Annabeth stared at the laptop sitting on her bed. The screen was lit up with project after project but you could barely see them through all of the sticky-notes decorating the frame.

It wasn't easy being a daughter of Athena. Everyone thought you were the genius of the century, cousin of Einstein, the one person who could figure out what they needed to do to save the world. If only they knew it wasn't about saving the world. Not at all.

At least for her.

Because Percy Jackson was going to die.

Next to the glowing screen was a framed picture. It was her and another boy, tall and dark-haired. She had tried and tried to find the right picture of him, but this was the one that frequently came up. They were both smiling; he had an arm around her shoulders and a hand on her head. She could still feel the noogy and the minutes she had spent before dinner trying to get her hair straight again, but she didn't really care.

No, why she liked the picture was because you could see his eyes. In every other picture all they were blurred or red from the flash. In this one, you could clearly see his sea green irises, glinting in the glow of the campfire.

Annabeth frowned at the picture. She hadn't seen him smile like that in a long time. Not since Beckendorf blew up. Not since he read that stupid prophecy. Not since he found out that he was just going to end up dead anyways because that's just how life works.

Her eyes blurred and the picture turned fuzzy. She placed it next to the laptop again where it stared up at her. She glared back.

Percy Jackson was going to die.

The laptop beeped. A project flashed onto the screen. It was covered in squiggles and red circles and writing. Annabeth sighed and closed her eyes, trying to get rid of the color. Another plan failed.

Ever since she had first gotten the laptop, since she realized what Percy's fate would be, she had been trying to figure out how he could possibly make it through this. Maybe he could use her Yankee's hat and go invisible. Maybe he didn't have to fight Kronos. Maybe he could just not go.

All of them failed.

Percy Jackson was going to die.

The photograph laughed up at her, painfully reminding her of the things she had left unsaid between the two of them. What she had refused to let surface.

Annabeth grabbed the frame and threw it to the ground. It made a satisfying crack as it shattered sending glass shards everywhere. And then she stood, brushed her hair out of her face, and went to go find Percy.

Because Percy Jackson wasn't going to die.

The door slammed shut making the shards rattled. And then all you could see was the photo, the notes, and the flashing red project on the glowing laptop screen.

Another oneshot. Hope you liked it :)

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