Here it is, Percy's story. Keep in mind this is not going to be a long story maybe 3 or four chapters just highlighting his life. It may only be one, frankly. It all depends on the interest from you! So let me know!

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO BLAH BLAH BLAH! UNIMPORTANT

Let me start by saying Percy Jackson is lucky.

He has all the money he could need, great friends, shiny cars, a beach house, countless girlfriends and four Olympic medals.

Yet, Percy is hopelessly miserable.

His life sucks; he tended to be attacked by monsters every other day, was mobbed by fans when he tried to go out, and well, there's her.

Annabeth.

A little pang goes through his chest every time he thinks of her.

And that's about five times a day.

Everything reminded him of her; gray, smart people, spiders, blondes, San Francisco, the tiny diner in Times Square where they used to go, picnic tables, the Yankees, the color orange, and basically every freaking building he passed.

Naturally it was she on his mind as he headed to the Starbucks, which he, Grover, and Rachel had agreed to meet at.

Rachel had, strangely enough, become a successful painter. She was worth just as much if not more than her father and no longer relied on him, much to her delight. She also remained the camp Oracle, making frequent visits to talk to campers who's future she dictated. She was engaged to a man named James, who was the head architect at a firm called Kronos. Rachel didn't mention to Percy, that she had discovered Annabeth worked there as well.

Grover was also relatively well off. He had started a chain called Pan, an ecofriendly company that specialized in the creation of "environmentally friendly" products. The brand became so popular, a lot of Grover's friends had names you might recognize. He had married Juniper and they had their first child on the way.

As Percy entered Starbucks, he felt his mood slowly drop.

He found Starbucks to be vastly overrated. Its full of wannabe writers and artists who think there the greatest thing since sliced bread but, Grover "needed" his coffee so he tended to frequent there much more often then he'd like.

Percy sat down at a small table by the window, where they usually congregated and let his head rest on the table.

Sleep was something he just didn't have time for.

"Well, Percy it looks like someone has gotten a full and restful night sleep."

"Shut up Rachel."

Rachel chuckled and took a swig of her coffee.

Annabeth used to hate chuckling.

"So, what was on your mind this time swimming or-"

"Don't say it Rachel." Percy said barely lifting his head off the table to look at her.

When the break up occurred, people were forced to take sides. Not because they wanted to, it was the last thing they wanted, but because whenever Percy or Annabeth found out they'd been hanging out with the other, all Hades broke loose. So the friends worked out a system, Thalia with Annabeth and Rachel and Grover with Percy. Nico was, well Nico. He floated in and out wherever he wanted.

"All I'm saying is you either need to move on or get the girl back. You look awful."

"Look Percy, we're worried about you man. You're not doing' so well, and we just want the best for you. I think it's time you do something about the situation."

"Well, what in Hades do you want me to do Grover? Call her up and say 'Hey Annabeth, remember me? That boy you dumped? Yeah, well turns out I never got over you.' That's pathetic."

Percy huffed out a long drawn out breath and looked out the window. He didn't turn back when Rachel talked.

"You can't just not do anything. You obviously are still in love with her, so don't just sit on your ass."

Percy pondered this statement. Maybe he did need to call her up, if just to get some closure. But his train of thought was interrupted.

"Oh shit, what time is it?"

Grover looked at his Rolex, "12:47. Why?"

"I told my mom I'd meet her at her apartment at one. I got to go, I'll see you guys later."

As the trio exchanged goodbyes and Percy walked into the busy streets of Manhattan, he suddenly had a newfound courage that had previously been absent.

He pulled out his IPhone and dialed the number he prayed still belonged to Annabeth.

It rang five times before her answering machine picked up and Percy found himself talking much more calmly then was believable.

"Hey Annabeth, It's me Percy. Percy Jackson, that is. Listen, I want to talk. If you could give me a call, you know what my number is. Hope to hear from you soon."

By force of habit, Percy almost blurted out the words 'I love you' but managed to catch himself just in time.

He quickly snapped shut the phone, spending a few minutes to process what he had just done. After he had come to terms with his actions he began to make his way to his mother's.

The first thing Percy had done when he had gotten enough money, was buy his mom a penthouse. It was his way of saying thanks for putting up with him after all these years.

But as Percy made his way to the elevator and into the suite he could feel something off in his gut.

When he finally made it in, the door was already open.

Percy pulled out Riptide, which he still kept with him, and stepped him. He called out his mother's name and began to look around but nothing seemed amiss. It was right then he heard a noise coming from the bedroom.

"Mom?"

But, Percy was in for the shock of his life when he saw his former mentor wheel into the living room.

"Chiron? What in Hades are you doing here?"

"Good to see you too Percy."

"Where's my mother."

"You mean, you don't know."

"No."

Chiron's expression grew somber as he looked to the floor.

"So they are striking back."

"Who? Who's striking back?"

Chiron looked up at the boy he had come to think of as a son.

"Chiron where is my mother."

"Percy I need you to come back to camp, for your mother's own good."

"Why?"

"I will explain later. We must hurry, you aren't safe here. The others will be waiting."

"Others? What others?"

Chiron closed his eyes as if he had made a slip.

"You tell me now. I don't go anywhere until you tell me."

"Thalia, Nico, and…"

"And?" Percy asked, though he had a feeling he knew.

"Annabeth."

Oh shit.

Well then that's it for chapter 1. I want to just state some things; first Percy would've left that message after Annabeth had been attacked, which is why she never got it. Also there is a reason that Percy was acting so cold to her when he saw her after he was looking for closure here. Keep reading to find out. I do hope you all enjoyed, please R and R and ask any questions. Also may I say RIP Whitney Houston, you will truly be missed.

KK