Enough.
Percabeth one-shot, by BarbieGeneration.
As Sally Jackson stood at her kitchen window, watching the green eyed boy and the fair haired girl sitting on the balcony, she said a silent prayer to whoever was listening up there, that this would be the end of her son's problems.
He was only 16, but his weather-beaten face and scarred arms made him look much older and tougher. He had changed so much over the past three years, and despite Sally's best attempts to keep him hidden, he'd had to face up to the destiny he was born with.
She had always admired that about him- how brave he was, how he could take on monsters, titans, gods- you name it, and he'd fought it. She always knew he'd be great someday, and every night when he was little, she would sit on the edge of his bed, and while he slept, she would dream up all the things he would be, all the things he would do. But he had turned out to be so much more than she ever could have hoped (and even more handsome)
When he had brought Annabeth home that September afternoon, and introduced her as his girlfriend, Sally was delighted.
Delighted, but not surprised.
Although her son was bright (though that, at times, was debatable) he wasn't very good at hiding his feelings. Neither was the fair haired girl, and Sally often smiled to herself as she watched her drop hints so big only Percy could miss them.
They had only been together a few months when he disappeared. Sally was devastated, and when the girl had come to tell her the awful news, she could see the rare vulnerability in her stormy grey eyes, and her heartbreak. They had cried together for hours, a first for them both but a bonding moment no less.
When he returned eventually, after months of war, Sally watched again as the pair were reunited.
She watched as they cried and laughed together, as they kissed and cried and stared into each other's eyes, and as they held each other so tightly that they looked to be glued together.
For the rest of the summer, the girl had stayed with a friend from school in an apartment nearby, and was over the Jacksons most of the week. Sally saw how his whole face would light up when she entered a room, his seaweed green eyes shining with excitement.
She saw how his behaviour changed when he was with her, how gentle he became, even though the blonde haired girl herself was more than a match for him in strength. He understood how, that underneath her hard shell, was a fragile girl who wanted someone to love her and look after her. And he wanted to be the person to do that.
Now, Sally watched as the girl put her head on the boys shoulder, and how he in turn tenderly kissed the top of her head and slipped an arm around her waist.
Most couples their age only had one thing on their minds, but these two were content to simply sit and together, or spend hours looking at each other.
It was because, Sally realised, that after months apart, months of fear, of hope and heartbreak, that simply knowing the person you love is beside you- is alive- is the best feeling in the world.
It was then that Sally Jackson realised as she stood at her kitchen window, watching the green eyed boy and the blonde haired girl sitting on the balcony, they didn't need her prayers.
They had each other.
And that was enough.