This is part two of the last chapter! :) (sorry, lots of Percabeth fluff.)

Percy's POV

I didn't go eat. I didn't want to leave Annabeth in the Big House, since I was basically the one that made her fall. So I just sat in the kitchen of the Big House, running my hands through my hair and biting my fingernails as I waited for Chiron to come back out. Sometime in my worrying state Will Solace and Malcolm had entered the house, nodding a greeting to me and then going into Annabeth's room. I hated waiting.

My leg started bouncing up and down, tapping on the wooden floorboards. I contemplated calling my mom and telling her over Iris Messaging, but then Chiron appeared. I stood up so fast I almost knocked my chair down. He gave me a tired smile, motioning to the room. I practically sprinted past him, rushing to the door to see Annabeth. But before I reached it, Malcolm stepped out and stopped me.

"Percy, wait," he said, holding up a hand. "Let me tell you what's wrong with her leg. She landed on her leg pretty hard, and that sent a shockwave to her knee. She tore both her ACL and meniscus. Normally we would just give the injured person ambrosia and keep them bedridden for the next few days, and soon they would heal. But this one is different. Her meniscus was torn, but also totally flipped around and messed up. It's not pretty. So if we give her ambrosia now, her wound will heal like it is, and then it won't be normal. We're going to have to wait. Like she was a mortal. Let her heal naturally."

I stared at him. I got nothing from the first couple sentences, but I understood the rest. Annabeth was going to have to heal without any ambrosia. "Doesn't she have to get a surgery for this or something?"

Malcolm nodded, "Will's gonna try, but even so, he probably won't get it all the way correct. We're just going to have to let the leg heal itself."

I nodded slowly, and Malcolm moved aside. The door opened once more, and Will came out. He told us he was going to do the surgery tomorrow at the infirmary, and left the house.

"Can I go in?" I asked.

Malcolm gestured to the door. "Go ahead."

I took a deep breath and went into the room. The afternoon sun made the room hazy, shining light onto the light blue walls. Everything was quiet and still, and Annabeth was laying peacefully in the bed, her chest rising and falling with her breath. It looked like a portrait. My feet padded on the wood floor as I walked over to the bed. Annabeth's eyes opened, her intelligent grey orbs finding mine.

"Hey," she said weakly. I tried to smile back, but I think it turned out to be more like a grimace. I hated seeing her in this pain, and I hated it even more so that I had a part to do with it.

"How're you feeling?" I asked, sitting down on the bed.

She shrugged, "Better than an hour ago. What'd you eat?" She did look a little better than when I had brought her in. Her cheeks had returned to normal color, albeit a little pale, and her lips were pink again. She wasn't sweating and was sitting up in her bed, but I could still see a bit of pain swirling in her eyes.

I shook my head, "Wasn't hungry, I just waited outside."

Annabeth stared at me. "Percy, first off: you're a horrible liar. Second: you're always hungry. So why didn't you go eat, or get some rest?"

"I didn't want to leave."

Annabeth sighed, then changed tracks. "Did you hear what I have? Did Malcolm tell you?"

"Yeah, something about a torn ABC and something," I muttered.

The daughter of Athena closed her eyes and exhaled slowly, a smile growing on her face. "ACL, Seaweed Brain. ACL, not ABC. And a torn meniscus." She smiled again, rolling her eyes. Gods, I loved that smile.

"Well, whatever it is, I know that you can't have ambrosia."

Annabeth's smile faded. "Yeah, looks like we're going to have to be normal in this healing process." We fell silent. Her hair was slung back into her ponytail, and I reached up and pushed a strand out of her face, but I kept my hand on her cheek, and she leaned into it.

"I'm sorry," I said, not able to help it. I felt horrible.

"Gods, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth said exasperatedly. "I told you. It wasn't your fault. I should've been paying more attention."

"And you would've been if I hadn't distracted you."

Annabeth leveled a stare at me. "It's not your fault. It's not." Her piercing grey eyes seemed to make me believe her words. But I still felt bad.

I sighed, breaking my stare.

"Go eat something."

I shook my head, "I'm not hu-"

"Percy," Annabeth stopped me. "I order you to go eat. I'll be fine, but you need to eat and get some rest. I'll see you soon, and I'll be fine." I smiled at her "order," but I decided to comply, or she would keep bugging me throughout the day.

"Okay," I replied. I leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, and was about to lean back, but she grabbed me, hugging me tight. I slid my arms around her body, resting my head in the crook of her shoulder. She took a deep breath.

"Thanks, though, Percy," she said into my shirt, her words muffled. "For being here for me."

I stroked her hair. "I'll always be here for you, Wise Girl. Now and always." I kissed her hair, then stood up, giving her a smile. She returned it, settling back into her bed once more. I turned and walked out the room. I did as she said, going to the kitchen to grab something from the fridge. I didn't feel like going to down to the mess hall. Besides, I wanted to stay as close as I could, just in case she needed something.

I soon went back into the room, sitting in a chair next to her bed. For a while we just talked about random things. How summer was almost over, and we both loathed that fact; Grover being in Montana leading a "Death to Pollution!" march; Malcolm making it into a college he was applying too ("Isn't it, like, Kale college?" "No, Seaweed Brain. Kale's a vegetable"); and, of course, the couple weeks coming where Annabeth wouldn't be able to do much because of her leg.

"I just wish I could do something," I said desperately.

"Percy," she replied. "You are doing something. I'm so glad you're right here. Talking with me and spending time with me. I would be so bored if you didn't. And even if I wasn't bored, I love talking with you."

I still wasn't satisfied. "I mean do something big. About your leg." I sighed, thinking out loud. "Why couldn't Poseidon have awesome healing powers that could've gotten passed down to me?" Annabeth rolled her eyes, her hand coming out to grab mine.

