This is my fist fanfic and stuff, so I could use a lot of constructive criticism, but I would prefer if you didn't say stuff like "you thing sucks!" because I already know that it does. I had one idea for the plot but I don't really like it very much, if one of you guys could help me out that would be great, and I would give you credit. Thanks you guys.

Disclaimer: Last time I checked, I am not Rick Riordan, so, I can't own PJO. All Rights go to Rick Riordan.

"Vlacas!" I muttered as I ran down the street.

I was late… yet again.

And I was running… yet again.

From the stupid Minotaur…. You got it, yet again.

Annabeth wasn't going to like it, but I was surrounded by mortals, and I didn't want them to see me get into a fist fight, or whatever it was that they saw, so I decided that I would continue sprinting until I reached an ally. Thank the gods that there were plenty of those here in New York City. I know, I know, not the smartest place to fight the Minotaur, you are supposed to jump out of his way while he's charging at you because he can't change direction well, and I can't do that in a narrow ally, blah blah blah.

But I have a plan… ish.

I sprinted down the street, until I reached an ally narrow enough for my purposes, and turned down it. I could hear the Minotaur not far behind me, running and snuffling too. Well, I wasn't snuffling, but whatever, you get the picture. Why didn't this guy just lay off me? I mean seriously, he had to have something else better to do then chase a very late demigod around New York? Just then, I sharply spun around and uncapped my pen, and Riptide grew into a full length sword and embedded its self into the Minotaur's belly as he ran directly into its point. "Moo?" he said, and then exploded into golden dust, the way that monsters do, and I was completely covered in the Minotaur's sparkles. Eww. I recapped Riptide brushing myself off as well, and jogged out of the ally, and to Central Park, where I would be meeting up with Annabeth before we went back to Camp HalfBlood.


I saw Annabeth before she saw me.

She was standing by an oak tree, leaning one shoulder against its trunk, reading a book. I smiled and snuck up behind her, and hugged her from behind, resting my chin on her shoulder. I felt her smile, and she turned her face to look at me.

"You're late," she said and she kissed my cheek, I turned my face as well and kissed her on the lips.

"Sorry," I said. "I ran into something."

"Did you run here?" she asked, as she noted that I was breathing heavily. "Gods Percy, even if you were running a bit late, that doesn't mean you had to run here."

I sat down, resting my head on the trunk of the tree and answered, looking up at her and grinning, "Well, I wanted to see you."

She smiled and sat down next to me, "So, why were you running late?"

"The Minotaur."

"Again?" She stretched her legs and lied down, putting her head on my lap.

"You don't have to tell me," I said dryly. This had been the third time that this had happened; I was pretty much used to it now.

Annabeth smiled at me, and said laughing, "You'd think he would have gotten the message when threw him off that bridge."

I looked down at her and started to laugh, "Yeah he didn't stay dead very long, now did he though. Just my luck huh?"

"Seaweedbrain, you are going to continue to say that over, and over again, before you realize that you have the worst luck out of any one I have ever met, and that any monster you kill will just keep on coming back for more."

"Well," I retorted, as I touched her cheek, "I was lucky enough to meet you,"

She smiled, "That you were."

First bit done :D! Okay any ideas for the plot? If so, write it in the review box- thingy, and if you do, you will get a virtual food item of your choosing! Thanks again,