MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Read, my little Percabeth lovers, and watch as your favorite couple is torn to shreds!

Well, not really. But there will be lots of jealous lovers...

So read, please!

Disclaimer: I am not a middle-aged man who was blessed with amazing creative power, so don't sue me. I AIN'T RICK, PEEPS!

Damn, I hate doing those!

Well, my friendlings, welcome to the story...

Annabeth

It was a wonderful day to receive blessings from the gods. The sun shone in a sky that was the perfect shade of blue, meaning Zeus was in a good mood. Surprising, if you knew him.

The sea was smooth and sparkling, which made sense. Poseidon would do no less than the best for his favorite son on a big day like this.

As I stood in the throne room, I recalled all of those little details that made the day perfect. It wasn't too warm or too cold, nature was particularly peaceful and relaxing, happy couples were everywhere… sometimes, just sometimes, the world is a beautiful place.

And when you have an amazing, perfect boyfriend who is incredibly hot and would crawl through hell for you (and has crawled through hell for you), it just seems even more beautiful.

So we stood there. All of us; the seven plus Reyna, Nico, and Thalia. The gods had summoned us for some unknown reason. On the way to Olympus, I was worried. Then, when they said they would grant us gifts, I remembered how the entire day had seemed so perfect. This was the icing on the cake.

Zeus stood. "Heroes!" he thundered. (A/N Oh, come on, I had to!) "We have gathered you here because we have decided that you deserve a reward. A reward for offering your lives to protect Olympus. A reward for being willing to sacrifice everything to protect your family." He paused for dramatic effect. "We will be making you gods."

There was silence.

Then Jason said, "Cool."

Percy shook his head in exasperation.

"Well, if we're ALL becoming gods..." I said.

Percy grinned at me. "You know I'm in."

"YAY!" a sweet, honeyed voice cried.

"Oh gods," Piper muttered under her breath. "It's her!"

Aphrodite. Goddess of Love and Beauty.

Her hair was chocolate brown and curly. I'd always wished for brown hair.

Her eyes were the color of the sea. They matched Percy's.

Her figure was perfect. Her skin was flawless.

Every part of Aphrodite was calculated to make me jealous.

However, it didn't seem like she was interested in taking Percy away from me.

She gasped and squealed. "PERCABETH!"

"Oh Hades no," Percy mumbled.

"Oh yes!" the Goddess of Love cried. "While the others are getting godhood, Percabeth is getting something special!"

My eyes widened. "Uh, no, really. It's okay. Godhood is enough for us."

"Nonsense!" Aphrodite cried. "Percabeth needs this!" She grinned maliciously. "I did say I would make your love life interesting, Annabeth."

Forget what I said about not wanting to split us apart. This lady wanted to rip us to shreds!

Aphrodite glanced impatiently at the Olympians. "Well? Are you going to give them godhood or not?"

The other gods looked uneasy, but they all pointed their symbols of power at us with Aphrodite. And having twelve powerful gods point weapons at you, even if you know that they're relatively benign, is very unsettling.

It's even more unsettling when they blast you with a million different-colored lights that all turn white when they hit you and converge. And that's before the pain starts.

I've held up the sky. It's unbearable. Your bones feel like they're fusing together. The world turns red, as though it's tinged with blood. Everything blurs. It's like having an awful fever with a million pound sack on your back and being forced to stand and hold that sack.

Okay, maybe that's not the best comparison, but it's close.

This pain was far worse. My entire body was burning. Then I started feeling cold, meaning the heat was overloading my nerves. Then I was just numb to the pain, but I felt like I was being crushed into a soda can.

Then it was over, and I knew I was a goddess. Don't ask me how. Just... something in me felt different, like I was stronger or something.

"Excellent!" Aphrodite cried, making me cringe as her lovely voice dragged me back into reality.

"Whatever you're planning on doing, Lady Aphrodite," Percy said calmly, "please don't do it."

Aphrodite laughed. "You'll thank me later!"

Then, without warning, she whipped out a perfume bottle and sprayed some of the substance inside at Percy.

Percy?

For a moment, all that I could see of him was a dark shadow hidden in a cloud of pink. He was coughing, trying to get all of that stuff out of his lungs.

Then, slowly, from the shadow outward, the misty cloud turned green. Sea green, the color of Percy's eyes.

When the mist cleared, I caught my breath.

What was he wearing?

A tight T-shirt, sea green like his eyes, clung to his muscles. Blue skinny jeans hugged his legs. A pair of dark green flip-flops adorned his feet.

And his face?

He was already gorgeous. His eyes had already been bedazzling.

Now, his hair was blacker and even more attractively mussed than before. His face, already beautiful, had become utterly perfect. His tan had become smoother and slightly darker, matching mine. Only his eyes remained the same; those just couldn't be made better.

He was breathtakingly sexy.

Percabeth was so breathtakingly dead.

Yeah, Aphrodite, I thought to myself. We'll TOTALLY thank you later.

And that was what started it all.

So what did you think? I like it, personally. I have the tiniest crush on Percy, and thinking of him like this... wow. But I'm all for Percabeth, so this will be the beginning of many trials for our beloved Percy and Annabeth! Just don't strangle me if something bad happens. AND REMEMBER THIS: if you don't review, I DISCONTINUE!

Heh. Rhyme.

So yeah, read, review, give feedback, supply me with trials and troubles for Percabeth (OCs or scenarios), the whole nine yards! Go all out! If you don't like it, say so! I don't mind a little constructive criticsm! Just try not to destroy me. Thanks!

Love ya! lulu