*This story contains mentions of suicide*
Jason
Having fought Gaea and being the son of Jupiter, you would have though I would be able to walk through a storm. But no.
I had never seen one this strong or raging before. Sea salt splashed fiercely around my ankles as I neared the eye of the storm.
"Percy!" I yelled. The wind blew so loudly however, that I doubted he could hear me, "Percy, it's Jason,"
My ears were left ringing as the wind dyed down. Not Sally, not Grover, not Tyson. No one had been able to make him stop the storm.
I hadn't either.
It was out of pure exhaustion that he has stopped. His eyes were red and puffy, and his face was gaunt.
"Percy, just come with me. It'll be okay," I told him. And he collapsed.
It must have been the first time he had slept in ages. Poor guy. After he had collapsed, I had used the wind to take him back to the Posiedon cabin - or newly appointed Annabeth shrine - which ever you prefer to call it.
I sank down onto the sofa opposite his bed. I was tired too, probably not as much as him, but still. I close my eyes for what felt like a second, before I woke up to the sound of grunting.
Percy was stood on a step ladder, tying a rope to the ceiling, a noose on the end.
I tackled him to the floor and he began to shake as teared flowed down his pale face.
"Let me go," He told me.
"No!" I shouted back, "We've already lost her, and we can't loose you too," Percy's body went limp,
"I can't do it anymore," He whispered, his voice hoarse, "I don't want to,"
"Want to do what?" I asked as I helped him sit up,
"I don't want to live without her,"
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Percabeth One Shots
FanfictionPercabeth one shots, based on the head cannon that they both went to Goode or a school in San Francisco to be with each other, and the fact that their both popular! I know that this is very cliche, but ah well!
