Percy Jackson One-Shots(Editing)

Percabeth:A Month and Then A Week(Percabeth week)

Annabeth squints as she stares at the empty part bed next to her, her hands blindly feeling the other side of the bed. Her hand grasps the empty white sheets before falling back down. She wills herself not to cry, but the silent tears began to well up in her eyes.

It was five o'clock in the morning and her husband had yet to return from his alleged office party. She isn't a clingy wife, but this isn't a one-time occurrence. This had been continuing for the past six months; Percy would return home well after godly hours, silently slipping into bed without removing his suit.

He would keep his back turned to her, not giving the usual kiss he used to at the beginning of their marriage. The couple had been married for two years, straight out of college as sweethearts. But the honeymoon phase had ended within a year before Percy turned to these new ways.

Annabeth trusted him however. He was her husband, meant to be with her through health and illness; they had made vows. But, Annabeth was not gullible. She knew when Percy came home late the second night with the smell of an unfamiliar perfume mixed with his cologne that he was lost to her.

Yet, she always did her best not to show her hurt feelings. Every couple went through their ups and downs, right?

Annabeth hears the noise of her front door open, the creaking noise of the opening door ringing throughout the apartment. She quickly turns to face the window as the door to their bedroom opens. He walks in silently with his head hung low, his hair disheveled, and his tie askew.

She can feel his eyes trained on her, but rather than getting in like he normally did, he walks back to the door, pausing momentarily before exiting the room. Annabeth closes her eyes, her lip now trembling, a cough racking through her body as she shivers and pulls up the blankets.

When she wakes up two hours later, she finds a note addressed to her. Annabeth's fingers shake as she gently picks up the paper by the edge. In a quick, messy scrawl, the writer had written a message in a hurry:

We need to talk tonight. ~Percy

Annabeth hurries home from work that day with a bag of groceries in her hand. After entering the apartment, she rushes into the kitchen, turning on the stove immediately.

She begins boiling the water and heating the sauce before straining the spaghetti. Her mind tells her to focus solely on the process of cooking and not on what was to come later that evening.

An accidental touch of the pot burns her skin, causing the red to appear immediately. Annabeth quickly runs the burn under a stream of cold water from the sink faucet. Putting the boiling water in simmering mode, she absent mindedly begins cutting the chicken when her mind wanders off to earlier days.

"Annabeth," Percy began, "I was thinking."

"Yes?" she replied, with a soft smile on her face, encouraging him to continue, "What is it Percy?"

He stared at the ground, one foot rubbing against the other almost shyly, "We've been dating for two and half years now, known each other for four. I know it's too early…Actually, forget it. Forget that I said anything."

"Percy," Annabeth's smile turned into more of a frown, "You can't just do that. Tell me." She grabbed his arm, pulling him closer to her.

"We're graduating in two months, and…" Percy took a deep breath, "I was thinking about what happens next, after we graduate. I have all these things that I want to, but thing was constant. You."

Annabeth didn't say anything, knowing that he had more to say.

"Truth is that I love you. Wherever I may be in fifty years from now, I would like to see you by my side. You will always be by my side. Annabeth, I want you to marry me."