Title: Simple As ABC
Author: LittleMissUnfortunate
Rating: PG-13 Strong language not suitable for minors.
Summary: Drabbles about almost anything with our beloved PJO characters. May be a special moment that we missed or something as arbitrary as Hades' gym shorts. From Annabeth to Zoë, the alphabet will tell it all.

A/N Hi all, so I know I've been kind of neglecting my chapter stories lately but I swear I'm working hard on them. Promise. In fact the re-written edition of Walk The Line will be up soon and I'm pretty content with it. Anyway, here's a new chapter story I've cooked up recently and I thought it'd be a fun thing to try. It's mainly drabbles about almost anything you can think of within the alphabet (which is basically everything) with our beloved PJO characters. The time setting could be anytime, the past, present, or future. I'm going to try my best and not make this all about Annabeth and Percy and add as many of the other characters in as I can. Basically I just want this to be fun and enjoyed by the readers, I'm not aiming for a certain genre, I'm just going to write down whatever comes to me. I'm avoiding deep stuff like angst and romance so if you're looking for that you won't find it here. It'll mostly be certain moments in their lives that we've missed out on and I want to create a spotlight on that. So enough with the super long author note and let's carry on with the story!

A is for Art

It was 1 am, well into the late night and the thought of sleep hadn't even crossed her mind. Sure, there were a few empty mugs once filled with coffee sitting on her kitchen counter, but it didn't hurt.

"Woah- I think it's time someone hired a housekeeper."

A mass of red curls peered out from behind the canvas. Green eyes twinkled and her lips pulled up in a hint of a smile as she stared at the approaching visitor. She turned back to her painting and applied a fresh coat of taupe strokes. Thunderous beats of music (most probably The Rolling Stones or AC/DC) boomed behind her on the docking station.

"Don't you think you're taking that painting a bit too seriously, Rach?"

Percy suddenly appeared behind her and began critique on her latest creation, or big, flattened ball of chaos, depending on how Rachel's mood was on that particular day. Right now, the image on the canvas looked like a cross between a field of striking flowers and a ruinous warzone, or what Nico described Hades' backyard to look like after Persephone was done with her monthly garden work.

In other words, Rachel seemed pretty pissed.

"You know what I think Percy?" she began.

Percy rolled his eyes assuming a bleak expression on his face, preparing for another lecture on art and expression and creativity. He heard it all before, and he certainly didn't want to hear it again at two in the morning when he was supposed to be writing a college paper back in his dorm.

Rachel dropped her pallet and paintbrush on a nearby table that startled him momentarily. "I think art is a fantastic way of expressing your current emotions and feelings, to kind of release inner pain or whatever." She began sauntering out the studio and into her living room with Percy following close behind starting to doubt her physical and emotional well-being.

"There's no right or wrong in art, it can't be put off just because it doesn't look like a Da Vinci or Van Gough, I mean look at Picasso!" Percy's mind began swimming in names of various artists, trying to remember as to which she was referring to. "And it definitely shouldn't be judged by some jack ass like-"

"Okay, what's his name?"

Percy knew exactly what was going on now. A few months ago Rachel had began dating, although Apollo wasn't so thrilled about his Oracle throwing herself at guys he accepted the fact that it wasn't against her vows. Just as long as she remained a virgin and didn't resolve in any kind of physical interaction, but once in a while Rachel was able to steal a few kisses.

"Huh?" she gave him a dishevelled look while slumping back on her couch. Percy took a seat opposite her and spotted a few more coffee mugs on the glass table in front of him. He wondered how it was possible for one person living in a huge penthouse (compliments of Mr. Dare) all alone was able to own so many mugs, he figured she could start her own collection if she wanted.

"Oh, what does it matter now anyway?" Lifting her legs she brought them to her chest, curling up in a ball. Running her hands through her tousled red hair, she glanced lazily in Percy's direction.

He figured she didn't take whatever happened between her and the mystery dater too well. Percy only ever caught her in a stage like this once before and it took a lot of therapy in the form of smashing priceless china for her to get over it. Needless to say Mrs. Dare looked more shocked than fuming when she had visited Rachel. 'All those years at Clarion Academy, have you learned nothing?!"

