Percy and Annabeth have just returned from Tartarus and they both are struggling with being out and about on the Argo II. With the seven only a week away from facing Gaia in Athens, Gaia will do anything to slow them down. The seven are faced with their worst memories and secrets will be revealed as they journey through Epiales' sacred rooms. I DON'T OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS - THEY ALL BELONG TO RICK RIORDAN AND HIS BOOKS. plz enjoy!!

"Percy!" A panicked voice calls, sounding like it's not the first time they said his name. "Are you okay?" Percy stills, not sure what to say. His mouth opens and then closes again and his gaze flies to a scar running down his arm. "Time heals all wounds." He shrugs, a casual gesture, though the creases around his eyes and the tightness to his lips is anything but casual. Natasha - for that's who's been calling his name - studies him for a moment, noting the way he avoided the question. "No, Percy. Time fiddles with your memories and dulls the pain of the wound, but it remains there all the same." Percy's hand drops down to his side, his expression carefully blank. "And what of emotional pain? Does it remain?" "It festers." Natasha lets out a slow breath, trying to keep her face in a neutral position, though her eyes betray her concern and the fact that she speaks from experience. "And the more you try to contain it, to hide it, the more it grows. Then one day it just... implodes. Like a storm. And... all the water just... drags you under. Until someone pulls you out." Percy laughs drily. "See that's the problem, Natasha. Everyone that's tried to pull me out is dead. And gods know I'm not strong enough to pull myself out." Or Percy Jackson meets the avengers. Can they help him? Or will he drown?

the war was over. his friends were safe. that's all Percy cared about. maybe he could get some peace and quiet for once. boy, was he wrong. Harry was exhausted. what he really needed was a nice vacation away from all the publicity. he never thought he'd get it, even though if it was to new York to find Perseus riddle, voldamorts grandson. join our heroes as two world's collide. will friendships be made, or hatreds blossomed? find out in this epic crossover! sorry guys I tried. I suck at descriptions. it probably sounds cheesy. but I don't want it to be. most stories like this have Harry hating Percy but growing to like him. this will be different. *evil laugh*

Percy is a tool. I'm not being rude. He is literally a tool. Used and broken by the gods, then thrown away, to places where nothing thrives but the darkness. Annabeth is dead. So are the rest of the Seven. So, naturally, Percy assumes that he can get some time off. Get his mind out of the dark places that have been haunting him since the war with Gaea. But no, he can't. When he arrives at his mother's apartment to find both her and Paul laying dead on the floor, all valuables gone, something inside Percy breaks. It just snaps, and the next thing Percy knows, a pair of warm arms are trying to wrap themselves around him... ___________________________________________ This is a Percy X Apollo fanfic, taking place after the Heroes of Olympus series. I do NOT own the Percy Jackson series, and warning: There will be mention of suicide, possible graphic scenes, and violence. I will provide another warning before each chapter that has something I feel may be disturbing to some. If you do not pay attention to these, that is your fault. You have been warned. Also, yes, the title is from a Beatles song. Thank you.