This is a short one-shot from a 78-year-old Annabeth's POV of her dealing with Percy's passing and remember the old times.

I'm old. I've retired from monster hunting, from slaying things; and now, I resign to things old people do. I can still have some fun once in a while, though.

My husband, Percy, died a few years ago; I miss him dearly. I remember the times we would fight: back-to-back and never leaving each other's sides. I saved his butt, he saved mine. I still rescued him more times than he to me. But he asked me to marry him, back when we were twenty-something—so we're even.

It's a nice summer day, and I'm spending it outside. But then, I find my challenge: a well-packed, beast-like thing. I grab my knife off of the small, round table next to me and plunge the blade into it, piercing the tight and wrinkled skin. I keep my grip on the wooden hilt and guide the knife down, for good measures. I finally pull blade out, watching the contents spill out slowly. I claim a pot from underneath the table and lead the guts to the container, trying to keep everything nice and neat. I don't want to get the soil everywhere. I only need just enough for my flower beds.

I can't help but think of Percy, the best person anyone could ever meet. A tear rolls down my cheek as I fiddle with the knife, trying to clean it off with a paper towel. I remember watching him clean Riptide off after a recent battle with an old cloth from the weapons shed. I pull Anaklusmos out of my pocket, uncapping it. The sunlight reflects off of it, creating a rainbow of colors. "Their magically delicious," I think to myself. Looking back on Percy's favorite cereal: Lucky Charms. He had always taken to the blue moons—eating those first before anything else.

I walk inside and wash my hands: all the dirt sliding down the drain. I go over to the cupboard and pull out a red box of cereal, a blue ceramic bowl, and the purple-capped milk carton. The leprechaun stared at me in its shamrock-green outfit as I poured the grainy cereal and milk into the bowl. I gazed at the colors until my eyes came to the moons, and spooned those out first, just like Percy.

Once I finish, I sit down in front of the couch to watch some TV. I flipped channels until I found the familiar cartoon known as SpongeBob. But I knew it better as "Percy's crap cartoons."

I dared to watch it for a few minutes before I broke down into tears. I couldn't bear it. I knew Percy was gone, but I wanted to be with him. I needed to be with him. I called Nico, who lived only a couple miles away, and asked him to come over. He got here within five minutes.

"What's up?" he greeted me as I ushered him through the door. He was leaning heavily on his cane as he shuffled in.

"I want to see Percy," I simply replied.

Nico hesitated. "Um..."

"Please, Nico," I begged, not being able to get down on my knees because of my bad back. "I need to be with him."

"It's not my place to mess with that stuff. Remember what happened when I tried to summon Bianca?"
"Nico…"

"I'm sorry, Annabeth. I need you up here. You're the only family I got. Loads of people care for you. You know how many people showed up to Percy's funeral!"

"Almost a thousand people," I muttered.

"And a thousand people have supported you through this. And a thousand people need you. When your time comes, it comes. And I can't change that. When you see him, you see him. But until then, stay here."

I stared at him, looked into his eyes, knowing he was being sincere and reasonable.

"Okay," I sighed.

"Okay." He walked out of the door, waving as he went. I sat back down onto the couch, thinking of what Nico, my friend, had just said. And closed my eyes, knowing I would see Percy again.

So, was it any good? I got this idea when I was helping my grandma and her neighbor garden. Please review, thanks!