A/N: Back with some post The Lightening Thief fluff! Hope you enjoy!

"They'll go down in history."

But what is history if not the thing made of the present? Aren't we all penning our history now as we go along life? The actions and moments that will go down in the past begin with the present.

One day. One day they'll set the standard, raise the bar. One day they'll go down in history for who they are, what they've done, together.

But right now.

Right now, they've just started the journey, right now is the tentative first steps at perhaps nothing more than compatriotism. And then…friendship.

"Because you're my friend Seaweed Brain, any more stupid questions?"

The words echo in his head now as he stares up at the ceiling, her email still displayed on his mother's old laptop screen.

There's a picture attached. She's standing so assuredly with her arms crossed as if she owned the place. It used to annoy him.

And yet now all it does is bring a pang to his heart. It turns out, he misses her.

He doesn't know what makes her different from Grover and the others. But he'd taken one long look at the email and the picture and felt a vague tug that he can't really describe. Or explain.

A flash of light in the corner of his eye makes him scramble up.

"Hey Seaweed Brain."

His mouth drops of its own accord as he stares at Annabeth through the Iris Message. It's as if she knew he'd been thinking about her. The thought makes him blush.

"Um…hello? Do I have something on my face?" She's scrunching up her eyebrows in the way that used to make him think she hated him. But she doesn't, she can't, or why would she have actually Iris messaged him like she had said?

"No, sorry, I'm just surprised," he hastens to explain.

The frown turns into a raised eyebrow.

"What? Didn't think I'd hold up my promise?"

"No it's not that, I just—"

"I'm messing with you Seaweed Brain," she replies, breaking out into a laugh.

Something in his stomach flutters again and he knows his blush is back.

"Haven't gotten into trouble, have you?" she continues.

"Well…" he starts, sheepishly.

"Monsters?" she asks sharply, and he's surprised to find concern laced in her features.

"No, no," he replies quickly, "nothing like that, just mortals. What about you?"

She shakes her head. "No, thankfully. I think they're all worried it might happen though."

"You'll let me know if something does though, right?"

He knows how delicate the situation is with her family, he knows she went home because of him, and he wants so desperately for it all go okay for her.

"Yeah," Annabeth replies. "Tell me about the mortals, nothing too bad?"

She sits back and he realizes this must be her room, though all he can see is some grey curtains in the back. (He wishes he could see more of the place.) It's clear she'd rather talk about him, so he indulges.

"Not the worse I've dealt with," he replies. "Plus, I've made a friend."

Another raised eyebrow, she really has perfected the look. "A friend?"

There's something behind her tone that he can't decipher. Maybe…wariness?

"Well, they pick on him so I kinda took him under my wing."

Annabeth's shoulders drop a little, as if she was carrying some tension. "Oh…that's nice."

He doesn't know what incentivizes him to say what he does, but a second later the words are blurted from his mouth.

"Not replacing you, don't worry." He chuckles a little, trying to pass it off as a joke and wondering why he's fighting another blush.

Annabeth breaks out into a smile and is that just the Iris message or are her cheeks a little pink too?

"I wasn't," she replies confidently, but he thinks she actually might have been.

Her image flickers and she lets out a sigh. "Guess the call is ending, glad to hear you're doing okay Percy."

He nods, sadness filling him, wishing he could keep talking to his friend.

"You too," he replies. "I'm glad you're doing okay too."

He shifts a little and her eyes are suddenly trained on something behind him.

"Is that—"

Her words are cut off as the mirage abruptly disappears and he turns around to see what she was talking about.

The laptop.

Still open to her email, to the picture she sent. She'd seen it.

He buries his face in his hands, feeling his cheeks heating up and hopes she doesn't find it weird. He tries to remember her expression. Had it been a smile?

Shaking his head, he quickly, closes out of everything and shuts the lid.

This is why Annabeth is different, he thinks as he gathers up the laptop to return it to his mom, it's the feeling he gets in his stomach. He'd never blush this much in front of Grover.

Ultimately though, he'd just glad to have heard from her. To see her. It solidifies all the crazy things that happened last summer. It's all true, it's all real.

She's real.

And she'd held up her promise.

The first step to writing that history, begins now.

A/N: Shoutout to anon on tumblr for the prompt of Percabeth post TLT! It was really cute to write them at the delicate beginning stages, delving into their history! I hope you guys enjoyed as well!

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