"Seaweed Brain, for the last time, it's okay."

Well, I still wasn't satisfied. And right there, a thought struck me. But I didn't tell her, I didn't want to raise anybody's hopes. I kissed my girlfriend's nose goodbye, letting her rest up a bit, then walked outside, looking at the sky. The sun was going over the edge of the trees, and most of the campers were eating in the mess hall. The smells of food wafted up from the meal, and I felt my stomach shift. But I didn't go down to them. I needed to talk to someone. But I was going to let that someone finish their job first. So I sat on a rock outside the house, hands in my pockets.

Well, my ADHD didn't really like sitting and waiting. I constantly looked around, bounced my foot, tapped a beat against the rock, I even stepped inside the house for a brief moment to see if Annabeth was okay. She was asleep, looking like an angel in the still, quiet room.

It finally got dark, and I stood up. I knew he had seen me, so I hoped he would come. He was a god, though, and gods can be snobby and haughty and proud and think they are too good for-

"Percy! What lovely words."

Oh, crap. I realized I had been muttering out loud. I spun around, facing the god standing behind me. "Uh, hey, Apollo."

The sun god looked like a male model as he stood in the torchlight, his teeth flashing white as he smiled. He still wore sunglasses, but I didn't inquire about that.

"What do you need, son? A haiku for the end of this glorious day?"

"Um, no," I said quickly. "Thanks. Though I wouldn't exactly call this a glorious day."

Apollo peered at me over his sunglasses, his blue eyes bright. "Ah, yes. Miss Chase did take a plunge off the rock climbing wall, if I remember correctly. And she broke her ACL and meniscus. In a rather nasty way, mind you."

I frowned. "How did you know that?"

"I'm the god of healing, my dear boy. Now, what did you want me to come here for?"

I shifted on my feet nervously. Dealing with gods was always be messy business. "Well, that's exactly the reason I wanted you to come. Because you're the god of healing and all. You see, Annabeth has to- well, you probably know this, but she has to heal like a mortal, because her leg is all messed up. But... I feel bad about that."

"We all feel bad for something, Percy. Doesn't mean we can fix it," Apollo said sternly.

"Except..." I swallowed. "I probably could. Well, you could. I'm just asking you to do it."

Apollo was silent for a little, looking at me with a thoughtful face. "Now why would I do that?"

"Because I asked you. Please."

"And is your asking enough for me, a god, to do something for a demigod?" He didn't sound too haughty or anything, more curious. Like he wanted to know the answer.

"She is technically your niece, since you're the brother of Athena. Plus, even gods can do something nice every once in a while." I gave him a sheepish smile at my words, but they were true. Most of the time, the gods could be really stuck-up, but every once in a while they would do something kind. Every once in a while. Like every century.

"So..." I trailed off. "Please? As a favor? Or do it because I saved your home, so can you at least save my girlfriend?"

"Percy, she's not going to die."

"I know that, but she hates the thought of being in bed for weeks, then not being able to do anything for a month or so. And I was at fault, 'cause she was distracted by me so she couldn't dodge the boulder that made her fall in time."

Apollo smirked. "Distracting the ladies, Perce? Got some good looks that backfired?"

"Please, Apollo."

The god sighed, taking off his sunglasses. He looked towards the Big House and went still for a moment. Then he looked back at me.

"Because I think you are a pretty good demigod, Percy, I will respect your wishes. But know that you cannot just call upon a god whenever you need."

I tried to hide my relieved smile. "Yes, sir. Thank you." He stood there, seeming to wait.

"Oh, do you want to go- uh, inside?" I stepped aside so he could walk up the steps.

"No, no," Apollo said, waving his hand. "It's already done. Have a good day, Percy." I turned to see what he was talking about, and I saw a figure appear at the door. When I turned back to where Apollo had been, there was nobody there. I muttered another silent, thank you.

"Percy!" I pivoted at the voice. It was Annabeth. She was standing on the porch in her jeans and t-shirt. Her leg looked like nothing had happened, and she ran down the porch steps, running towards me. She wasn't limping or anything. A smile grew wide on my face and I ran up to her too. She gave me a bone-crushing hug, which I returned.

"What did you do, Seaweed Brain?" Annabeth said, her face buried in my chest. I could feel her smiling.

I kissed the top of her head. "Just asked someone for a favor." She leaned back, looking at me.

"Did you know you are the best boyfriend in the entire world?"

I scoffed at her words. "Of course, but you can always tell me again." She rolled her eyes, reaching her hands up and latching them around my neck. She pulled my head down to meet hers, but she didn't have to pull hard. I was already on my way there.

She kissed me hard, thanking me through the kiss. I was so glad she was okay now, and that I could do something about it. She didn't have to stay in bed any longer, she could be outside running with me, swimming in the lake, practicing sword-fighting, and everything else. She could do that. She's fine. She's fine, I slowly convinced myself, relaxing into her embrace. I entangled my hands in her curls, savoring this moment. I loved this girl. With everything I had.

She leaned back, pecking me once more, then smiled at me. "Thank you, Percy." I returned the smile, placing my lips on her forehead.

"It's my job to make sure you are safe and okay, as long as I live."

Annabeth smiled again, making the night seem lighter. "Come on, let's go tell the others. Race you back to the cabins!" Without further ado, she spun around and took off towards the cabins. I growled, chasing after her. She was fast, really fast. She was probably going to beat me, only because I had made Apollo heal her leg.

But I didn't care. The daughter of Athena was laughing, shrieking as she ran. She glanced back once, her sparkling grey eyes meeting mine as she smiled. I almost tripped on my feet at that, losing my focus.

Gods, she's beautiful.

Aww, I love Percabeth. :) Please review, and I should have the next one up relatively soon! Thank you all, my peeps! ;)