A/N: Hey guys! I'm back with something more along the lines of a traditional fluffy drabble. Hope you like it!

Annabeth worked in probabilities. She worked in math and hard logic facts. That's just how she functioned, it's how she knew the world.

For example, she knew the probability of her getting into this university, she knew the probability of success in each of her classes and the probability that she would get annoyed with her roommate. All very high, very probable and very true.

But even with all her calculations and numbers and foresight she hadn't accounted for this. For him.

Everything about him was broke the numbers, the stats, the predictions. He was the 5% error, under or over the curve. He was an outlier.

It started with their friendship which was about a 40% probability, maybe 45 at best. But it happened. It happened so well and they became so close that it was off the charts for what she had thought.

Then it was his interest. Despite her annoying roommate who claimed it was a sure thing, she ran some factors and came up with 30% given the best circumstances.

But then he asked her on a date and she was shocked at how wrong she had been. (And a bit peeved at her roommate for guessing correctly.) She had stuttered through her surprise and agreed.

The probability of a long distance relationship working about is a 20% at best. And she knew this. And when she watched him get on that plane her heart sank because this number was backed by a lot of evidence. She didn't think he'd break it. A part of her hoped he would. (Spoiler alert he did.)

If you had asked her earlier that day what she thought the probability of him proposing would have been she would have scoffed and said 10%. He was always doing nice and romantic things. She had no idea. She didn't see it coming. She cried as she accepted.

By now she has learned that numbers simply don't work around him. Probabilities are useless and she's all but given up on trying.

But this is her. And the probability of her being pregnant seems to be dwindling as time goes on according to her gynecologist. She's at a solid 5% when she takes the test. By some miracle she is. His happy tears make her think maybe he's rubbing off on her.

She's sitting on the couch taking a break from the whirlwind of a day she's having, and she runs some numbers on last time.

There are high probabilities, but statistically speaking there is always a chance that unlikely events can occur.

The probability of her meeting someone like him had been 1%.

And her daughter cries from the other room and she hears her husband yell that he's got it and she smiles.

Because he really is one in a million.

A/N: So what did you think? Did you like it? I thought I'd step away for a sec from my more metaphorical writing to a good ole Percabeth AU drabble. Of course there is still a take away: You never know what might happen. Sometimes things happen that we don't expect or account for, and sometimes those things are amazing :)

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