PERCY

He pursed his lips, looking for any sign of Castellan. He didn't have much to go off, provided he had changed clothes. Everyone they'd shown the photo to so far had seemed put off by his outfit - a navy blue jumpsuit which they constantly referred to as 'pyjamas' - so surely they'd have mentioned it if they'd seen him. Kate certainly would.

Kate. Percy spotted her with a camera amongst the ground crew. He could hear his heartbeat thundering in his head. Percy wasn't sure why he was so drawn to her.

No. That's a lie. He knew exactly why.

She was a soldiers wife, a writer. A mother. She also looked familiar with her brown locks and warm, coffee coloured eyes. Percy couldn't bare to watch. She didn't have much time.

Against his better judgement, he ran towards her. He heard a woman call his name. Part of him wondered if it was Annabeth, but he didn't allow himself to linger on the thought.

"Hi, there." He said as he reached Kate. "Remember me?"

Kate gave him a once over and turned back to her camera. "Can this wait? I'm working."

Feeling guilty, Percy pulled her by the bend in her elbow. "Afraid there's no time." His watch burned into his wrist. Kate struggled against his grip. "This can't wait."

She yelled, thrashing and managing to get free of him. He growled in frustration and pulled her one last time. "It's gonna blow!" He exclaimed, putting himself between her and the ship.

A beat.

He glanced at his watch. 7:25. Had Annabeth told them the wrong time?

Kate huffed in frustration. "Get off of me!" She said, pushing his shoulder and stalking off.

The ship was still in the air. The ropes were hanging from the ship, Percy noticed. This was it, why hadn't it gone up in flames?

The crowd surged towards the ship and left Percy looking lost.

Grover moved to stand beside him. "That's not supposed to happen, right?"

Percy took a breath. "Where's Annabeth?"

ANNABETH

Annabeth wasn't the best at following instructions. Percy had told her to find him if she saw Castellan and... well she had tried. At least she could say that much.

She was, however, good at following people it seemed. She weaved around vehicles and buildings, keeping an eye on Luke Castellan as she walked. Eventually, he went into what looked like a plane hangar. After a moment, Annabeth followed him in.

Almost immediately, a hand was over her mouth and she was pushed against the wall. She felt helpless. "You following us?" A man said. She noticed that it wasn't Castellan before realising his arm was against her stomach and his watch was digging into her hip. For a brief moment, she was trapped. Annabeth suddenly regretted not taking that stage-fighting class back when she studied Shakespeare, perhaps even faux self-defence would be helpful now.

As quickly as he had pinned her down, he was off of her again, groaning and hugging his gut. Percy was there. Annabeth had no clue what he was doing other than he landed a pretty good punch to the man's jaw before pointing a gun at him. "Take me to Castellan."

Instead, the man took a step forward.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Three shots. They echoed in Annabeth's skull.

They stood for a moment, Grover peering into the hanger only to gag and leave again. Percy looked to her.

She couldn't quite comprehend what she saw in his eyes. Remorse? Guilt? They were hard and cold, not glittering in amusement like they had been a mere few hours ago. He had just killed a man, there was no doubt about that. He looked like he wanted to say something to her, but instead, he swallowed and followed her across the hangar.

The Hindenburg was still in the air. Castellan had just saved the Hindenburg.

"How did he even do it? Save it, I mean." Percy asked asked, walking over to the body and checking his pockets.

The was a moment before Grover spoke. "The mooring ropes. The crew didn't let them touch the wet grass. It didn't ground, no spark in the hull, no boom."

"But why?" Annabeth cried. "Surely that's more concerning."

Percy stood and scowled at her. "So an extra 37 people will live another day, isn't that a good thing?"

"No!" Annabeth tried to comprehend what was going on. "That could change the present in so many ways... I can't even comprehend..."

Percy threw something to Grover and he caught it. "Finally, something I can understand."

Annabeth only realised what it was when Grover spoke about rewiring it to track the other walkie's signal and find Castellan. He started working immediately and Annabeth decided to get some air.

She was alone for a few minutes before Percy came out to join her, obviously realising he was of no use to Grover. Anger boiled out of her before she could possibly stop herself.

"Why did you use the gun? Why did they even let you bring it?" Percy looked like he was about to say something snarky and Annabeth could practically smell his smugness when he reminded her that she'd been saved by him and his gun. She didn't care and didn't give him a chance to respond. "We are in history. We are surrounded by Nazi's. What if someone were to see that gun? Say they take it to Berlin? Now the Nazi's have a weapon like this way before their time. How does that change it all, huh? You preach about saving those 37 people today, but how many people will die because of you stupidly letting someone see that gun of yours? It's my job to make sure there's no mess, that nothing changes. You just wanted to make my life impossible!"

He ran a hand through his hair. "Annabeth, there's always gonna be a mess. We'll make it up as we go. I'll get Castellan - which I will need the gun for - and we can go home."

"So if you're job is to get Castellan, why did you run off after Kate?"

Percy doesn't respond, he just looks at her. There's a softness in his eyes that Annabeth doesn't expect. She's swimming in his gaze, in the way his green irises seem drowned in their own building tears. It surprises her.

Before their stare can become too intense, Grover calls out.

When they walk into the hangar, Grover shrugs and offers them a look at the inside of the walkie. "Useless. The lead wires are soldered, and there's this thing..."

Percy took a step towards him for a better look. "Whoa, that's a blasting cap. This is a detonator."