Annabeth/3rd Person Limited POV

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, everything belongs to Uncle Rick and J.K. Rowling.

     Annabeth was seriously excited. What was she excited for? Well, there were a number of things. Firstly, she wasn't on a life-threatening quest to save the world. Secondly, she'd started going to therapy with Percy to get over the events of the Pit, and lastly, she was starting college.

COLLEGE.

     Better yet, it was with her Seaweed Brain, and who knew what the future held for them? New Rome was a place of new opportunities, and gods, it was beautiful. Of course, Annabeth had already started blueprints to help rebuild after Tarquin's attack and Leo's accidental firing on the forum.

     There was one thing still on her mind, though, and that was Jason. Annabeth had been away from everything for a bit while she was in Boston. She went on a nice road trip with Grover and Percy, just like the old days, and when she got to New Rome, Jason was dead.

It was horrifying. When Hazel had come up to them at the mouth of the Caldecott Tunnel, tears sparkling in her eyes, and thrown her arms around them, Annabeth knew something was wrong. Hazel didn't cry often. The pain she'd experienced throughout the years had only made her stronger, and Annabeth admired her for that. But Hazel had started sobbing into Annabeth's shirt, and Percy figured out what happened.

     "Hazel, what's wrong?" he'd asked.

     She'd only said one word before crumpling. "J-Jason."

     Annabeth had taken a step back, whispering, "No. I can't lose anyone else-no."

    Percy just looked confused. "What? Hazel, please tell me you're joking. Hazel, please. Please. Hazel, he can't be dead. Hazel, is this a joke?"

     Frank had jogged up with a greeting ready, but upon seeing Hazel on the floor in tears, he realized what happened. 

     "Oh... Percy, Annabeth, I'm so sorry." A tear rolled down his cheek,  but from the redness of his eyes, he'd spent a whole lot of time crying. 

     A pink-haired girl ran up. "Hi, you must be Percy and Annabeth. I'm Lavinia Asimov, Centurion of the Fifth Cohort. I'll just...help Hazel really fast. Bye!" She half-supported, half-carried Hazel in the direction of the city. 

    That was how their stay in New Rome had started, about two and a half weeks ago. College would start September 15, and it was August 29 right then. 

     A knock sounded on her dorm door. "Wise Girl, Hazel's here, and she brought some updated blueprints for you."

     Annabeth opened the door to find Percy standing there with Hazel behind him, who was carrying a stack of rolled up papers, with Annabeth's handwriting on them.

     Annabeth ushered them in. "Hey, Hazel. Seaweed Brain. What's up?"

     Percy shrugged. "Chiron said the three of us need to IM him later. I don't know why Frank isn't involved."

     Hazel handed her the papers. "Here's the approved blueprints for the designs. Our architects added some notes for you."

     "Thanks, Hazel. Really." Annabeth grinned at the girl, who returned the smile.

     "It's nothing, Annie. We should probably IM Chiron now, though." Hazel replied, grabbing one of Annabeth's glass prisms on the windowsill. "Perce, could you-"

     "Yeah, sure." Percy made a tiny rainbow, and Annabeth threw a drachma in.

     "O great and powerful Fleecy, do me a solid.  Show me Chiron at Camp Half-Blood." Annabeth said calmly, tying her blonde curls back.

     Chiron's face appeared in the mist. "Hello, Annabeth. Percy. Hazel. We've got some things to talk about."