So. I wrote this a crap long time ago as this dinky little oneshot because I was bored.

Well, I'm posting it because my friend has awesomely done something amazing. Yaaaaaaay.

DANISNOTONFIRE

Be prepared to hate me… just flame me for killing part of my all around OTP… I'M A HORRIBLE PERSON, JUST LEAVE ME IN TARTARUS SO NICO CAN SAVE ME. BECAUSE I'M IN LOVE WITH A GHOST KING.

My life.

So enjoy this oneshot songfic for What Sarah Said by Death Cab for Cutie.

And to quote David Tennant, "I am so so sorry."

What Sarah Said

I had this friend at one of my schools that was kind of... Interesting. Like, Luna Lovegood interesting. She had some sweet opinions on life, and one had always stuck in my head.

Watching someone die is love.

Those were her last words before she died of leukemia.

So, I went on a rage that school. The one person that was weirder, willing to accept me, was taken by a disease she didn't deserve.

I've suffered many deaths. Sarah, Bianca, Michael Yew, Travis and Katie, Mom, but this one right now is the worst. I know she's gonna die.

My one love, my wife, Annabeth Jackson is about to die.

I wish I could say I was thinking some sad, emotional, romantic thought, but right now it's only that the I.C.U. smells like pee. I was clutching Annabeth's favorite magazine, Vogue, that she was holding before they carted her off. My eyes and expression were dry as I stared into nothingness.

Rachel bit her lip as a sobbing Thalia used her shoulder to cry on. Nico looked around, on edge. I knew he was feeling her life starting to slip. I prayed to Apollo and Zeus and my father for the millionth time to make her better again. Make her laugh again. Make her call me Seaweed Brain and play with Luke and Athelia again. She can't die... Athelia is only a few months old. Luke is so small too...

Looking around the waiting room with Mr. Chase pacing and Thalia sniffling as Rachel comforted her and Nico concentrating on something in is deep thought. Nothing right now could comfort me. No comfort in the waiting room.

I looked at the magazine date. It was from last year. Around the time Luke was born.
Speak of the devil, as the blond beauty waddled in and reached for me. I picked him up and cradled him as I sang to him in Greek. Rachel was rocking Athelia's carriage as she shifted her look to the Empire State Building.

The lullaby ended and everything was silent but the clock. We were bracing ourselves for bad news. Nico gasped slightly. The clock struck 12.

Tick tock. Tick tock.

Steps forward. A murmur between doctors. A door opens. The nurse walks in and clears her throat.

We all look up besides the kids, who were sound asleep.

"We are so sorry, but-" was all she got out before Thalia collapsed and started sobbing. She got herself together after a while and the nurse continued.

"Annabeth was not able to pull through. She is dead."

The wall crashed.

Everything was a blur. Thalia's screaming, Athelia and Luke's wailing, Mr. Chase crying, but I stood still.

I almost cried. Then I remembered.

And everything was ok. Yes, she was gone. But she wasn't. And I still love her, we are still married, and everything was ok.

In fact, I was smiling. Because I remembered.

I remembered what Sarah said.

Well, that was emotional.

Erm, throw at me what you will.

I have watched all 72 danisnotonfire videos and I started Friday. This Friday.

YAY.

Still very sorry.

BAI.

YES I ACTUALLY POSTED SOMETHING.

MEH.

~TKAN

Goddess of Poles, Wife of the Ghost King, The Alpacalypse, DAN HOWELL MARREH ME