A/N: Hey, guys! Firstly, thanks so much for reviewing, favouriting, and following. I wish I could give you all cupcakes, but, sadly, we don't have the technology for that kind of thing yet. :(

Secondly, I'm not really sure about this one-shot - although, when am I super sure about a one-shot? I have another one-shot in the editing/revising process and yet ANOTHER one-shot in the writing stage, so expect updates soon.

This wasn't a prompt, but I thought it was kind of a cute sort of spin-off of "How I Met Your Mother".

PROMPTS APPRECIATED!

Disclaimer: Do not own, do not sue. ;)

"Ow." Annabeth said, sitting up. Her head was fuzzy, but—more importantly—it hurt. Like hell. She couldn't remember what had happened last night, but she was pretty sure she'd gotten drunk at some point, because she was pretty sure what felt like someone repeatedly stabbing her brain, was really just a really bad hangover. Like, really bad.

At least she was in her own bed. She was in her normal pajamas, too. Maybe Piper had dropped her off at home? But she didn't see Piper's signature you-were-hungover-last-night-and-here's-what-happened note by her bedside table, so it seemed that she had gotten home of her own accord. Unless…

Annabeth jumped up and walked into her apartment's tiny living room where, on the couch, a strange man was sleeping. He was kind of cute, with tousled black hair and muscular arms peeking out from a white t-shirt. She inspected him for a moment. He was using her spare Piper-your-sleeping-over-because-I-need-to-talk-to-someone-who-understands-me blanket and he was snoring peacefully.

So, naturally, Annabeth had to wake him.

"Whaaa…" the man began. He stopped abruptly, when he realized he was in someone else's home.

"Who are you?" he asked, his eyes examining her, almost critically. It made Annabeth feel oddly self-conscious, an emotion she hadn't really felt since she had had acne and hair had started growing in her armpits.

His eyes were a beautiful bright green, like a beautiful ocean in paradise. Annabeth just stared at his eyes, until the man cleared his throat in order to get her attention.

"Sorry," Annabeth said, trying to make her voice sound better than she felt, "I'm Annabeth Chase, proud owner of this apartment. Also, I'm pretty sure I'm hungover." Annabeth tried not to sound sarcastic—she really did—but it was no use, she ended up sounding sarcastic anyways.

"Jackson. Percy Jackson. I make it a point to meet people like this, it's very refreshing." The man on the couch said.

"My head hurts too much for anything to be funny. So shut up. Coffee?" Annabeth offered, glad to put a name to the (very handsome!) face.

"Yes, please." Percy said, sinking back onto the couch. He closed his eyes and Annabeth started brewing a pot.

"So. How much, exactly, do you remember from last night?" Annabeth asked, tentatively. She wondered if she even wanted to know what had happened last night. Percy shrugged his shoulders and said, "I was at a friend's party last night. Last thing I remember was feeling tipsy."

"All of yesterday is just kind of a blur—whether that was from being drunk or just really tired," Annabeth said, pouring the coffee into little paper cups. She gave a cup to Percy, who took a sip and immediately spat it out, cursing. Annabeth looked down at her, now stained, rug. Percy gave her a nervous grin and said, "I'd recommend letting it cool first."

PRESENT DAY:

"And that, kids, his how I met your father." Annabeth said, looking adoringly at her half-naked husband, who stumbled out of their bedroom, hair wild, with a confused expression set upon his handsome face.

A/N: This was an AU, obviously, but I think I'll write another non-AU soon. What do you guys think?

xx (and HAVE A GREAT SUMMER!)

StrawberryofLife