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Never let your prayin' knees get lazy

Annabeth was on a quest. It had been another routine day, both of them waking up next to the other, getting ready for their respective places to be, and once Percy had gotten home, there was a note on the coffee table.

On a quest, the scrawled handwriting said. I'll be back soon.

Of course, there were one or two spelling mistakes, and it took Percy a while to decipher the words, but he understood what it meant. It meant she was gone, possibly alone unless she went to Camp and took someone with her, but she was gone.

He crunched the paper in his hands into a ball and lobbed it at the door, fuming as he sat down on the couch. "Why didn't she tell me?" he asked himself, leaning forward. He placed his head in his hands and tried slowing his thought process.

He was worried. He was scared. He wanted nothing more than to know how she was doing at the moment. He was tempted to get a drachma, just to Iris message her, but he stopped himself before he stood. Mortals. She was probably surrounded by them, either on a bus, on a train, or – Gods above – on a plane.

He slid off the couch and onto his knees. He shut his eyes, and he started whispering, clutching at the edge of the coffee table.

"Poseidon…Dad…Athena, anyone who will listen. Hermes, you too. I'm not sure who gave Annabeth the quest. But whoever it was, could you please grant her a safe passage? I'm not saying to make the road entirely too easy, or anything, but that would be a bonus. I'm just asking you to get her back here alive. I love her, and…it would be hard to lose her. Really hard. I'm not sure what I would do.

"I'm sorry I don't have an offering. I just…I came home to find her missing. She was gone, and I started panicking. What am I supposed to do? Wait for her here? Why didn't she tell me she was going somewhere? What is she doing?

"I know I'm not going to get an answer, but please. Just bring her back safe and alive."

He stopped talking then, biting his lower lip and keeping his eyes closed. He sucked in one breath and stood, stretching out his back.

One week later, there was a knock on their door. Frantically he rushed to it, placing his plate of food down on the counter before he wrenched it open. Standing there, covered in tiny scratches and dirt, was Annabeth. "Hey, Seaweed Brain."

She couldn't breathe for the next few minutes.

AN: I was told to "update freakin' soon."

I updated freakin' soon.

XDDDDDDDDD

So, uh, yeah. At first I couldn't think of how to write this one, because, "Never let your prayin' knees get lazy?" How am I going to tie that one in to Percabeth? Then I realized. It was one big, "Oh. I'm a moron" moment.

All well. It's written, it's up, be happy.

There's only one drabble left now. So close to being finished. I feel an accomplishment coming on.

Enjoy~

"Be her best friend, tell the truth

Overuse I love you

Go to work, do your best

Don't outsmart your common sense

Never let your prayin' knees get lazy"