A/N: This is the first one-shot that I shall do. It is entitled Lady Luck and this is the summery:

She had always been lucky. Lucky to live as a seven-year-old half-blood on the run alone till she was lucky to find help. She was lucky to have befriended Percy Jackson so that she could go on her first quest. She was lucky to be alive after every single one of the quests that followed. Lucky to have her friend Thalia back, lucky to live through the Titan war, and lucky to be the fiancé of her boyfriend, Percy Jackson. But, on her wedding day, Lady Luck won't favor her anymore.

This is a rather depressing fic, and there will be a character death. Not all of these one-shots will be this sad. Some will be funny or romantic or whatever. Don't read it if you want. But without further ado, here is Lady Luck.

"Will you marry me?"

Those are the words every girl wants to hear from the boy she has loved since she was 14. It's no mystery what I said to Percy. Of course.

But here I am, once white dress torn and blood everywhere, sitting on the ground outside of a chapel for my wedding.

I'll explain.

It was 6:00AM, 2 hours before the wedding started, and Thalia was combing my hair out, getting ready to braid it intricately. She had begged Artemis to let her come to my wedding, insisting that she would hate every second of it, but that she had to be there for me. The goddess had finally relinquished, realizing that Thalia would just sneak off to the wedding anyways. So the 15-year-old looking lieutenant of the Hunters stood behind me while I sat, turning my hair, and every other part of me, beautiful. Just as she was finishing the last twist, the doorbell rang. Thalia pinned the strand up and ran to the door. I hear the door open, and then a pause.

"Hello ma'me," I heard her said. Then, a voice that made my blood run cold replied.

"Hello lieutenant. Where is my daughter?" It was my mother, Athena. She had been popping in ever since Percy had proposed, demanding that I canceled the wedding. I had refused every time, even to the point of tears many times.

"She's, uh, in here." Thalia said, leading my mother into my bathroom. Athena was in the form of a twenty-year-old-woman, the same age I am now, with her dark hair pulled into a pony-tail and a small barn owl sitting on her shoulder. It fluttered over to me and I scratched its head when it nuzzled my hand. My mom's grey eyes were concerned. I glared at her.

"What do you want, mother?" I snarled. She grimaced and looked at me seriously.

"You can't go to that wedding." She said.

"Yes, actually, I can and I will." I growled, turning away to pull my dress out of the closet. It was a creamy white sleeveless dress that was gathered at a spot just underneath the chest. The gathering was covered with tiny beads that created a shape sort of like a flower. Around my hips was a belt type thing of beads. The dress flowed out around my legs and had a short train. I held it up to my body and looked into the mirror.

"What do you think?" I asked Thalia, for the hundredth time. She made a face.

"It's just as beautiful as it was yesterday, and an hour ago, and when you bought it. You'll look great in it, like everything you wear. Why do you keep asking me that?" she sighed. I frowned.

"Because you keep scowling when you say it." I countered.

"Of course I scowl. I keep imagining you marrying a boy." She shuddered. I laughed.

"But Annabeth," my mother cut in, "you really can't go to this wedding. I have seen it. You will regret it." I glared at her again.

"Mother, nothing you say will change the fact that I am marrying Percy today," I lied. But the truth was that her words had shot fear and doubt into me. What if it didn't work out? I pushed down the feelings and straightened my shoulders. "This conversation is over." I said, resolve ringing in my voice. My mother's eyes flashed with anger.

"You will regret it," she said. And with that, she stormed out of my apartment, slamming the door behind her. I sighed.

"Get her out of your mind. You have a wedding to attend. Let me help you with your dress." Thalia said soothingly.

Two hours later, I stood inside the chapel, waiting to hear the wedding march so I could walk the aisle. Thalia stood in front of me as my only bridesmaid. I had laughed a little at that. Thalia would be a maid forever. Always, always, always a bridesmaid. Though, if she broke her vow, then she could get married. I wonder what happens to hunters when they lose their immortality. Do they shrivel up and die as their true age catches up with them, or just live like a human until they die of whatever cause? That would really be gross…

No. I needed to be focused. The stress was going to my head, making me remarkably random. I took a deep breath just as the wedding march started up. Clenching my fingers onto my bouquet of white and grey flowers, I stepped out of the church and down the stone steps to the aisle of grass. The wedding colors were green, grey, and white. Green like Percy's eyes, grey like mine, and white to tie it together.

As I came into sight, everyone sighed, like they're supposed to when they see the bride in all her glory. I walked down the aisle, pacing my steps with the beat. I looked up to the arch where I would be standing, making my oaths to Percy… and there he was. He was dashing in his crisp black suit and solid green tie that accentuated his eyes. I could tell that his breath was caught in his throat and I hoped it was because of how I looked. He looking into my eyes and I realized that mine were shining with tears. I reached him and the song ended.

The priest said his lines and I felt myself saying, "I do." I thrilled when Percy said it too.

"I now pronounce you man and wife," the priest said.

And then, all hell broke loose.

About five monsters morphed from "innocent" guests and started attacking the assembled half-bloods and humans. And then four more came out of the surrounding trees. I shrieked and whipped my knife out from where I had strapped it to my thigh under my dress. Percy pulled his sword out from his suit pocket and uncapped the pen.

The rest was just a blur. I remember seeing Thalia with her bow and arrows out and various half-bloods pulling out weapons while the poor confused humans just screamed and ran about.

But the next part was completely and horribly clear. I was just twisting around to avoid getting my throat ripped out when I heard it. A shout of agony from an all too familiar voice.

Percy.

I turned around so fast, it was a blur and raced to his side where he was bleeding profusely from his mortal point, an area on the small of his back. The rest of the world didn't exist anymore. Some monster had clawed him in just the right spot and he was going to die. I pulled him into my arms, his blood soaking into my dress.

He drew in a ragged breath and looked me in the eyes. I freaked out.

"You're not going to die!" I shouted "I can't live without you. You won't-." he cut me off.

"Annabeth," he said. "I love you." I was sobbing and protesting but he just weakly pushed himself up enough to kiss me softly on the lips.

"I-I love you too." I stuttered, still crying. And then, he smiled.

"I'm glad I know that," he said, closing his eyes.

"No! No, Percy!" I yelled, but it was too late. He was dead. He had died, right here in my arms.

And now here we are, at the scene of his death.

In retrospect, my mother was right. I'll regret this day for every day of the rest of my miserable life. The first half of my life was much too good to last. My luck had run out. Lady Luck no longer cared for me, and my life resumed to what a half-bloods life should be: lonely and dangerous.

In the same five minutes, I was a wife and a widow. Lady Luck no longer favored me, and it showed. Because here in my arms, his head resting in my bloodstained lap, was my forever love.

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So...Whaddoya think?

I put a link on my profile of Annabeth's dress (pre bloody-ness)

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