One Shots [And Headcanons] Percabeth - Percy Jackson - Heroes Of Olympus

The One Who-

He stared in shock at the lifeless body in front of him. Her blonde curls tinted red and sprawled on the floor, getting soaked in more read. Blood pouring out of her neck. Her skin burned, cut and bruised... and all he could do was stare.

"A... Annabeth? Wise Girl... Annabeth!" He yelled, his throat raw.

The fiery monster advanced towards him, and his eyes finally filled with anger. He screamed at it, cursing and slashing with his sword. He basically created mini tsunami's and earthquakes, endlessly dousing the monster. He threw a tantrum.

He heard gasping and spluttering, like someone was choking as he held a tight grip around a rock...

"Percy, please!"

He opened his eyes to stare into sky blue ones. Jason's short blonde hair was matted with water and his face was turning red. Percy's hands were clasped tightly around his neck until he released them in shock.

"Percy..." a soft voice called behind him, like the one in his dream. He rose slowly, staring at Jason, who was now coughing violently.

"J-jason..." Percy reached to help him up, which Jason accepted, but punched Percy's jaw once standing.

"Jason!" Piper scolded him and ran to hold him back. She was also dripping wet and her forehead was bruised.

Percy was spun around from the punch to meet fearful grey eyes. "Percy..." the voice from his dreams... she was alive.

"Annabeth" he said, still in shock. What was going on? He was standing in inches of water that were trickling back into canoe lake. Debris lay on the floor - pieces of wood broken off cabins, dead strawberry plants from the fields, nuts and bolts washed from the Hephaestus cabin and books and pages torn from the Athena cabin. As Percy glanced around, he noticed that the campers had all crowded around - everyone drenched and most likely injured. He'd brought down deadly waves on the camp and had almost killed Jason.

Annabeth stepped closer, uncertainly. That hit him hard. She was scared to come closer - scared of him. She had a cut on her check that he reached up to touch, but paused when she flinched away. His hand fell back to his side.

The clop of horse hooves could be heard in the distance and Chiron appeared at Percy's side.

"I think... we need to do something about this, my boy." The Centaur stated the obvious.

Percy sunk the the ground and picked up a wilted flower. "It's not safe for me to be here."

"Percy-" Annabeth was interrupted.

"I can't stay here and keep doing this." His eyes closed and a single tear slipped out. "It's never been this bad before. I owe an apology to everyone - and even an apology doesn't make up for what I've done."

Annabeth knelt down beside him and enveloped him in an embrace.

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Up in Olympus, Apollo offered no help whatsoever to Percy's problem. Lots of yelling came from Annabeth as Percy slipped out of the throne room silently.

He dawdled his way to the bridge that connected Olympus to the elevator of the Empire State Building. He stood on the bridge and looked down to the city six-hundred floors below.

He shouldn't have thought about it, but he did. It was in his mind now.

He imagined the wind ripping at his clothing, the feeling of weightlessness.

His leg was already on the other side of the bridge, then the other followed.

In the back of his mind, he heard her screams and pleas, getting closer and closer.

Until he let go.

His fantasy of the wind came true and he was filled with a funny feeling of falling.
It felt as if the wind was trying to catch him, like Zeus was determined to stop his death. But it was fate, and the fates were always right.

He remembered everything, until the ground raced towards him and he finally remembered nothing.

Percy Jackson was loyal. He was hurting his camp and his friends. And, by free falling, he would end their pain. End the pain for all.

Except one.

The one who screamed the the top of her lungs.
The one who jumped over the railing after him.
The one who successfully got caught by the wind and brought back to safely plant her feet on the ground.
The one who lost her other half to the hands of Hades.
The one who suffered the same nightmares but was too powerless to cause harm.
The one who suffered the same pain of seeing her loved ones hurt.
The one to bare the news to the depressed camp.

The one who followed in his footsteps three days later.