So... Merry Late Christmas and Happy 2014! Sorry I'm late again. But- but! At least I didn't hold out for almost a year this time, right? So this is your late "Happy Holidays" gift - I hope you like it (which I know you won't. It's pretty bad).

Anyway. This one is boring, but it does have over a thousand words. Not like some of my previous four hundred shorts. Though it's not three or four thousand, it's still better than almost nothing.

One last thing: I have six, no, I have seven other stories I'm in the process of writing. And that's not including my non-fanfics. I made a plan to fit all of them into my schedule, and so updates here will only be, at soonest, once every four weeks. Thanks Guys.

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Percy took Annabeth's hand as they began to leave the Potter house. He was excited to go to the winter festival thing, Hyde Park Winter Wonderland if he was right, but at the same time, he was also just anxious to leave. For some reason he felt really uncomfortable here. Didn't know why, but it was just weird. It set him on edge. Maybe it was the awkward breakfast? He could also see some weird happenings in the wife's—Ginny was her name? Ginny's behavior. She too, he could tell, was anxious as hell. However, the people weren't bad. Especially not the kids. He liked Albus a lot. And James seemed to be a cool guy. He remembered not wanting to get out of bed in the mornings too. Just staying there, tired, half awake, yet still half in the wonderous dream world… when it wasn't infested with nightmares, obviously.

Percy looked at Annabeth as she began to shrug her coat over her shoulders. She too, seemed weird? Everyone was weird. Why was everyone weird? Even he felt weird. He just felt this need, this necessity to be freed from these tendrils strangling him. Like standing in a perfume shop (also known as the Aphrodite cabin) and you can't breathe. You just want to leave as fast as you can, get a breath of cold, fresh air.

It wasn't long before they were in the snowy cold like yesterday was. The world was completely coated with new snow, a new blanket of white, unruined by footprints or car tracks. The couple, hand in hand, travelled down the road towards the end of the neighborhood. They passed the war memorial. However, the man couldn't even see it under the blanket of snow. Couldn't see it…. change?

Annabeth pulled out her phone. He still got the heebie jeebies looking at it. It set him on edge, as if it could still attract monsters. She had rigged it though, along with plenty of other electronics. A couple of years earlier, the Athena kids and the Hephaestus kids all ganged up together to figure how to change the signals emitted from the items. Y'know, to keep there from being a signal to all monsters within twenty miles of them. There was a plan to try to contact all demigods in the electronic business (plenty of executives are demigods) and be able to cause all future phones and computers and things rigged with this new tech. He wasn't sure how it worked, but it was pretty cool.

Annabeth started poking her finger all over the touch screen, navigating her way to find something.

"I'm looking for the number to call a cab. Oh, here's… one…." She clicked on it again. She held the device up to her ear. There was a pause while she waited for the operator on the other end to pick up. Percy looked ahead and continued walking with her. She began to babble on, and he just closed his eyes. There was this peace and… every once in a while, he could still feel like he was home. No, not in that way where, oh, I'm on vacation and I feel like im in my town kind of way, but…. Just in general, sometimes, he could create this illusion? In his head? That he wasn't in Rome, that he wasn't on at adventure, he wasn't in some aquarium making sure the seals were healthy. That he was back in New York, he could smell the familiar air, that he was just eight or so blocks down and a coupla turns from his apartment. Where mom was waiting. Paul too, and maybe a surprise friend there, who just dropped in to say hi. The place that he had grown up….. he looked at the sky.

Damn it.

He was thinking too much. Evaluating everything. This must be why he felt like he too was being weird. He was too up in his head. He never was thinking this much. Now it was like, oh everyone's acting weird, oh the snow is everywhere, covering everything, taking it from view, and oh, wow, the technology- ugh! Overthinking! It was abnormal for him. He just didn't do that all the time. He was usually like, oh lookie that shit, lookie this that and that too! Look at that Funny hippopotamus cloud! Ha! Blah, stupid ADHD whattt. But here, maybe. Maybe something was just England.

He shook his head, and took a breath. He grimaced lightly to the side. Life was stressful. He didn't know if this was all him or…. Ugh.

Annabeth looked at him, having pulled her phone from her ear again, and pushing it back into the pocket with a single index finger. Like a flashback, she looked up at him.

"You okay?"

Percy shook his head. "Yeah, I'm fine. You?"

Annabeth opened her mouth and was about to give an automatic response, like one usually do. But she stopped herself, and made an odd expression. "You know, I—"

A horn blared behind them. It beeped a couple more times.

The two turned to see a cab coming down the road, interrupting them.

Percy lifted his eyebrows. "That was… fast."

She nodded. He looked back at her. All trace of confusion, or of whatever was on her face when she was about to respond to him earlier, it was gone. What—?

The taxi stopped itself right beside of them, its headlights cutting through the snow that was lightly falling. The driver rolled down its window. "You called?'

Annabeth nodded and smiled. "Yeah! Hi. Thanks for coming so quickly!"

He nodded back. "No problem! No problem at all." The accent still threw Percy off a bit, but not as much as their situation. How? Was he just around the—

"I was just around the corner, coincidentally. It was pretty lucky. Hop in, will you? Must be bloody cold out there."

"Yeah thank you!"

Percy quickly stepped forward, grabbing the handle in the habit for his wife. She slid in with a quiet thanks to Percy, who nodded, and jumped in after.

Soon they were all off quickly. On their way to the—what was it? Winter Festival Gardens? For the holidays. Sounded pretty cool.

The cab driver glanced at the two in his mirror. "So, where to?"

Hm. Weird. Just what he was thinking? –

"The Hyde Park Winter Wonderland, thanks!" Annabeth cut in before he could answer.

"Ooh everyone seemes to be there. I mean, if you're not bothered by large crowds.

Percy answered this one. "Oh, ha, no. We're New Yorkers. Big crouds is kind of our thing. Ever been to Times Square on New Years?"

"Seen it on the telly. Seems hideous to me. But have you? Sure you would 'ave."

"Once for me." Annabeth commented.

"Yeah, I've been there like, what, I think seven times in my lifetime?" He glanced at his wife.

It was weird. But they were once again caught in the strings of false normality, and were once again, forgetting to question it.

BAM! Posted. Sorry. It was very very bad. I like the last line though. See ya'all in a couple of weeks or so!

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