Percabeth: oneshots and headcannons {discontinued}

Warning: kind of triggers

Annabeth

She was done. Done with feeling useless, unloved and unwanted. No one really needed her; who needs battle strategies when you can think on your feet? Who needs a plan when things are unpredictable anyway? Who wants a girl that can think for her special power? She couldn't zap people, like Thalia, or fix things like the Hephaestus bunch.  Maybe the world would be better of without her.

Her dad didn't want her. Her mom thinks she's disappointing. Her siblings envied her, but what use was that? The campers avoided her. Chiron was hiding things from her too. The only person that really cared about her...

He had Rachel. Rachel, who was pretty and charismatic and spontaneous and smart, Rachel who loved all living things and cared about all people. Rachel, who was just better in every way, who said what she thought, made contagiously funny jokes, didn't care what people said. Annabeth couldn't believe herself; jealous of a mortal. But deep down, she knew that this wasn't a competition anymore. It was just about accepting being second best.

And it hurt. It was like being shot in the heart over and over every time that he talked about her, hung out with her. It hurt to know that she was losing her best friend to a stuck up, hippie, rich girl. The thought crossed her mind again; she was so close to the edge...

Maybe the world would be better off without her.

Her body felt like it was on autopilot. Annabeth stepped towards the ledge of the cliff, the wind whipping at her face. She could feel the strong urge to die tugging st her stomach. One more step, and I'm free, she thought. Her foot went forward, and she waited for the sensation of tumbling through the air as she hit the ground. It never came.

A pair of arms pulled her away from the edge. The smell of the ocean, but sweeter and more welcoming, filled her nose. She knew that touch, that scent, all to well. She squirmed until he released her, and stumbled back.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"What everybody wants," she said. Her voice broke as she spoke, a lump forming in her chest.

"Annabeth..."

"I-I," she began, but Percy just shushed her. He held her close and let her cry into his neck, and she realised that maybe he did care about her, more than she thought. She untangled herself from his arms and looked him in the eye. His sea green eyes were looking sadly at her, glassy like he was about to cry too.

"Do I want to know why?"

"You deserve to," she said. "Sometimes, I just feel like nobody cares. Like Nobody wants me. The other kids see me as stuck up, my siblings are nice, but probably just because they're my family. I'm unimpressive, Percy. You can summon earthquakes, hurricanes, giant waves, you can water bend, breathe underwater. The Ares kids are almost unstoppable in battle, the Apollo kids can heal anything, arch to perfection. The Aphrodite girls are beautiful and know everything there is to know about love, and Nico Di Angelo can raise the dead. What can I do? Oh, I can think." she said bitterly.

"What can you do? Being a daughter of Athena means that you can outsmart practically anyone. You can make a strategy of the most complicated things. You can store the most important information in your mind like you're some kind of sponge. Annabeth, you're a genius," he said. Annabeth's heart lifted, but it soon sank again when she thought about how he was only being nice.

"Yeah, well not everyone thinks that. Maybe, if I disappeared, no one would even notice. Theyd probably be more upset for you, because the great Percy Jackson's sidekick was dead."