Our One-Shots

Never Again- Percabeth one-shot

(Hi! CockerSpanielofDOOM here and this is a Percy Jackson one shot. You don't have to listen to the music, but I think it adds to the feeling of the story. Enjoy! Also, if you see the word Asparagus anywhere, please tell me! YasQueen4002 thinks it's funny to replace Annabeth with Asparagus XD)

"Annabeth!"
"Percy!"
"Where are you?"
"I-I don't know!"
"Stay there, I'll find you!"
"No, Percy. It's too dangerous. I..I..."
"You what?"
"I love you, Seaweed Brain."
"Wait, no! Annabeth!"
"It's too late, son of Poseidon. You're precious Annabeth is dead."

It was a new voice, a gruff, rough voice, not unlike Tyson's. Normally, the voice itself would have scared him, but now that meant nothing to Percy. The words it had spoken sent tingles up his spine, which blossomed into trembles of terror. He felt numb all over, unable to stand, unable to speak. Tears gushed from his sea green eyes, trailing down his face.

"No... Annabeth." He whispered desperately.

"Like I said, Perseus Jackson. It is too late. Annabeth is dead." The voice replied.

But Percy didn't hear it, as his conscious slowly slipped away from him and his sight dimmed until he collapsed onto the ground.

Percy sat up in his bed, panting. He looked wildly around his surroundings, and calmed down, realizing he was in his apartment. He got out of his bed, throwing aside the grey blankets. He had bought those blankets on a whim, years ago, because they were the colour of Annabeth's eyes. Now though, he regretted it as every time he woke up from that horrible dream, they were there.
It had been twelve long years since he had lost her, since he had lost everything he lived for. His life had lost colour after she died, and seemed meaningless and dull. Why he kept living, he didn't know, but he felt Annabeth would have wanted him to.

It hadn't been easy; he had watched as all his friends got married, and in Leo and Calypso's case, had children. Meanwhile, he hadn't had a single date in twelve years. How could he? He could never move on from her.

He walked across his tiny bedroom to the wardrobe. He opened it, and pulled out a pair of nice jeans and a new button-up shirt. He slipped them on, and then put on a pair of white converse. He glanced over at his dresser, where his Camp Half-Blood necklace was hung on a handle. Gods, he hadn't worn that in years. He went over and picked it up. The beads lay in his palms and he stroked them. He gazed over every single one, and memories came flooding back to him. Finally, he landed on the final bead on his necklace. It was larger than the rest and coloured blue, with a beautiful grey owl painted in the centre. Carved around the owl in Ancient Greek was her name, Annabeth. Tears fell from Percy's eyes and splashed onto the necklace as remembered the day it was presented to him.

That had been his last day at camp.

After that, he came to realise that the place held too many powerful, sad memories. The day they won the chariot race, his first day at camp, their underwater kiss. It was all too much for him, and he left his friends and family for the mortal world and somehow he still survived.

He put the necklace on, and went into his kitchen. It was a small enough kitchen, but then again it was only Percy using it. It had a little oven, which also functioned as a microwave, a cheap fridge that had a tendency to break and a grubby counter-top which he kept meaning to clean, but never got round to.

He grabbed a plate and a few pieces of bread and popped them in the toaster. As he waited for his toast to, well, toast, he poured himself a glass of water. When his breakfast finally popped, he buttered it, placed it on the plate and brought it to his kitchen table. It was a tiny table, about ninety centimetres wide and a metre long, made of battered old wood. There was one matching chair at it. Percy had picked the set up at a yard sale about six years ago, and had also encountered an empousa.