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I'm (starting from now) going to chose a song title for chapters from different bands I'm listening to now/love. So Soldier On by the (amazing band) Temper Trap. They're Australian and beautiful. And they opened for Imagine Dragons.

Soldier On ~ Temper Trap

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Annabeth POV:

It was nearing the first 72 hours at the Weasleys, and Percy was curled up against me, his forehead sticky with sweat. He had just had a horrific panic attack, claiming he had lost his vision, saying he couldn't see her or hear her, and it took over ten minutes to really calm him down to the point of being okay with being touched again. 0Helping Percy recover from a panic attack (and flashback) was always difficult. He would beat himself up so badly because he felt weak, and he would cause himself more anxiety mumbling about strength.

"Percy?" He hums in response, not yet wanting to speak, "remember when we watch a bunch of Marvel films together after, that place?"

He clears his throat before speaking; "Yeah."

"Remember in Iron Man 3?" He nods into me, seeming to already know where I was going with this, "He has panic attacks."

"He isn't real."

"Yes, but you'd still regard him as strong, wouldn't you?"

Percy doesn't reply, huffing out slightly. "Yes."

"Then stop beating yourself up. You have PTSD, it's going to cause you panic attacks, it's going to cause me panic attacks. We have to accept that. We aren't weak, Perce. We're the same we were before we went into there, and I honestly think we're stronger."

"Have I ever said that you're the best, more amazing person I have ever had the pleasure of being in a relationship with?"

"I'm you're the only relationship."

"Rachel Elizabeth Dare is all I'm saying." I hit him on the arm, and he just giggles in response. "How long do you think until they tell us to go to bed?"

"It's 1 am, its fair to say that we've been forgotten about." Percy only replies with a kiss on my neck, and then kissing up it slowly, moving to my lips and kissing me softly. I turn to face him, deepening the kiss.

It's moments of bliss, just forgetting the earth around us, only feeling and knowing each other. I could only feel Percy's rough hard on my arms, rubbing up and down, his stubble under my fingers as I held his face.

"Guys!" Percy jumps off me, I blink for a second. It takes me two moments to realise we're both shirtless. "Nico's having a panic attack." Frank looks out of breathe, and panicked. Percy pulls me up, and we enter the room just as poor Ron's been forced out. All of our crew is in the bedroom, Hazel by Nico's bed, rubbing his hand, and Frank behind her, rubbing her back. Thalia is staring at Nico, almost like she's willing him to break out of the attack. Piper was sat at his feet, but she looked almost half asleep.

"I can't imagine what he's going through. I can't imagine a world without light." Hazel mutters.

"Yes, that would be dark," Thalia adds. Percy grins despite himself.

"Can you believe he didn't tell us?" Percy says. I shake my head, and he cocks his head left.

"You didn't tell me for a week, nor did I tell you. We are all scared of seeming weak, Perce." He hums again, pulling himself closer to me.

It's almost too calm around us. It's so calm, and soft, and now everything seems to be going right. I sit up straight, looking around the room quickly, before leaning back into Percy, mumbling that my chest was tight and sore. He rubs my chest, mumbling sweet nothings into my ear, trying to calm me.

But it doesn't work.

I gasp and sit up straight. The world around me is all shades of red and black. Percy was in chains straight across the room from me, the giants standing around him, pressing their long daggers into his skin.

"Percy." I gasp, pulling but I don't move forward, or anywhere. There's bursting near me and flames fly upwards, the heat hurting my skin already. I whimper away, trying to edge away from it.

"Annabeth, it's okay. We're safe."

I snap my head upwards. His voice is coming from up, but his body is across from me, and now hanging limply. I close my eyes, trying to hear his voice again.

"Touch the ground around you, it's soft feel? Good, you can touch my hand, yes. I'm going to rub it, okay? Here we go, see it's calming, it's nice." He keeps speaking to me, and I try pull myself back to him. I feel his body against mine, and hold myself tightly to him. The world around me is still raging, but I can feel the true world. I can feel it, and I try hold myself to Percy to pull me back to him, and the world.

I open one eye, seeing the dark bedroom, and opening the other eye. I look at Percy, his face is stricken with worry, and a few tears are threatening to spill. "You're okay." He whispers, almost to reassure himself.

The sun was the first thing to hit my eyes, seeping through the half-drawn curtains. The usually dark room lighting up with soft, yellow light.

"She awakens." Thalia drawls. I look across at her, she's sitting on her bed, with a few books laying around her, a piece of curly paper in her hand, holding a pen lazily. "It's basically lunch time. Molly was also looking for you, I think she wants to talk to Percy and you." I pull a face in response. "Don't dilly-dally."

"You suck Thals."

Molly is in the kitchen, sitting awkwardly next to Sirius and Lupin who are outwardly flirting with each other, poking each other and kissing each other. She practically lights up when she sees me, almost thankful she isn't third wheeling any more.

"Annabeth! Hi, so I talked to Percy, and we need you two to practise magic more, and especially a few charms."

"This is going somewhere, isn't it?" I mumble. Sirius laughs.

