A.N. OMG, could it be? A Percabeth, from me? That's a first. Well, it didn't start out this way. I was watching the old Clash of the Titan's, and all of a sudden, this idea popped into my head. Random, right? So it's just slight Percabeth, set around the end of the second and beginning of third. Or something like that. Just before the Battle of the Labyrinth, I guess.

Enjoy! This'll be you're only chance!

Disclaimer: Do you guys even care if I do these? I mean, obviously I don't own Percy Jackson. Do you guys like reading my disclaimers? Because I like typing them! I think of the most random thing, and then in it goes! I even forget to talk about not owning Percy Jackson sometimes. Except now I've told you twice. Whoops!

Ignorance Smells Nice

"How do you think Kronos got tricked? It doesn't make much sense." Percy asked randomly. He, Annabeth and Grover were sitting at a bench, near the Big House. Annabeth was reading, Grover was trying to practice on his reed pipes, and Percy was bored.

"What?" Annabeth asked, taken off guard.

"Kronos. He was tricked into eating a rock, thinking it was his son, Zeus. That's kinda stupid of him," he said. Hey, Kronos wasn't there! He was still in his sarcophagus!

"No, that was ignorant of him," she replied.

"Deodorant?"

"Ignorant!"

"Are you saying that Kronos smells? Is that why we're at war? Because he can't find any good deodorant?"

"Percy, I swear I'll - " She was blushing fury, and her words sputtered out in anger that rivaled even Clarisse.

"Have you ever thought about what Rhea said to get him to eat that rock?" Percy said, just to make her calm down.

"No," Annabeth said, curtly. She went back to her book.

He ignored her ignoring him. "I think she swaddled that rock and went 'Here you go honey! Zeus, just the way you like him!'"

Annabeth snorted. "And what did Kronos say?"

"Guys, I don't think it's a good idea to be talking about Kronos like this," Grover said, nervously.

Percy ignored him. "Kronos was all 'Thank you, dear! I – wait. Is that a rock?' and then Rhea went 'Uh . . . no. Why would I feed you a rock? Now, eat your Zeus.'" Annabeth looked like she was trying not to laugh. Percy continued. "And he did."

Annabeth nodded, giggling. "That just shows how smart woman are," she said, quite proud of her species.

"You mean how crazy they are," Percy contradicted.

"No! I mean smart!"

Percy started busting up, but he didn't want to make his case worse, so he didn't say anything more for a long while.

"You know what I think?" Percy asked after many long minutes of silence.

"What?" Annabeth snapped.

"That all romance authors are Aphrodite's children." She raised an eyebrow. "No one cares more about love then the children of the goddess of love."

"Yes, I did know that, Percy. And if I had wheels, I'd be a wagon."

Percy ignored her comment, which didn't make any sense to him. "So doesn't it just make sense, then?"

Annabeth tilted her head to the side, trying not to think about it too much. Impossible. "Well. . . it sounds possible. But that's a lot of kids."

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

More minutes of silence.

"You know, it's not only children of Aphrodite that care about love." Annabeth said out of the blue.

"No?" Percy knew that. Where was she going with this?

"Nope." And was that a blush on her face? That wasn't out of anger at his stupidity? O. M. G.

"Do you think about love, Annabeth?"

The soft blush grew even more, spreading to her neck. Now she was regretting bringing this up. "Um...yes. Yes I do." She tried not to look at him. Impossible.

"Huh. That's cool."

Even more minutes of silence.

Percy broke it again, smiling hugely. "You think Kronos's deodorant is under a rock?"