A/N - I've decided this is going to be a short drabble like Taken. The chapters will just be slightly longer. :)

Disclaimer - I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians and all rights except this plot go to Rick Riordan.

~TSS~

Annabeth slowly cracked her eyes open, her nose was stuffed and she felt all dry and crusty. She felt a heavy wait at her waist. Looking down she saw an arm curled tightly around her. She moved slightly to look up at what she thought had been her pillow. Percy's sleeping face greeted her silently. That was when all that happened last night came fading back. She felt really stupid now; she should have been used to it. It was silly to get so upset, until she remembered the last thing her stepmother had said.

You're just a burden; you're not welcome here anymore

Percy woke to smothered crying. Looking down, he saw a mass of blonde curls covering his chest.

"Wise girl?" He urged gently. She slowly pulled her head up to meet his gaze.

"I have nowhere to come home too. My family doesn't want me!" She gasped out as a new round of tears occurred. Percy sat up and pulled her closer as she buried her head into his shoulder.

"Why don't w-" The dark haired teen was cut off as Helen yelled, "Annabeth, get down here!"

Said girl visibly winced, and slowly crawled off the bed. Percy's hand shot out to grab hers.

"Don't let her scare you, kay Wise Girl?" Percy then let her hand go, but not before pressing a soft kiss to the palm of it.

"Okay." She said, smiling softly. It took more than her stepmother to scare her.

The blonde left the room and walked down the stairs. Turning the corner she saw her father reading the morning paper and Helen waiting for her by the table.

Several minutes later the sound of yelling urged Percy downstairs. He was slightly scared as to what he would find, and what state his girlfriend would be in.

Turning the corner, Percy saw something that angered him. Helen Chase had to finger pointed in Annabeth's direction; her hair was wild like Medusa's and her face a tomato red. The younger of the two wasn't much better. Annabeth's eyes were puffy, and she had tear stains on her cheek; though her face was as angry as her stepmothers.

The only thing that even slightly resembled normal was Fredrick Chase. He sat calmly as if world war three wasn't going on in his kitchen.

None of that really angered Percy though, what angered him was the hand coming towards Annabeth's face. In two long strides, he reached Annabeth's ugly stepmother and had her hand in his.

With a glare on his face, Percy stood protectively in front of his smaller girlfriend. "Don't you ever lay a hand on her!" He gritted out, venom leaking though his words.

The red head wrenched her hand away and threw an ugly glare his way before yelling, "I want you both out of my house! Now! Pack your things!"

"Now Helen-"Her husband started feebly.

"No Fredrick. It's me or her." She stated firmly, a scowl on her face.

Percy pulled Annabeth into his side as if to ward off the tension in the room.

A hopeless look was melted onto the father's face as he regarded his only daughter. "I'm sorry Annie. It's for the best. We'll co-" Annabeth's sob cut him off.

"Dad! How- Why would you… I'm your daughter, your child! How could you take…" She stopped as she felt another sob bubble in her chest.

"Go now." The older woman smiled slightly, quickly covering it when her husband glanced back at her.

On shaky legs, Annabeth back up; right into Percy. Her eyes darted around as if to take in older memories. They made her more upset. Her dad had never taken her side. It was always about Helen and the twins.

Glancing up, she saw the anger and repulsion for her family on her boyfriend's face. She was embarrassed he had witnessed that. There was no time to think about that though. Instead, she buried those feelings down, and pulled him away before something worse happened.

Once upstairs, Percy's anger had simmered down. He was more worried for Annabeth. She hadn't said a word since they came up to her room.

"Wise girl?" He inquired.

"I'm sorry!" She blurted out, still pacing the room.

"For what?" He asked incredulously, she had nothing to be sorry for.

"You shouldn't have had to see that." A rosy pink spread lightly over her cheeks.

The raven haired teen pulled her to sit with him on the bed.

"Annabeth, it wasn't your fault. Your family is just a bunch of…" He trailed off as he saw the look on her face.

A small smile was stretched across her face. The girl leaned up and kissed his cheek. "Thank you."

At his confused look she murmured, "Thank you, for being you"

A/N - R&R!