Alright, so I wrote this one out of boredom and I was kinda desperate to write a sweet Percabeth fic...so here it is. But, the thing is, I know that there are many other fics out there where either Percy or Annabeth get sick, so I decided to make this one special. So, just so you know, it isn't a typical one so expect the unexpected ;););)

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson. At all. But I own the plot so please don't steal :)

I hope you like it!

Annabeth knocked loudly on the door to Percy's apartment, quickly glancing at the time and cussing in Ancient Greek when she saw how late she was. At this rate she and Percy were not only going to miss the ads like he wanted, but they'd also miss the movie along with them.

When no one came to the door, she knocked again, louder this time. Eventually the sound of footsteps echoed across the floor from inside the apartment and the door swung open. But instead of Percy, Annabeth was surprised to find his mom, Sally, looking very worried but also somewhat surprised.

"Hello Mrs. Jackson," Annabeth said, smiling politely, but deep down she was thinking 'what trouble has Seaweed brain got himself into this time?' "Is Percy ready for our date yet? Or am I going to have to drag his butt out here myself?"

Sally smiled sadly and glanced between Annabeth and Percy's room before replying. "Neither. Percy is…sick."

"Sick? Really? I'm sure it can't be that bad. He could be faking it to get out of our date that he most likely forgot about," Annabeth replied, rolling her eyes. Although, it really wasn't like him to do that…

"No, Annabeth, you don't understand," Sally replied with a thoughtful frown. "Percy…he, uh…I'll let you see for yourself."

Annabeth followed her down the hallway all the way to Percy's room and she knocked lightly on the door.

"Percy, Annabeth is here to see you. Maybe she can help."

Annabeth heard a sigh from the other side of the door. "I think I'm beyond help, mom."

"We'll see about that!" Annabeth said certainly, twisting the handle and opening the door. But nothing could have prepared her for what she saw on the other side.

"Di immortals," she exclaimed as she gaped at the thick layer of snow covering the floor…of Percy's room. And when she looked up to see where it came from, she was met with stalactites of all different sizes hanging stiffly on the ceiling along with small shards of glittering ice covering the places that the stalactites missed. And as for where the snow had come from, Annabeth wasn't sure. The snow on the floor just seemed to exist there, which was odd.

So basically, the place looked like a storage fridge. And there, bundled up in several blankets and sweaters, curled up miserably in his bed was Percy.

"I love what you've done with the place, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth commented. "This could be the ultimate hangout for seals and penguins. You could become rich…except for the fact that we're in New York."

He chuckled as she trudged through the snow to get to his bed. She carefully sat on the end of it and took his icy hand. He looked really pale, his eyes had dark rings under them as if he hadn't slept in forever and she could feel him shivering. But even so, he still managed to smile at her. Annabeth could also sense that he was kind of relieved that she was there. He'd probably been dying of boredom all day.

"It all used to be water and it attached itself to everything in the room and sent things floating away," Percy explained, looking around the room at the ice. "But then I got a temperature and I started to feel really cold. Then this happened." His voice sounded like gravel and it was obvious that his nose was blocked. Annabeth had never seen him so weak – not even when they were leading the battle against Kronos and he looked ready to drop.

"And when he fell asleep, the snow melted and the room flooded all the way to the ceiling," Sally said, making her way over and feeling her son's forehead. "And when I opened the door, all the water knocked me over, flooded the rest of the house and– you're still shaking!" She exclaimed as if she were unable to believe it, then sighed. "I'll go get another blanket. I'm sure that Annabeth can look after you while I'm gone," she added, winking at her before leaving.

Percy groaned in the back of his throat and then coughed. "I hate this!"

Annabeth couldn't help but laugh. "How can you hate an indoor snow day?"

"Because it's cold!"

"Oh, stop complaining," Annabeth said rolling her eyes. "It could be a lot worse."

"Oh yeah? How?" He asked, pulling his hand away and crossing his arms under the blanket. Or maybe he was rubbing them to get feeling back.

"I mightn't be here to keep you company," Annabeth said with a smirk and Percy laughed.

"What makes you so sure that you make things better, Wise girl?"

"Alright, if that's the way you feel, I'll leave you alone then," she said tapping his leg twice and standing up, pushing through the snow to get to the door, feeling icy water sink deep into her jeans.

"Annabeth!" he shouted desperately and she smiled, turning the handle. "Oh, come on! I was kidding and you know it. Come back!"

She turned around. "Tell me you need me."

Percy rolled his eyes. "Annabeth-"

"Go on, say it. Or I'll leave," she swung open the door and she could feel some heat trickle inside before the ice sneaked across the floor and out into the hall.

"Alright, fine! I need you," he muttered with a scowl and she walked back over to his bed, taking his cold hand again and leaning in close.

"And don't you forget it," she murmured and he nodded jokingly.

"I won't. Ever. But get away," he lightly pushed her back so that she was a safer distance. "I don't want you getting sick."

Annabeth rolled her eyes. "Percy, do you really think I care? And besides, I'm sitting in a room that could be considered a freezer, right next to you I might add, without any warm clothing on and my feet are drenched because of the snow. I'm going to get sick anyway, so why not make the most of it?"

"Well, in that case, climb under the covers with me and you can be my hot water bottle," Percy said as if he'd just had a stroke of brilliance.

Annabeth stared at him for a moment before bursting into a fit of laughter.

"Oh Gods," Percy said, realising what he'd just suggested. "I think this virus is making me delusional."

"Definitely," Annabeth agreed, brushing some of his dark hair off his pale forehead. "You really do need me."

"Hey I never said that-"

"You did. Five minutes ago," Annabeth said with a frown. "You okay? Or is your head filled with too much kelp…or maybe ice?"

"I don't know," he said, rubbing his face with his hands. "Just so cold…"

At that moment, the door swung open and Sally came in with another blanket. But as she started bundling Percy up in it, he frowned.

"It really took you that long to get a blanket, mom?"

Sally smiled that showed a hint of sneakiness and deception that Annabeth had never seen before. "Did you want me to come in a few minutes ago when-"

"Thanks, mom!" Percy interrupted and she laughed.

"I knew that Annabeth would do a good job at looking after you."

Annabeth could have sworn that the room got warmer after that. She was actually aware of one of the stalactites dripping water onto the floor…

So, what did you think?

I know that there are a few things left unexplained...so I'm working on another chapter to clear everything up :) That is, if you guys are interested.

R&R? I wasn't sure about posting this so a review would be nice...

And MERRY CHRISTMAS!

-Bell