Alright everyone. I know it's been an extremely long time since we last saw each other, and I have a good reason. I was working on my other fanfiction, which I have not published yet, but I've written at least 5,000 words, and I have a really good feeling about it.

I'm trying to write serious fanfiction now, and be a serious writer here, instead of being super silly about it. Don't worry, I won't become a gross Ms. Peterson who's never light-hearted, but I will be more serious about my work, if you know what I mean?

I had the realization that everybody will see my work, even a million years from now, even after I died, and I didn't want some grammatical errors to be what's published. I do realize that an autobiography isn't exactly what fanfic authors are aiming for, but it's just a thought I had.

While I was writing the separate fanfiction, I got really into it, and now I just don't feel the same spark as I used to when writing this. However, I did swear to myself that I would finish this fanfic, and I don't want to leave anyone hanging, so this will be the last episode! Sorry, guys, but I'm going to wrap this up really quickly, and it might be my worst work yet as I have to finish up this whole fanfiction in this one chapter, but it will be a conclusion, this story will have an ending.

I barely convinced myself to write this last chapter because of that one other fanfiction that drew my attention away, meaning it's THAT GOOD! Or at least, I hope it is, because I've spent- what, a month?- writing it and I feel it deserves at least a little praise. Yes, I know that all of my other fanfics are also nearly given-up on, but those were meant to be side stories from the beginning.

This fanfic was originally destined to be the main story that I would pour my work into, but it just doesn't carry the same energy that it did when I first started writing. I'm sorry, y'all, but at least check out my other fanfic... when it comes out. Put simply: follow me!

Not the fanfic itself, just follow me so that you'll get a notification when I finally publish it! Just on a side note: it's a Pertemis story, which I know is often very odd and sometimes hated, but I'm a hardcore Percabeth shipper, I swear! It's just that I found myself thinking that a Pertemis story that's done well, with some actual context and build-up could be a great story line!

I'm trying to make it much of a slow burn as possible, because I think most of the problems with Pertemis fanfics have to do with how rushed and hurried their relationships are, so I'd love some constructive feedback!

That was morbid.

Alright, now let's get into the actual story which I did not want to write.

5 Years Later

In an ironic twist of events that nobody expected, Steve Montgomery went to the kid-friendly version of jail. He ended up meeting his jailer's daughter and falling in love with her, a gorgeous young girl who went by the name Helen.

Helen confessed to manipulating and threatening Erin to abandon the plan Steve had formulated with Erin, because Helen had "loved Steve and just, like, wanted Erin out of the picture."

Steve might've been mad, but Helen's sweet honey hair and pink cheeks soon convinced him otherwise. Nobody seemed to know about Helen, however, and Steve alone was in on the secret. The jailer didn't want anybody to know about his young, beautiful daughter, and thus hid her from the juvenile prisoners.

Whenever he mentioned Helen, he would get blank looks from his prison inmates and would occasionally be shunned, although it could never last long. Steve had earned their respect by resisting his capture, shouting and shaking Officer Jessica, who had been a bawling mess throughout the whole trial.

"Am I stupid?" Officer Jessica had howled, pointing a wavering finger at Steve. "He said I was!" It had not helped his case, and Steve preached the important lesson to his fellow prisoners: never trust the armed forces. Steve had been jailed accordingly to his offense, which was considered major, and he had been told by his mother that she was ashamed of him.

It had been a life-changing experience for him, and he absolutely loved the feeling of free delinquency that came with that moment. He missed the past, ordinary life he'd had, but now that he'd been in juvenile prison for at least five years- or was it six?- he found that he didn't care much for Annabeth or Erin.

Instead, Helen filled his every thought, her lustrous golden locks and adorable, pink-lipped smile haunting his mind as he went to bed, the ghost of her laugh echoing in his dreams. He was head over heels for her, so much so that it was bordering on the edge of insanity.

One day, she simply disappeared, leaving no trace of herself behind. There was nothing that indicated she had been there in the first place, even the jailer would not admit he had a daughter and kept giving him suspicious looks as Steve insisted a beautiful phantom girl had visited his cell every night.

Steve was transferred to an asylum.

He spent an entire year in there, made to believe his experiences with Helen were all hallucinations, but he couldn't quite believe it. He believed it was a government hoax, trying to get him to claim that his own memories were false. He was called a government conspiracist by most from then on, feeling afraid for his own sanity.

Eventually, he believed that nothing had ever happened in that rank little cell, only his desperate need for human socialization with people who weren't five-year-old serial killers. Only his serious deprivation of social contact. Only his apparent insanity.

He heard from Helen that Annabeth and Percy were married.

He got a note, a wedding invitation that invited him to the wedding of Annabeth and Percy. At the bottom of the page, in fine print, said: 'Designed by Helen; not missing you, Steve!' He died that same day, a stroke, the doctors said.

But Steve's inmate, Leo Valdez, who was a regular guest at the asylum and was always put in there by a girl named Calypso, who claimed Leo was crazy and loony, but always came over to pick him back up- although the process was a bit more complicated, Steve didn't want to get into the details of how exactly Leo was imprisoned- was steadfast in his claim that there was a girl named Helen who came to visit his rank little cell at night...

Yes, it's short, and it's just a huge time-skip, and you most likely won't recognize the girl named Helen as she barely comes out, and when she does, she's only briefly mentioned in the chapter right before this one, I believe? If it's not, leave a review, and I'll fix it!

I feel like this is an important moment, where I close this fanfiction once and for all, but I want to give a short little shout-out to all those who reviewed, favorited, or followed, because I realize that I didn't do that for this chapter because of the morbidness overshadowing that routine event.

To All the Reviews I've Ever Recieved:

Y'all were my first real readers, and I was thrilled to have a review, and even more thrilled when more kept coming in. I'm sincerely apologetic that our bond- if we had a bond?- ended like this, but I promise that the next fanfics I post will be better and improved!

To sum it all up-

THANK YOU READERS!

With that, the adventure with Steve Montgomery and Erin Catwalk, two individuals who bonded over their desire to break Percabeth, has concluded.

The end.