Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing, all characters and plot are originally from Rick Riordan's book series' Percy Jackson and the Olympians, and Heroes of Olympus.

A/N: Thank you all so much for the reviews!

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Everything was pretty much the same every single day.

Until Piper started having her panic attacks.

"Piper," Percy said, tentatively touching his girlfriend's shoulder in attempt for her to calm down.

"Wha–" she jumped when he touched her, looking at herself in the mirror with bloodshot eyes and shaking horribly with her hands gripping the sides of the sink so hard her knuckles turned white.

"C'mere," he whispered. Gathering her into his arms, she let go of the sides of the sink as he picked her up bridal-style, carrying her out of the bathroom and laying her on their (yes, their) bed.

She let herself go numb as he tucked her under the blankets.

"D-Don't leave me," she stuttered out, her eyes closed as she blindly reached for Percy's hand. He sighed, laying under the blankets with her, pulling her close and kissing every part of her face. Her cheeks, nose, eyes, forehead, chin... Then her lips, just ever so softly.

These were rare moments, when Percy got like this. Most of the time seeing Piper sad or hurt made him angry; but there were some exceptions where all he wanted to do was hold her and kiss her and do his best to make her feel better.

She was thankful for it, especially when she questioned her own sanity.

"I love you," she murmured, burying her face in his neck as he held her tighter.

"I love you, too," the dark haired boy said, holding her closer to him.

Out of everything they'd been through, Percy could always seem to make her feel better when it was like this. Sometimes all she could do was weep. Because she was so tragically sick of her life, but the only other person that could really understand was him.

She pulled back from his neck, stared at him, then kissed him slowly. Percy kissed back, then gripped her sides so hard she knew there were going to be bruises but she didn't care because they were kissing and it was needy, but heated and passionate and —

"Anna," Percy groaned quietly.

Piper stopped, mid kiss, then pulled back completely, out of his arms, all the way across the bed away from him.

She tried to stop herself from shaking. Her boyfriend just called her /Anna./ As in, Annabeth. She wanted to start crying but knew that would be selfish of her because he was going through some stuff, too.

She stole a glance over at Percy, and he looked angry.

"Why did you pull away?" He asked.

"Why did you call me Anna?" She replied.

"What? I didn't!"

"Yeah, you did."

"Well screw you!"

"Fuck you."

And with that, Piper got up, locked herself in the bathroom, and didn't come out for three days straight.