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I now present to you a (short) Percy Jackson one-shot based off of Kate Voegele's Manhattan from the Sky that would take place on page 174 of the fifth book. :p

Just as an apology and filler for my AU chapter fic. I'm sorry I've been neglecting it. I'll tell you why when I upload the next chapter.

Oh, and can I just say that I'm really freaking out about all the publicity and trailers and promos and videos for this freaking movie. I'm so excited I can't even express it in words. I would type this entire message in caps, but that wouldn't even begin to represent my excitedness. THIS IS SO FREAKING AWESOME.

Our progress was slow. Every so often we'd come across pedestrians who'd fallen asleep right in front of a car, and we'd move them just to be safe. Once we stopped to extinguish a pretzel vendor's cart that had caught on fire.

-TLO

Annabeth and I zoomed along Columbus Avenue on the red Vespa, on our way to wherever it was she was supposed to start Plan Twenty-three. We turned onto Broadway and rode for a few moments. When reached the intersection of 48th and Broadway I slammed on the brakes. We skidded to a stop in front of a vendor's cart that was on fire.

"Oh, gods," Annabeth said, hopping off the scooter. I followed her as she reached behind the cart and dragged out a sleeping vendor. Together we carried him to a nearby bench. I turned back around to the cart and doused the fire with water from a fountain a few feet away. When the fire was put out, Annabeth sat on the cement and ran her hands over her face.

"You okay?" I asked gently, walking over to her.

"No," she replied miserably. "We're fighting a hopeless war and stupid things like sleeping people in front of cars and engulfed pretzel carts keep delaying progress"

"Hey," I said, crouching down to get eye-level with her. "At least it can't get any worse."

"It will. You watch."

"If you're thinking like that, what'll make anyone else think any different?"

Annabeth sighed and dropped her head onto her knees. I stood up and picked some flowers out of a decorative garden.

"Cheer up, buttercup," I said, handing her the flowers. She looked up skeptically and rolled her eyes, taking the makeshift bouquet from my hands.

"These are daisies," she said. "Not buttercups."

"How am I supposed to know that?" I replied in mock frustration. "I'm a child of Poseidon, not Demeter, remember?"

Annabeth smiled.

"I knew that would get you to smile," I said, standing up and offering my hand. "Now, what do you say we go activate Plan Twenty-three. Whatever that means."

Annabeth took my hand and we got on the Vespa. I started the engine and we continued down Broadway.

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