Soon he began to suspect a bottle of wine to be lurking somewhere around the kitchen among the coffee mugs.

"Maybe you should lay off this whole dating thing for a while, it doesn't suit the whole Oracle and chaste thing either." He offered, hoping she had calmed down a little by then. Having his head bitten off wasn't the best way to end off a Sunday evening.

Rachel didn't answer him, instead her head began flailing around on her neck, flinging fiery red locks all over the show. For a second it frightened Percy, it made her look possessed and utterly psycho, he even considered she was having another one of her 'prophecy moments' but he probably would have been halfway down her penthouse elevator by then.

Abruptly she stopped and steadied her head with her hands and she grunted in pain, "Caffeine and alcohol," she stood up and stumbled towards the kitchen area with Percy close behind, ready to yank her back if she was to fall straight forward onto her face. Rachel tripped, which sent her flopping down against the kitchen counter. "Not good."

She reached for a mug half filled with coffee until Percy hastily grabbed it out of her grasp. "Oh no- that's enough for tonight. I'm getting you some water."

Propping her head up on one hand she mumbled, "You're such a kill joy Percy, shouldn't you be off somewhere being tutored by Annabeth?"

"Ha-ha." Percy didn't mind the snide comments from Rachel anymore, since he had learnt to get used to them over the past couple of years, but she'd never let him forget that he needed the help of his girlfriend to pass senior year.

He slid a clear glass over Rachel across the marble surface, the water sloshed around as it halted to a stop in front of her. She folded her arms and ignored it, "Seriously, why are you here so late anyway? I'm beginning to regret giving you a key."

He leaned forward on the counter, shifting a few mugs out of his way. "Annabeth's in San Francisco for the week, needed someone to talk to." He sighed and took a sip of his own water. "But seeing the state you're in, I don't even think you're eligible."

Over the past few years him and Rachel became extremely close, she'd be the first person he would talk to outside camp when Annabeth wasn't around. And sometimes, her advice would even make sense and help him. When he was in a good mood, he would also give her advice, although she didn't really find much of it useful. But they'd seen each other in all kinds of situations, and tonight wasn't anything new to either of them.

He walked over next to her and she slumped her head on his shoulder, murmuring incoherently onto the sleeve of his jacket. He laughed, "Come on, let's get you to bed."

He pulled an arm around her shoulder and guided a dizzy and light-headed Rachel to her bed. Once she settled into her pillow he shoved his hands in his pockets and offered to send Nico by the next morning, just to make sure she was still alive. To which she replied, "No. I don't need a teenage ghost whisperer creeping around my penthouse thank you very much."

Percy chuckled then explained that he'd better get started on his paper and turned to exit the room.

"Wait-"

He turned back, face only lit dimly by the single lamp that was switched on in her large room.

"Why do men cheat anyway? Is it like some sort of competition between you guys to see who can score the most girls? Or is it just that you're too cowardly to really talk to the girl and sort out all the problems before you go find some other slut to sleep with."

She had made it sound like she was addressing Percy directly, but he knew she would never imply something like that on him. Everyone knew he and Annabeth and been happily seeing each other for the past four years already.

Instantly realising who she had just asked she interrupted before Percy could reply her. "Never mind, maybe Apollo would know more about that kind of stuff than you do. Or Zeus probably..." she trailed off.

Percy held his breath, pretty sure that a lightning bolt would zap out of nowhere, but nothing had happened so he considered Rachel lucky. Just that one time.

He shook his head smiling to himself and turned back towards the door without answering her question. "You Rachel, truly are a work of art." He called as he stepped out of her extensively set double doors.

She sat up in bed as her deafening music back in the studio was shut off swiftly, arms at her side supporting her and she shouted back to him. "You better mean that as a good thing!"

"I'll leave it to your imagination!"

A/N I hope everyone liked it! It seemed a bit Prachel didn't it? Well you could see how much I tried to add Annabeth in as well, since I'd like to keep everything as canon as possible. Please review, I'd like to know how everyone responses to something like this. I haven't seen many fics liks this so I decided to give it a try! Once again please review, also now I'm going to try reply all my reviews, you guys deserve some insight from me as well. :)