A/N: Hey guys! I'm trying to expand what kind of fanfics I write instead of just one. So these are just a bunch of headcanons. Too short to be called a one shot really. I don't know. I hope you like it. I WILL BE TAKING SUGGESTIONS FOR CHARACTERS AND MAYBE PLOT. Just wanted to let you know.

A Dreary Day

It seemed as though the sky didn't even know whether to rain or just have dark clouds. It seemed as though even Zeus was mourning his nephew whom he called a no good troublemaker. In all it was the perfect day to mourn and remember the lost son of Poseidon. As expected most campers were there, even though the service wasn't in camp. Sally, Paul, and Percy's little sister were the only family there besides Annabeth and the other demigods who felt close to him.

It hadn't been a very big service. Just like Percy would have wanted it, simple. If he was here, which was for obvious reasons impossible, he'd be laughing and joking, telling people to cheer up and all that other nonsense.

The service was short. Just like any other funeral, right after they put the casket in the ground, each person that was close to the person got to throw some dirt on it.

Really? Dirt? Annabeth thought. Everyone had left by now and it was really only her and Percy, just like when Percy had died.

Annabeth heard a sudden, but slight, noise from her left and quickly drew her dagger while swiftly turning towards the source of the sound.

"Whoa there. I only came to pay my respects and give you something. I don't even think a monster would be dumb enough to attack on a day like this, even though they don't really seem to have brains." The red headed girl, no women now, gave a slight chuckle.

"I'm sorry Rachel. Ever since… well ya know" Annabeth said as she gestured towards the overly human sized hole in the ground. "I've been extremely...jumpy."

To some, it would seem that the blonde and redhead were just chatting,... next to a grave sight. Take the grave out of the picture and to an outsider they'd look like they were just old time friends seeing each other again after a long time apart. That wasn't entirely true though.

They had had their ups and downs in the past. Probably more downs than ups. Secretly Annabeth hoped that after this, maybe just maybe, they could bury the hatchet and start a new.

"I'm sorry. I should go so you can have some time alone with him." As Annabeth is walking away she hears her name being shouted.

"Annabeth! Wait!" She watches as the red haired woman bounds towards her before stopping right in front of where she stands. "I- I painted this last night. It must've been while I was sleeping or something because I don't remember it. I just thought you might have wanted to have it." Annabeth listened and watched tentatively as Rachel pulled out a single sheet of parchment that had been rolled up in a sort of scroll. Before Annabeth could open it, Rachel put a hand on her forearm.

"Please. Don't open it here. And I'm really sorry. I really am. I miss him too." Then the red haired women turned and walked back to say her final goodbyes to one of the only friends she had.

On her way to her apartment, the strong, blonde warrior wondered what could be painted on the parchment she held in her hand, careful not to get it wet in anyway.

She finally reached her apartment, took her damp cloths off and went into the kitchen, deciding that was the best place to look at the picture.

She carefully opened it up and staggered backwards.

It was, indeed a painting, a very good painting. It was a picture of two adults and three children. Annabeth recognized the two adults like she could her own father.

It was her. Her and Percy. As adults. With children.

The children were obviously triplets. The boy, representing what would've been his father, almost perfectly. The same with one of the girls only she represented her mother. The third child, a girl, was just about the perfect mix between the two adults.

Annabeth looked down at the corner of the picture and it shocked get at what she saw. Right before her eyes words were appearing.

Hey Annie, it's me, Percy. Crazy right? I'm sending you a message after I'm dead. I know Rachel gave you this. I just wanted to tell you that I'm choosing not to be reborn again. This was Hades last favor to me. That's what he said at least. I love you Annie.

Always have,

Always will.

A/N: Sorry if this is super bad. I will be taking suggestions so please please please leave some! 

~B