He kept muttering about barnyard animals and food—I figured that was probably from seeing Grover in his real form. It was kind of comical, listening to him rambling in his sleep.

Looking at this boy drooling and mumbling, I could think of a thousand places I'd rather be then sitting here. In my cabin, drawing blueprints. In the swords arena, sparring with Malcolm. Negotiating capture-the-flag with the other counselors. Talking to... Luke.

I blushed involuntarily. I'd had a crush on Luke for a while, it was kind of hard not to. With his bright blue eyes and blonde hair, half of the girls at camp had fallen for him. I'd known him for forever... since I was seven. He'd treated me like family. And since... he'd kind of grown on me.

"Kindly Ones..." the boy muttered as he rolled over in the bed. That caught my attention. Why would he be talking about the Furies?

"Museum... math teacher... Mrs. Dodds... sword..." he mumbled, creasing his brows in his sleep. What the heck was he mumbling about?

"Alive until summer solstice..." He shivered after he said that. Summer solstice? Did he know something? Why would Chiron tell him something and not me? He rolled back over onto his back, and I gave him another spoonful of ambrosia. While I was scraping the drips off of his chin, I looked up and realized his eyes were open. They were a mesmerizing sea green, and it was a bit startling. But I quickly found my voice again and jumped on my chance to ask him about the summer solstice.

"What will happen at the summer solstice?" I asked, looking directly into his eyes. All he managed was a weak croak.

"What?" I looked around nervously, because if Chiron overheard, I was sure he probably wouldn't be to happy that I was interrogating our new campers.

"What's going on? What was stolen? We've only got a few weeks!" His eyebrows creased in confusion.

"I'm sorry," he said, hardly able to speak. "I don't..." There was a knock on the door, and I shoved some more ambrosia in his mouth. I turned around, only to see Grover. Luckily, when I looked back at the boy, he had passed out again.

"Hi, Annabeth," he said, and sat down in a nearby chair. He looked at the boy sadly.

"How well did you know him?" I asked. Grover sniffled.

"I'm his best friend."

"Oh..."

"Yeah. Oh," he said dejectedly.

"Hey, he's going to be fine," I reassured. "He even woke up for a moment, but passed out again." That didn't seem to cheer Grover up much.

"I didn't help him at all," Grover said sadly. "Just... just like Thalia. Someone always ends up dying!" He moaned pitifully.

"Grover, you did the best you could," I said. "Sometimes that's all we can do." Grover still looked depressed, but I didn't have any more time to cheer him up, because Argus walked in.

"You're taking it from here?" I asked. He gave a short nod. "Come on, Grover," I said, dragging him out of the room.

The rest of my day went relatively normal, that is until Chiron came to find me a while before dinner started.

"Come with me to the Big House," he said. "Our new camper is awake." I followed him up to the Big House, to where he had been playing a game of pinochle. I leaned on a porch rail, and waited for he and Grover to finally come around.

"That's Mr. D," I heard Grover's voice from around the corner. They rounded the corner, and I finally got to see the boy actually awake. He looked exhausted, but otherwise okay.

"He's the camp director. That girl, that's Annabeth Chase. She's just a camper, but she's been here longer then just about anybody. And you already know Chiron..." He looked at Chiron with his eyebrows scrunched, and then his eyes got a little wide.

"Mr. Brunner!" he said, obviously happy to recognize somewhere here. I was about to ask who, but then I remembered he had been teaching the boy under a pseudonym. Chiron smiled.

"Ah, good, Percy," Chiron said. "Now we have four for pinochle." He sat down in a chair next to Mr. D, who sighed heavily.

"Oh, I suppose I must say it. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. There. Now, don't expect me to be glad to see you."

"Uh, thanks," Percy said, and scooted his chair a little ways away. I almost smiled.

"Annabeth?" Chiron called my name. I stepped forward. "This young lady nursed you back to health, Percy. Annabeth, my dear, why don't you go check on Percy's bunk? We'll be putting him in cabin eleven for now."

"Sure, Chiron," I said. I looked down at the shoebox that he was clutching, still unable to believe that he had killed the thing with his bare hands. I looked back up at him, and for some reason I felt irritated just looking at him. Maybe I should make a lasting impression.

"You drool when you sleep," I said. His face turned bright red, and I turned and sprinted off to the cabins. I stopped at my cabin first to get an architecture book—since I figured it'd be a while until they came anyways—and I headed off to the Hermes cabin.

I hope Annabeth's thoughts aren't OOC. Reviews are enjoyed, but not required. I won't shoot you if you don't review. You just don't get a cookie. A blue cookie! Ugh, I love Sally.