This is kind of like Uncle Rick the troll who lives under the bridge's books. One thing is different; I will write in the perspective of the person with the name of the title.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Percy Jackson. All of the creditgoes the Uncle Rick the troll.

I woke up to see Annabeth wrapped in my arms. She had her head resting on my shoulder, with her arms around me. She looked so peaceful, that I didn't want to wake her up. She then started to stir like she was have a nightmare and woke up.

"Percy!" She screamed as she was waking up.

She then turned towards me, and wrapped my in a hug. She started to explain her dream.

"We... We were in Tartarus."

"It's okay Annie," I calmed her down.

She broke the hug, and got out of bed to go to her cabin.

"If Chiron finds out he'll kill both of us," she joked. 

"I'll see you later," she added as she was walking out the door.

I looked over to my bedside table to see the clock. The time read: 6:46. I decided to go back to sleep, until I heard a knock at my door.

"Come on Perc you have to come out," came Grover's voice.

I then heard him open the door and pull the covers off of me.

"Come on man," I groaned.

"Sorry, but it's nine, and you know how Annabeth is when you don't wake up before ten," he laughed.

"I know," I added, and rolled over to face the opposite direction.