A/N: This has been an idea that I've been messing with for a while but wasn't sure how it would turn out to be so never took the initiative to go for it. I watched a show that friend recommended a while back and wanted to remake it into a story and see how it goes.

Summary: Percy would have done anything for her. Taking advantage of his love, she changed his life for good. Betrayal never felt so bad. Once promising, he is now a changed man. When Annabeth comes into his life, he realizes revenge could never come sooner. Anything it takes to bring her down. AU. RR.

INNOCENT MAN

His shoes squeaked with each step he took. Slow steps. He hadn't been planning on helping out the nurses in the Psychology ward for so long. He ran his fingers through his dark hair, letting the knots out and then wiping the sweat off his forehead.

He was tired.

"Seven killed and fifty injured in the earthquake in Dallas this morning," A woman in the background sounded off. "While it was of minor magnitude, officials are still at the scene helping out bystanders who were caught up between it."

Percy halted to a stop and stared at the TV, watching the news report. Unable to suppress a smile as he watched her. He clapped his hands in disproval, "She's up to it again." He stared at the way her hair blew in the wind. Something he was used to seeing for years, from the time they were kids.

"Can't say I'm really surprised."

"Percy!"

He turned around to see his name being yelled from down the corridor to see one of his coworkers beckoning him to follow. Sighing, he runs off to catch up to him, inwardly complaining about how life is unfair.

Percy followed the large group of doctors, going from patient to patient and checking up on their conditions. He didn't know why he was still forced to go through this sort of regime, he was already in his third year of medical school.

"I guess it's all supposed to be help at some point," He thought.

He pretended to be taking notes, glancing around him. There were multiple other first, second and third year students with him, all following the same doctor around like lost puppies. Wasn't the doctor supposed to ask them questions so they could actually put forth the learning and do something?

He raised his hand and called out, "Excuse me?". With that, the entire group halted, peering back at him. The doctor in annoyance, the students in shock, maybe even some in fear for his life.

"Why are we being ignored?" He asked. "Isn't the point of this to teach all of us how to become better doctors? To lead us and show us the way so when we can get to the point you're at now, we can know what we're doing?"

"Just because you're wearing a doctor's coat, doesn't make you a doctor." The head doctor replied calmly. His aging face set in stone. "What good will it do if you know some of the answers to the questions I might ask you? Will it help you save patients at this moment?"

Percy protested, "Maybe not at this moment but someday we all can be able to do something with the guidance today. How can we even try to do anything if we just get ignored?"

"None of you could give me any useful answers, that is why I don't bother to ask any of you anything."

He was cut off by a ruckus in the room a few feet away. The doctor dismissed Percy to check up on what was going on. The rest following in suit. Percy sighed, his shoulders deflating. He stuck his head into the room long enough to see a young boy causing a fuss about not wanting to be treated.

"What's going on here?"

"Ah, sir. We haven't been able to diagnose anything but he hasn't been cooperating with us. He just keeps saying he doesn't need any help and wants to go home." One of the handful of nurses in the room that was trying to calm the young boy down replied.

The doctor nodded and thought for a moment. He raised his head and looked back and made eye contact with Percy. "You wanted me to ask questions, right?"

Percy nodded briefly.

"What is the cause of this patients illness? There's your question. You have two hours to find out."

Click.

Click.

Click.

Percy clicked his pen, staring at the CT scan in front of him and then at the sleeping boy next to him.

All of the signed pointed to head trauma. But, there wasn't any history of it. Nothing was adding up.

He heard fluttering and lowered his gaze to see the boy waking up and trying to pull out his IV, like earlier and Percy grabs his arm, forcing him to stop.

The boy slaps his hand away, muttering something under his breath and Percy groans in annoyance.

"M-my brother doesn't have money to pay any of these bills, I shouldn't be here!" The boy all but screamed in his face.

"Look, you need to stay here until you feel better. We can't let you go until we know you're fine."

"I told you! I can't be here."

"If I agree to pay for your hospital bills, will you promise me you'll stay until you're all good?"

The boy thought for a moment and nodded, finally agreeing and Percy smiled back at him, his sea green eyes lit with content. "At least I get to make someone happy today," He thought.

He gave the kid a playful slap on the head, not thinking much on it. Only for the kid to start coughing up blood moments later and vomit all over the hospital sheets. Percy looks at him alarmed, realization finally dawning on his face.

Standing up, he lets one of the nurses know whats going on to go find the doctor from earlier. He finally has the answer to his question.

"Brain hemorrhage." Percy tells him the moment he locks eyes with him.

"What are you saying?"

"The answer you were wanting. The kid has brain hemorrhage."

"How are you certain? The test results showed negative earlier and the kid is saying he is fine."

Percy smiled, "Sometimes kids are so strong willed that they will say they're okay even though they're not. I..I have a younger brother that's the same way."

A younger intern rushed to hand the doctor the boys angiogram that had come in, the conversation being cut short. Peering down, the doctor checked it and then looked back at him. "There's no trace of an arterial tumor found at all."

Whispers.

That's all he could hear.

Well, it wouldn't be the first time he was embarrassed like that. Wasn't the first time he was wrong.

"Yes, sir.. I admit I must have been too hasty. I was wrong."

Disregarding Percy, the doctor handed the angiogram back to the intern. "He can be discharged, call his family member so they can check him out." With that, he walks off, leaving Percy in the middle of the hallway, his hands balled up in fists and his jaw clenched. He lets his head roll back and he glances up at the ceiling, wondering what he's doing with his life.

Later that night, Percy walks home. His navy jacket zipped up tightly. Holding bags with items that he had picked up from the store earlier for his brother. He shoves the keys into the banged up lock and shifts it, opening the door and shutting it behind him and calls out for his brother, "Tyson?"

