Percabeth Oneshots

With A Little Help From My Friends

(A/N) By me. The title is also a name of a famous song from a more famous band. I'll accept a prompt from the person who can name the bond.

Annabeth was leaning against the mast of the Argo II, staring out at the ocean with that focused look she got when she was mentally building an entire city. Or plotting ways to accidentally (read: on-purpose) shove Percy overboard.

"Hey, Wise Girl," Percy called, strolling over with an unmistakable grin.

She turned, arching an eyebrow. "What's up, Seaweed Brain?"

He held out a small leather bundle. "I got you a little something."

Annabeth raised an eyebrow, skeptical but intrigued. She untied the leather straps and unfolded the cloth, revealing a beautiful celestial bronze knife. She gasped, examining the blade – it was perfect, even better balanced than her old one.

"You..." she said, blinking in surprise. "You did this?"

"Well, not me," Percy admitted, "but I got Leo to make it for you. Figured you might need a replacement after the whole... you know." He mimicked something vague with his hands that apparently meant Tartarus nightmare with a side of falling into a pit.

Annabeth laughed, shaking her head. "Percy, this is amazing."

She ran her thumb over the hilt, admiring the craft. Then she noticed something carved into the metal.

"I'm glad you're not dead, even though your knife might be. We can go look for it if you want, but I don't recommend it. - The Supersized McShizzle."

Her jaw dropped. "Please tell me you didn't ask Leo to write that."

Percy chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "All I said was, 'Put a nice message on it, Leo.' This... was his interpretation."

Annabeth couldn't help but snort. "Supersized McShizzle?"

"He insists that's what the mortals would call him if he had, you know, a fan club."

"Well," she said, still grinning, "as far as weapons go, it's not bad. The inscription, though..."

Percy raised his hands defensively. "Hey, he wanted to put 'Don't die on me again, or I'll be mad, Love, The Hot Dog Lord.' I stopped him."

Annabeth smirked, holding up the blade as if to examine it. "Supersized McShizzle, huh? Almost makes me want to go back to Tartarus just to lose this one, too."

"Don't you dare," Percy said, laughing. "One 'Supersized McShizzle' message was enough. Next time, he'll probably use glitter paint or add a handle that squeaks."

She rolled her eyes, but there was a sparkle of gratitude there. She held the knife up to him, tilting it so the ocean caught its gleam. "Well, I suppose it'll do. Just... make sure Leo knows I'll track him down if he ever tries 'glitter paint' on anything of mine."

Percy grinned, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. "Deal. I think you'd be the scariest thing he's faced yet."

As she leaned against him, Annabeth felt the weight of the blade in her hand – and of her life, still intact, still moving forward. With Percy's arm around her, she felt a little lighter, even with the Supersized McShizzle as part of her new arsenal.