"She found a boggart, and we need some help destroying it. You and Percy seem to be the most powerful, and we also need to check to make sure you two can do magic." Lupin reasons. I nod, and Percy enters, wrapping his arm around my waist, and gripping me closely.

"We understand if you cannot." Sirius tells us. Lupin nods. "We'll be coming with you for this." I nod again, and the two link hands.

Before we even enter the room, Sirius goes pale, mumbling to Lupin about how he doesn't think he can do it. I turn, to talk to him, ask if he was okay. But they enter the room together, hand in hand. Some of the Weasleys' (Molly, Arthur, Fred and George) stood in the room already.

"So, a Boggart shows your worst fear, just saying Riddikulus and it should change into something funny. Laughter is the only thing that destroys a boggart."

"Your worst fear?" Percy says, his face whitening.

"Yes, ready?" The cabinet was opened, and a bloody Fred stepped out, stumbling and falling forward. I watched as George's face whitened and he mumbled the spell, turning the dying George into a laughing man, doing an impression of another man, causing the Weasley's to laugh together. Fred stepped forward, and the boggart turned (unsurprisingly) into his dying brother. Then Percy stepped forward.

I watched cautiously as the boggart paused, switching and changing between options, finally resting. It was me, but it wasn't me. My eyes were a blood red, and I had my old dagger, and I was glaring at him.

Was he scared, of me?

But he was shaking his head, bitting his lip somewhat anxiously.

"Let it play out." He mumbled, Remus, backing off. Me thing walked forward, staggering with every step, swaying as it hung the dagger off two fingers; "there's no way its Annabeth."

"It's clearly Annabeth."

"No, its Misery." I melted away, and the goddess stood there. She was sweating, her poison spitting at him. She laughed evilly, grinning. Percy didn't lift his wand, he lifted his hand instead. His hand shook, and then she fell to her knees in pain, screaming. "There it is."

And it was me again. But it wasn't me, still. I looked terrified. Staring at Percy, shaking. His worst fear was scaring me, but he was doing it again. He was doing exactly what he had done before that scared the shit out of me. "Riddikulus." He said, almost lazily. I changed, and so did Misery. It was us, Thalia and Nico. Laughing, muttering dam. He laughed a bit, and the Weasleys did too. "Your up." His voice was dry. He didn't look happy, with me, or anyone. Standing in the back. The laughing friends into Percy, Thalia, Nico and Percy's bodies. I blinked, taking a step back, my eyes refusing to focus. Then they came. The Spiders. They crawled out of the bodies, crawling up to me. I wanted to move, I wanted to change my stance. But I couldn't.

I was terrified.

I took a breathe, closing my eyes for a moment. Trying to stop the growing panic, trying to calm. I lifted the wand, muttering the charm. It changed.

"Perce, whats the matter?" He'd be quiet all day, since the Boggart. He was refusing to talk to me, or even be near me, sticking in corners, and sulking away when I went to say hey.

"We're too attached." He mumbles.

"What do you mean?"

"We rely on each other, Annie. I love you, and I want to rely on you. But that scares the shit out of me. We rely on each other for happiness, and we rely on only each other for happiness. It's beginning to scare me. I don't know what to do, and I love you. I do. I'm just scared. What if one of us dies? The other would not be able to function, at least how we are now. We're one existence, not two existences. I wouldn't care if we relied on each other this much if we were two, but we aren't." He took a gulp, wringing his hands together. "I'm scared, Annie. I don't know why, but I am. I'm scared that if I lose you, I'll kill myself. I'm at that point of needing you."

"Are you breaking up with me?"

"No. No, fuck that. I don't know what I'm trying to say. I want to be with you. I want to be with you forever. I just. I don't know what I need, I barely know what I'm saying. I was talking to Fred, for ages. And I'm scared. What if you do die, what if I do? What if I die, and you can't handle it? I don't know if you could handle it. I couldn't handle you dying. I could handle everyone else dying. I think. I'd suffer, but I could live. I could not live without you. Don't you think that's scary, Annie?"

"No, I don't."

"Annabeth, I would kill myself if you died."

I take a gulp. He's not making eye contact. He's staring down, watching his hands and fingers interlink. "I would too," I mumble, hoping he looks up. But he doesn't. He shakes his head more, hanging it down more. "Percy, that isn't scary."

"Yes, it is! You literally just told me you'd kill yourself if I fucking died? Would you do if Thalia died?"

"No."

"See?" He sounds so exhausted. I move to sit next to him, but he moves, standing up. "You would hurt yourself if I died. I would hurt myself if you died. That, that can't happen. I don't know why, but we need. We need to fix something. We need to not rely on each other for happiness."

"What's really wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Don't lie to me."

"Annabeth, nothing is wrong. I don't know. You aren't listening. I'm scared, we need to stop just relying on each other. I'm scared because of it. I'm going to bed, I'll see you tomorrow. I love you."

I watched him walk up the stairs, shoulders hunched. I couldn't move. He was making no sense.

"Annabeth?" Hermione stood in the doorway, "are you okay?"

"Not really, no."

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