Percabeth One Shots

Life Story

Percy POV (imagine he goes to therapy bc honestly with all that trauma? He needs help)

I quietly entered the room. The room where I would spill my life story to a professional therapist. A half blood like me.

"Mr. Jackson?" She asked. I nodded. "Have a seat." I sat down. "My name is Dr. Eloise Thresher. I was informed you're a half-blood?" I nodded. "Alright, good. My father is Apollo. What would you like to talk about first?"

I inhaled a deep breath. My fingers dug into the armrests of the chair. "My life story. It's easier to tell before I know you well." She wrote something down on a clipboard I didn't notice before.

"Whenever you're ready." Her posture was stick straight, her legs crossed on her chair. She held the clipboard in her right hand and a pencil in her left. I took another deep breath.

"It all started when I was a small child. My father won the lottery and became rich. It was terrible. Even at four years old, I knew there was a change. He bought too much, drank too much. I-" I paused briefly, recalling the memories of the smell of alcohol, the ciggarets.

"I began to hate my father. My mother was the only one I could trust, and even then, it wasn't saying much. I knew that I couldn't get the attention I needed, so I broke expensive things, ruined the most exclusive paintings, threw tantrums, an was basically a huge brat. I knew that in order for me to get in trouble was to get noticed by my parents, and pretty soon, they sent me off the boarding school for mentally unstable children. At least, that's what I remember." I shook my head, riding my memories of the past.

"One day, my father was in a car accident. He died. As sick as it sounds, I was glad he was gone. My mother sold the giant house we lived in for money, and bought a small apartment in Manhattan instead. She started paying attention to me, finally. I was happy, for the first time since my father won the lottery.

"But again, after I was home from my second boarding school, everything changed. My mother had remarried while I was away, and hadn't told me. I think I was maybe seven. The guys name was Gabe. At first, he wasn't too bad. But the second my mother left-" I inhaled sharply.

"You don't have to tell me, Mr. Jackson. We can work up to it." Dr. Thresher told me.

"No, I need to. Before you know me to well. I don't want to think about it. There was a lot of abuse. He was in my life every school break over the next five or six years. I don't really remember. I blocked that part of my childhood out.

"Eventually, Smelly Gabe- that's a nickname I gave him- died. My mom turned him into a statue using Medusa's head. I got it from my first quest. He was an alcoholic, by the way. I came home from another boarding school and he was gone. My mother had bought a different apartment and had left everything from our old one too start fresh, as she put.

"The summer I had finished sixth grade, I found out that I was a half blood. Half god, half human. And since that wasn't enough, I was the son of one the three oldest gods. Posiedon. I went on a quest with a couple friends. Well, Grover was my friend. Annabeth, not so much. But we became friends. I remember thinking that she was pretty, even when I was twelve. The next summer was similar, and the summer after that. When I was fifteen, I went through the Labrinth. The inescapable maze. Imagine a corn maze, but a million times bigger and more deadly. I blew up Mt St. Helen's that summer. I was missing for two weeks. Camp had a funeral for me. I crashed it. Annabeth had kissed me before I blew it up. If it weren't for the fact that we were about to die, it could have been romantic.

"At the end of the summer, I bathed in the River Stix. I personally fought the ancient titan Kronos. I won. Well, kind of. His host killed himself. Very traumatic for Annabeth.