And I bring you the next installment! To anyone waiting for the next chapter of Letters, I'm working on it right now, but I thought I should post this to appease the mighty snow gods, etc, etc.

And Twix, the last one is for you. –hugs- I hope your family is doing better, and I'm sending you all lots of love from a (finally) snowy town in New England. I know it's not much, but it's hearfelt.

Thank you to all you dear readers, reviewers, and fellow Percy Jackson-ites. Have a good January!

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Au revoir!

41. Sneeze

"A-a-a-choo!"

"Not falling for it."

He made an effort to sound like he was hacking his guts up. "But, I don't think I'll make it, I… the light… it seems so much closer than it did before… you should stay… and make sure I live."

"That's because I turned your lamp on. Now get out of bed, you sea slug."

"But it's Saturday, Wise Girl." He croaked, squinting into the harsh yellow light, watching her blurry form move about the room until she came into focus.

"Yes. And I have exam prep to attend. You're welcome to lie there until noon, or you can get out of bed and come meet me at Mr. Cappuccino's and we can talk about meaningless things until my class at two."

There she was! "Or," he said, reaching his arm out and taking her wrist gently. She was cold, like the temperature outside, clearly chilly after the trip to his apartment. "You can stay here with me until one-forty-five, then we can rush to get your hair back in place and I'll race you to wherever it is your nutty college professor wants you to meet today and then I'll wait outside until you're done and then we can get coffee."

"Percy," her voice was disapproving. "You can't just stay in bed all day."

"Actually," his grip around her wrist tightened, and suddenly he pulled and she was lying beside him, her neat ponytail already coming undone. "I think it's perfectly doable. At least until one-forty-five. Maybe one-fifty. What say you?"

She wasn't trying to get away, certainly, and she wasn't shivering as much now that she was in his arms. "And to think," he whispered, "You probably got very little sleep last night anyway because of that course you signed up for that requires, like, a scale model per day. Am I right?"

"Percy…"

"I'm not actually sick," he laughed kissing the tip of her frosty nose. "I promise."

"Percy!"

He was alarmed now and sat up, looking down at her and raking his mind as to why she might be so resistant. Had he said something? Was he forgetting something important? Was January 7th some significant date he never remembered? "What?"

"Will you get the light?"

38. Juice

The waitress looks them up and down, eyebrows practically in her hairline. He groans. He knows they're filthy. Covered in mud. Probably covered in blood, too, but they just need food and then they'll leave the mortals alone.

"How can I help you?" She asks faintly, and Percy sighs in relief.

When Annabeth places her order, he simply says, "Anything blue."

Comfort food.

34. Rage

"I may not remember who she is," he growls, raising Riptide. "But I know I'll kill you before you touch her.

28. Cycle

That's what his life feels like, sometimes. He saves his mom and the master bolt, only to be back at square one finding the Golden Fleece. He and his friends rescue the camp, and then he fails to save who really matters and they won't even let him rescue her. He tries to stop Luke, and nearly does, only to hear those final, crushing words: 'The hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap, A single choice shall end his days' and he realizes it was all just some sick, sadistic cycle.

48. Rose

He bumbles and stutters, but eventually manages to thrust the rose at his very amused girlfriend.