So, I don't own this. It was supposed to be a one-shot, but I may continue with the concept. Enjoy!

Annabeth's POV

I guess it's partially my fault that I had that…encounter.

I was reading a book on architecture, in Ancient Greek, of course, as I was walking to the bakery. As usual, Percy had me go to the store to get him food, but I didn't mind as much. I'm still studying in school to become a full-blown architect, so he has to work constantly. Anyways, I was totally engrossed in the chapter on Egyptian structural supports when the poor guy came around the corner. I guess I shouldn't really call him "poor guy" since he tried to assault me, but I kind of feel bad.

I guess I took a wrong turn somewhere, because when I looked up, I was in alleyway I didn't recognize. Bewildered, I was looking around, trying to get my bearings when I heard a voice.

"Give me your money!" I spun around to see a guy in his mid-twenties dressed in black, and holding up a knife. My first thought was that he wasn't even holding the knife right; my second was: Is he seriously talking to me? I looked around me to see if there was anyone else.

"Give me your money!" he shouted again. I looked him in the straight in the eye, and tried to tone down my irritation at his audacity.

"Take it easy, just leave me alone; and we can both walk away." In one piece I silently added in my head. He looked at me like I was the insane one here.

"Are you crazy, or something?" If only he knew how crazy my life was, "I said: Give me your money!" Now, I was annoyed.

"Yeah, I heard you the first time. I said: Walk away. Now." He just stood there, his knife held sloppily aloft. I sighed.

"I didn't want to have to do this." I leaned my bag against the wall, and stepped towards him, cracking my knuckles. He faltered, but stayed in place. Idiot.

Once I was directly in front of him, I took the time to size him up. He was fairly scrawny, and despite his fearless façade, I could see the nervousness in his eyes. Rightfully so, I thought.

I saw him tighten his grip on the knife and wasting no time in sweeping his leg while punching him in the jaw. He went down and even dropped his knife. I was feeling charitable, so I decided to teach him.

"If you're going to threaten someone; then do it right." I showed him how to hold the knife, pointing away from me, with a slightly pressured grip on the handle, near the hilt. He started to get back up, so when he was eye level with my waist, I caught him in the chest with a spinning roundhouse kick and enough force to bring down Clarisse. So, a lot.

He looked at me with fury, and tried to grab my wrist, but I grabbed his hand and twisted until I only needed to apply minimal pressure to break his arm. After minutes of him struggling to get out, I spun his arm the other way, flipping him onto his back and knocking the breath out of him. Again, he tried to grab me, but I rolled and came up with the knife pointed at his throat and him on floor, me on my feet.

I sighed again, and stepped away.

"Give it a rest, will you? I give you points for persistence, and dock a few for sheer stupidity," I said spinning his knife in the palm of my hand. The knife trick seems to scare people who don't know how easy it is. Spinning around, I chucked the blade as far down the alley as I could, and left, grinning to myself.

Time skip

When I got home, Percy was sitting on the couch eating blue Cheetos. Where does he even find those? I wondered.

"So…I was attacked by a mugger on the way home."He sat up, looking alarmed.

"Is he okay?" He asked.

"Him, what about me?" I demanded.

"I know you're fine, you can kick anyone's butt. I just want to make sure you didn't kill him." I grinned at his explanation, mostly because it was true.

"You didn't, did you?" Percy asked. I smiled and shook my head. He relaxed and pulled me into his lap.

"Did you get my blueberry muffins?"

"Of course."

So...what'd you think? It was fun to write. Review and let me know! PERCABETH