A/N - I think this is going to be a two shot. What do you guys think? Make sure you comment or I won't know.

A scream ripped through the house. A woman with red hair ran into the young girl's room.

"Annabeth! Hush! I am in no mood to put up with your stupid fear. There are no spiders. If you do not quiet down you'll wake up the boys." She sniffed, annoyed at the young girl in front of her. The girl just cried as the women exited angrily saying, "Don't even think about telling your father about this. He has enough problems without worrying about a whiny brat."

This continued for years, until Annabeth ran away. Though Annabeth was back to introduce her boyfriend to her father. She didn't think that would be easy though. Her step-mother still hated her and that hate also transitioned onto her boyfriend.

"Ugh, why did you bring him here? He looks like a hooligan." Helen Chase snapped. Angry, Percy gripped Annabeth's waist; trying to keep himself from doing something he would regret.

He muttered sarcastically under his breath, "Pleasure to meet you too."

Ignoring Percy, Annabeth snapped "Don't talk about him like that!"

Tension was thick in the air until a tall form walked into the room. "Annabeth? What are you doing here?" Annabeth's father, Fredrick Chase, asked.

"I told you I was coming. I left a message on the phone. I missed you." She replied, slightly upset. Percy tightened his hold, silently comforting her.

"Oh, I deleted that message. I'm sorry, I thought I told him." The snooty red head said, faking a sorry smile. Percy glared, still offended.

"That's all right dear. Who's this Annie?" The tall man asked, his sight set on Percy.

"Dad, this is my boyfriend. His name is Percy." At this Percy gave a grin and slight wave.

Her father's look was disapproving as he gazed at Percy's messy hair and Dirty Converse.

"Percy wanted to formally meet you." The blonde said smiling softly up at the Green eyed teen.

"It's a delight to meet you Percy." Fredrick said shortly. He soon directed his gaze onto his daughter. "You must be tired, why don't you both go lie down? We'll talk more in the morning." Without waiting for a reply, he walked to his study.

Annabeth just sighed, she was used to this. Her step-mother smiled slightly at the girls upset expression.

"Come on Percy. I'll show you where you can stay." She silently led him up stairs to the guest room. She gripped his hand and pulled him down the hall ti the door on the right.

"I'm right down the hall, so just knock if you need anything." She told him, avoiding his gaze.

"Wise girl, what's wrong." He murmured softly. He tilted her head up, and leaned his forehead against hers.

"Nothing, it's just… It's stupid." She sniffled; surprised that she was so emotional.

"You wouldn't be crying if it was nothing. Whatever is upsetting you is not stupid." He wiped her tears with his thumbs, cradling her face.

"I'll be here if you want to talk about it. Love you Wise Girl." Percy pressed his lips to her forehead and walked into the room, gently shutting the door behind him.

It was later that night when Percy heard a scream. His first thought went to Annabeth. Scrambling to untangle himself from the sheet, he fell face first into the carpet. Memories of Tartarus zipped through his head, urging him off the floor and into the hallway. Silently he stopped. Whispered yelling could be heard through his girlfriend's bedroom door.

"Enough is enough! There's nothing here! You have been scaring your brothers for years and it has to stop! When morning comes, I want you gone!" Helen exclaimed angrily, trying to be quiet.

"There-there were spi-spiders. They were on the wa-walls." He heard her voice shaking with tears, close to sobbing.

"There are no spiders! Stop trying to get your father's attention. You're just a burden; you're not welcome here anymore." And with that Helen walked into the hall, only to be greeted by a furious Percy Jackson.

The only thing stopping him from exploding with anger was his sobbing girlfriend. So he silently walked around the woman, and into Annabeth's bedroom still shaking with his concealed anger.

His anger soon deflated as he was the blonde, quaking with tears. She looked up with swollen eyes that were rimmed red, tears still pouring out.

"I'm sorry you had to hear that. I just…There were…I feel so stupid…" She gasped, struggling to breathe through her tears.

"Oh Wise Girl, you're not stupid." He crawled next to her and pulled her into his arms. She whimpered trying to conceal her crying, and buried her head into his chest.

"Sshh." He had been through Hell, literally, but the only thing that hurt him more than anything was seeing Annabeth upset. He had never seen her this hurt. He gently shifted the weeping girl into a more comfortable position, and asked "What can I do Wise Girl? What'll make it better?" He whispered into her hair.

"Just…just hold me." She replied softly. So he did as she asked and they soon fell asleep curled together like missing puzzle pieces.