Silence.

"Tyson? You awake buddy?" He asks one more time.

Again, silence.

Wondering what was up, he opens the door to Tyson's room, only to find him barely conscious on the floor of his room. He drops the bags on the floor and rushes to him, pressing a hand to his forehead. Sky high fever. Panicking, he rushes to throw a blanket over his body and gets ready to take him to the hospital, ignoring the murmured ramblings coming from him only for his phone to ring.

Looking at the caller ID, he answers, "Hello?"

"I.. I think he's dead. No..No. I know it. He is dead." Someone cries into the phone. Percy gets up abruptly, staring at Tyson as he listens. "Please, Percy." She screams, "Come right away. I don't know what to do. I don't know."

"Rachel.." He pants out. "Tell me whats going on. Now." He demands.

"Percy, Percy..He's dead. He's dead. I need you here now. Please. Don't leave me here."

Stunned, he doesn't know what to do. He had to take his brother to the hospital. He needed to make sure he was okay. But, Rachel. Rachel needed his help. He punched the wall in front of him. What was he supposed to do?

"Don't..go." A soft voice uttered out. "Don't leave me like this. I feel like I'm going to die.."He gasped.

Percy pressed his lips together, his mind ready to explode.

"Please, brother. Don't go. Don't leave me here to die. I'm scared."

He got down on his knees, "Tyson. I promise you. I promise I'll be back quickly. Count to five hundred for me. I'll be back before then. I won't let you die like this, Tyson. Trust me."

He rushes. Hot tears running down his face, he takes a right and rushes up the stairs of the motel she was at. Running, he checks the door numbers, looking for the one she was in. Finally, reaching it. He takes a breath and collects himself, not ready to see what was behind the doors. Cracking the door open, the first thing he sees is a man lying in a pool of blood. Shifting his eyes to the right, it was Rachel, huddled near the bed.

"Is he dead?" Percy asks the moment he kneels down in front of her. Frantically searching her with his eyes to make sure she was okay. Her bright red hair was messy and all over the place, makeup running down her face.

Shuddering, she replies, "I don't know."

He got up to kneel next to the body and checks his pulse for any sign of life.

He found none.

He sinks back onto his rear, leaning his head against the edge of the bed.

"What is going on?" He thought. "Who is this guy?"

Sucking in a breath, Rachel asks again, "Is he dead?"

This time, he just nods. Confirming it for her that he really was dead. He needed to think of something. He couldn't let things end up like that.

"Why is he dead?" She asked. Not ready to accept what she had just done. In denial of everything, "Why?"

Percy just stares at her.

"I'm innocent. I am. I really am. I didn't do anything. Why is he dead?" She kept repeating without stop. Percy gets up to cover the body with the bed sheet, murmuring a silent rest in peace. He didn't know what to think anymore. He turns back to Rachel to grab the broken bottle from her. Assuming that it was what she had used as a weapon.

"Turn yourself in Rachel.. The police will understand if you were acting in self defense. They'll help you out."

"No..I can't Percy. I can't. I'll lose everything I've worked for up to this moment. I'll lose it all. Everything I've ever done so far, I can't leave it just like that."

"Rachel. You can always start over again. Both of us are still young. We have so many years ahead of us. Do the right thing Rachel."

Rachel screams at the thought, her voice piercing through him. He eyes her as she reaches for the broken glass shards. Wanting to end it all.

Crying she tells him, "I can't go back to that hellhole. I'd rather die instead of go back there." Percy tries to grab the glass out of her hands, listening to her cry and scream.

"I've endured fifteen years. Fifteen years, Percy. I've always wanted to be an anchorwoman since we were kids. Without it, I'm nothing. I have nothing. I have no reason to live without this dream."

Percy's face changes, "Can't I be a reason?" He asks, "I've spent the past thirteen years living only for you. Like the light at the end of a dark tunnel. I've lived like that for you. A guy like me.. can't I be a reason for you to live?"

Silence.

Nearly twenty minutes of dead silence, it's eerily quiet as the two of them sit so close to a corpse. Rachel manages to cam down in the meanwhile. They talk about some of their happiest moments, taking in each others presence. She has her phone in her hand, pulling herself together so she can call the police to turn herself in. With one final tear rolling down her face, she decides.

Dialing the number, she turns the speaker on so Percy can hear as well.

"I was wanting to repo-"

She only manages out a few words before Percy grabs the phone away from her, looking dead ahead.

Turning around, he grabs her in a deep and desperate kiss before getting up to start clearing the room of fingerprints. Trying to hide all of the evidence. Needing to make sure Rachel as safe.

"I did it.."He mutters. "I killed this guy."

Rachel stares at him in shock.

"I killed this man," Percy says again in a shaky voice. "I did it."

"Perc- What? I won't let you do that. I did it. It was me all along. I can't let you do something like that."

Ignoring what she just said, he continues, "Don't turn back.. It doesn't matter if I don't become a doctor. But you..you can't live like that if your dream is shattered. I won't let you live like that."

He smiles, thinking of the future he just decided on, "Just go, Rachel.."

Looking out the window, he waits for the police to arrive. "They'll be here soon," He thought. The words of Rachel echoing in his mind. The debt she would repay him for the rest of her life.

The sound of sirens engulfs him and he calls Tyson, having made sure his friend Grover made sure he was alright while he was on his way to Rachel. "I'm sorry. I don't think I'll be able to keep my promise, buddy."

Hanging up, he feels everything sink in and he finally lets his tears slide down his face. Thinking about the parents he lost at a young age, a sick younger brother and Rachel, the girl he had loved for years. He really did wonder now what he was doing with his life. But then again, he always knew life wasn't fair anyway.

Little did he know, he would have to go all the way to get what he truly wanted.