A/N: just some quick ideas for fluffs. Annabeth finds an old photo album and finds memories along with it. I don't know. Kinda cute I guess. Don't hurt the writer.

Disclaimer: why do we have to disclaim everything? Anyway, I (as usual) own nothing.

The Photo Album

Annabeth looked at a picture of Percy on the playground. He looked nervous as he looked at the ground from the top of the slide. There was a little girl behind him, waiting for him to go. That was the first time they had met. Over the years, he had been forgotten, and then he showed up at Camp Half Blood.

First Time

The little kid sitting at the top of the slide looked down at the ground. To a kid, it seemed a long way down. The girl standing behind him tapped him on the shoulder.

"Well, are you going or not?" She asked. He looked down again, then back at her. He shook his head and let her climb in front of him. She slid down fearlessly. He admired her. He tried to do the same, but stumbled and fell painfully. She saw and rushed towards him.

"Are you okay?" She asked, helping him up. She was a little taller than him with golden curls and gray eyes.

"Yeah. Who are you?" The boy answered. He shook his messy black hair out of his face.

"Annabeth. And you?" She replied.

"I'm Percy," he said with a lisp. He blinked his sea-green eyes.

"Nice to meet you Percy," Annabeth said. "You wanna come play with me?"

"Yeah," he said, running towards the slide again. Annabeth had to admit, the kid was determined.

Annabeth looked at the picture on the other side. It was of Percy sitting in the hospital with a cast on his arm. He was smiling though, showing white teeth. Annabeth stood next to him, looking relieved.

Broken

Annabeth watched as her new friend fell from the top of the tall slide. She watched as he fell with a sickening thump onto the ground. She ran over to him. His arm was bent at an unnatural angle.

"Percy?" She asked worriedly. His eyelids fluttered. A woman rushed over.

"Percy? Percy? Are you alright?" She asked. When Percy didn't answer, she tried picking him up.

"OW!" They both heard the yell that came from the boy on the ground.

"Oh, I'd better call an ambulance," the woman said. She pulled out a cell phone and dialed the number. "Hello, yes. This is Sally Jackson. My son fell from the top of a playground slide. Yes. 5279 Whitecrest Lane. (A/N: not a real address) Thank you. Good bye." She put the cell phone back in her pocket.

Annabeth looked at the woman.

"Are you Percy's mom?" She asked. The woman nodded.

"I'm Sally Jackson. And this is Percy," Ms. Jackson said. Annabeth nodded.

"I know your son. We were playing on the slide," she stated. "By the way, I'm Annabeth."

The ambulance came then, its sirens screaming. Two men came with a stretcher. They laid Percy out on it, and loaded him into the car. Sally Jackson followed, then stopped.

"Do you want to come?" She asked. Annabeth nodded. "I can give your parents a call. Do you know their number?"

"No, I came to the park all by myself. My dad didn't want to take me," she replied sadly. Sally took Annabeth's hand and followed the ambulance to the hospital.

Two hours later, a doctor walked into the waiting room.

"Are you Ms. Jackson?" He asked, pointing to Sally. She nodded.

"Is my son okay?"

"Yes, he's fine. If you would like to see him, follow me." The doctor replied, showing them down a hallway. They stopped at a door labeled "306." He opened the door and let the girls inside.

"Percy?" Sally asked, going over to the bed where her son was laying. He had a blue cast on his arm, and he looked dazed.

"Mom?" He replied. Annabeth stood at the door, looking uncomfortable. Finally, she walked over to Percy's bed.

"Hi Percy," Annabeth said. She smiled. "I'm glad to see you're okay."

"Thanks for coming Annabeth," he said, grinning. A flash came from behind them. They turned to see Sally holding a camera.

"Sorry, thought I'd savor the moment," she said.

"S'okay," Annabeth and Percy said together. They started laughing.

"I bet you're going to be good friends," Sally said, putting away the camera.

Annabeth smiled, and flipped the page. There was a picture of just her, scribbling on a piece of paper. Her tongue was sticking out and she looked like she was concentrating very hard.

The Card

Annabeth concentrated on making her lines on the card perfect. She colored a flower and made her dad write "Feel Better" at the bottom. There was a flash and Annabeth turned around to see her dad smiling and holding a camera.

She turned back to her card and drew a butterfly. The yellow crayon shot out from her fingers, creating a long, yellow line extending from the wing of the butterfly.

"Not again!" Annabeth cried. She smacked her fist on the table in frustration. But she didn't crumple this card like she did all the other ones. She calmed down and began to write in big sloppy letters:

Percee –

I hop yo fel beter soon. I hop yor arm fels beter to. Dont hert yorself agin.

Luv,

Annabeth

She was satisfied, except for the line, but she disregarded that.

Later, she gave it to Percy. He loved it. He made his mom read it to him. He gave Annabeth a one-armed friendly hug.

"Thanks," he said.

"You're welcome Percy," she replied, grinning.