Percabeth One-shots

Percy woke up with a gasp and a mess of blonde hair in his face Annabeth. He pulled apart to reveal a very awake Annabeth. She smiled at him and kissed his cheek. Percy then remembered what had happened. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, still puffy from crying all night. He was kind of sweaty; he was wearing a long sleeve pajama shirt and pajama pants and hadn't taken a shower. He noticed that it was surprisingly dim outside, must of been a little before or past dinner. Annabeth wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned into his back.

"Annabeth, I'm going to take a shower. I smell funny," he said. She smiled against his skin.

"You better. Chiron wanted to see us and I don't want you smelling like drool," she said. He placed his hands over her arms and moved them so he could turn around and kissed her forehead.

He got up, grabbed his shirt and jeans and locked himself in the bathroom and turned the shower on. He slid out of his clothes and stepped into the cool water. Again, for the countless time since he's come back, the moment the water touched his arms it stung. He looked down and saw his arms were still cruelly decorated with cuts. It was a reminder that the pain and trauma was permanent. It didn't matter that the water and small amounts of ambrosia cleared most of them, some would always be there. He took his shower and got dressed. When he finished he looked in the mirror.

He didn't see the happy brave warrior everyone else saw. He didn't see the guy Annabeth Chase fell in love with. The reasons why, he'll never know. All he saw was a scared kid who hid everything from everyone for their sake. He may not be as strong as they make him out to be, but he didn't have the heart to let them know otherwise. He took a deep breath and stepped out of the bathroom. Annabeth wasn't there, but his bed was made and his clock read eight o'clock. When he left, he saw Annabeth talking to an Apollo son. What was his name...Patrick? Yeah, Patrick. Patrick nodded then went off. Percy walked over to her and playfully nudged her shoulder to get her attention.

"Hey, what was that about?" he asked.

"He wanted to know about one of my sisters," she said smiling.

"That combination that will be almost as crazy as us," he said smiling back.

They both laughed and made their way to the Big House. When campers stopped and asked what happened, they would just say he wasn't feeling good earlier. When Piper and Leo saw them, he got tackled with a hug by Leo and got a playful punch from Piper.

"Hey dude, feel better alright?" Leo said.

"You had us worried. I'll Iris message Jason and tell him to tell the others your okay," Piper said.

"Thanks guys."

Once they got to the Big House, they saw Chiron in his wheelchair form and was relaxing on the porch. Luckily, Mr. D had Olympus duties so he was gone all week and would be gone for another one. He did not want him here for this. Chiron smiled and gestured for them to sit and that's what they did. Percy noticed the pizza and blue coke at the table and started to eat a slice. He hadn't eaten all day. Actually his appetite in general has been off recently; he's not as hungry as he used to be but he'll still eat. Annabeth had taken to drinking a coke along with Chiron. Once Percy finished his slice and had taken to a coke, he decided to break the silence.

"Sorry if I scared the camp Chiron. I just wasn't feeling well this morning," he said sheepishly.

"That's quiet alright. I actually went to go check on you a while after Annabeth did. You were sleeping so I didn't want to wake you," he said. Percy blushed a little. "However, there is something else I would like to talk to you about. Annabeth, would you like to stay for this?"

Percy, as clueless as usual, looked at Annabeth. What he saw confused him even more. She almost looked, no she did look guilty. In all of the years Percy had known her, the great Annabeth Chase has never looked guilty for anything. She looked at him and her eyes seemed to say, I'm sorry but this is for the best. That's when she pulled out something wrapped in cloth. Percy felt his heart drop when she unraveled it and revealed his blade that he used to cut his self with. It still had blood on it. He wouldn't dare look at either of them.

"Percy, I'm sorry. I-"

"Where did you find it?" he asked tonelessly.

"I was making your bed and I felt it when I was tucking the sheets under the mattress. I didn't know how to bring it up with you."

"So, I'm guessing Patrick knows too."

"I wrote a note and gave it to Patrick to give to Chiron. Percy, look at me."

"I don't think I can," he snapped. He got up and stormed off inside the Big House, not wanting to walk past them. He sat on a couch and buried his head in his hands. He heard someone come in.

"Annabeth, please leave."

"Do you really want me to tell her that?" Chiron said. Percy looked up and saw he was still in his wheelchair form.

"No," he admitted.

"Percy, listen to me. I'll be the last one to tell you that things are okay now. You've been through some tough things in your life. You have to know that we are here for you. I can get why your upset with Annabeth, but she only did it out of concern and love. You shouldn't have the bear this weight on your shoulders alone. We can keep this quiet, I'll understand that," he said. Percy ran his hands through his hair, but nodded to show that he understood. "How long have you been cutting?"

"I can't remember," Percy said. A small sniffle caused him to look up. He saw Annabeth covering her mouth and her eyes glazed over. He got up and wrapped her in a hug.

"I'm worried about you," she said into his chest.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Just promise me something."

"Anything."

She pulled away; far enough to look him in the eyes but little enough so his arms were still wrapped around her.

"Promise me you'll come to me when you need to talk," she said.

He pulled her back into the hug. "I promise. I love you."

"You'll never be weak to me; I love you too."


Eventually, Percy got around to telling Grover, Piper, Leo, Hazel, Jason, Frank, Sally, and Paul. They were supportive and did everything in their power to make sure he didn't back track. He went to weekly sessions with Chiron, who kept true to his word and didn't tell another soul. After some time, Percy did recover. Of course some of his cuts were still visible, but he just saw them as another set of battle scars. A reminder that he really wasn't weak.

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