The first time Annabeth saw the new kid, she was not impressed.

She'd seen so many demigods straggle into the camp during her time here that she'd nearly given up hope for finding the one that would finally, finally, get her a quest. But still, the first comment out of her mouth was, "He's the one. He must be." Chiron had immediately shushed her and made her bring him inside.

He had collapsed just across the boundary line, and had to be dragged to the Big House. Annabeth had been at Camp Half-Blood for five years at the time, which was long enough for her to fall into the habit of waking from sleep whenever some kind of commotion occurred, even if it was in the dead of the night. So of course she was the one that was put on babysitting duty, just because she was one of the first ones to get to the new kid. So not fair.


When the new kid woke up for the first time, Annabeth immediately bombarded him with questions. She'd heard things about something powerful that had been stolen, and a deadline at the summer solstice around camp, which was a couple weeks away. In the demigod world, this was not a long time at all.

It occured to Annabeth that he might not know anything, because he seemed to be a powerful half-blood. Even if he drooled in his sleep. She figured it was worth a try, but his responses were less than satisfactory: "What?" and "I'm sorry, I don't . . ." Then she had to stuff his mouth with pudding because Chiron was coming.

Whenever he woke up on her watch again, either Argus or Grover (or both) were there, so she couldn't do much except scrape drips of ambrosia off his chin and ponder things. Annabeth was there when the kid finally walked around; she saw Chiron introduce her to the kid, whose name was apparantly Percy Jackson. Percy saw her look at the Minotaur horn that he was holding, and had something like a hopeful expression on his face. If he did, the hope was quickly dashed by her comment: "You drool when you sleep."

Percy looked anxious to change the subject after that, but she'd already taken off.


Annabeth was waiting for him and Chiron in front of Cabin Eleven, where he made a complete fool of himself as soon as Chiron left. This only boosted her first impression of, Gee, I've seen better. After she saved his sorry butt from his new cabin mates, Percy proved himself even thicker than she first thought:

"Look, if the thing I fought really was the Minotuar, the same one in the stories . . ."

"Yes." How slowly does your brain work?

"Then there's only one."

"Yes."

"And he died, like, a gajillion years ago, right? Theseus killed him in the labyrinth. So . . ."

"Monsters don't die, Percy. They can be killed. But they don't die."

"Oh, thanks. That clears it up." I feel like an idiot. I can't believe I thought you were the one.

Annabeth was almost thankful when Clarisse showed up. She was less thankful when she was drenched from head to toe in toilet water, courtesy of Percy. He was standing there kind of shocked, and she guessed she had a similar expression on her face. The thought that was running through her head now was, Well, maybe he's the one.


When Friday night rolled around, Annabeth had to use nearly every ounce of her self-control to stop herself from bursting out laughing at the sight of Percy in his Capture the Flag attire. She purposely stationed him along the creek, in full view of the enemy team, just to see if her suspicions could be confirmed. After all, Athena always, always had a plan.

Through the game, she kept one invisible eye trained on him, ready to watch if anything unusual happened. When Clarisse came exploding out of the bushes yelling, "Cream the punk!" Annabeth wasn't surprised, but she backed up to a safer distance. She saw Percy fall into the stream, then all of a sudden knock out all the Ares warriors – while still in the water . . .

When the hellhound came and went straight for Percy, Annabeth's suspicions were confirmed a little more. When he was claimed by Poseidon, there was no room left in her head for doubts anymore - he was the one that would get her a quest. She was sure by now that he was the one of the prophecy, too. Finally, an opportunity to prove herself – to Chiron, to the camp, to her mother. There was just the problem of him being a son of Poseidon. By default, she was supposed to hate him.

This made her very, very confused – a feeling she wasn't used to, and didn't like.

On the quest, Annabeth was absolutely mortified when Percy told her to go on the 'Thrill Ride of Love' with him at the abandoned water park. But she figured it was okay, as long as Percy didn't try to make anything of it.

The embarrassment was brought back times ten when she freaked out with the metal spiders – in front of Hephaestus's cameras, too. Annabeth was relieved that Percy had forgotten about it (mostly) until Grover nearly ripped her arm out of her socket because she undercalculated the force and they flew over the chained gates when their boat crashed into it. But she figured it was okay, though, because landing hard on the other side of the gates was better than having your brains knocked out through your ears by crashing into them.

When they were riding in a truck on the quest, Percy was thick-headed enough to ask whether or not things would line up like the Trojan War; Athena against Poseidon. She wasn't sure herself, but Annabeth knew that she'd fight next to him, alongside her friends – because that's what friends did.

And because he was totally the one. Um, of the prophecy, of course. Duh.

Well. If you think this is trash (which I did when I reread it) I suggest you skip to the fourth or fifth chapters. I'm not expecting reviews for this particular chapter anyway, seeing as it's this suckish.