A/N: So, I'm happy. And nervous. I'm turning 16 tomorrow, so that'll be fun. Phatomgal01 and I have been datin for a month and two weeks now, and it has easily been the best month and two weeks of my entire life, no joke. But yeah, nervous. 16 is quite a big, er, landmark in life, personally. I never pictured myself being where I am right now, but I can't have possibly received anything better. Especially you guys, my readers. Y'all are awesome. Y'all inspire me to keep writing. Hell, one of my friends is what started this whole account. You guys are really important to me, like, probably more important than you think you guys are. Thank you for everything. Especially my girlfriend. She really helps me. I love you, baby.

(And yes, I know, I can't seem to let this story go. No idea why. This chapter just suddenly came to me a few days ago, and I think Frank deserves it.)

Percy's POV

His hands tightly gripped the wheel, taking in deep, slow breaths. He was trying to make himself prepared for what was to come.

"Love?" said Annabeth next to him, no doubt noticing his white knuckles on the wheel. She probably understood what he was feeling, seeing as she had paced the entire apartment in her beautiful black dress while Percy slowly buttoned up his shirt and tied his tie.

"Yeah?" he said a deep, croaky voice that wasn't his own. He glanced at Annabeth and saw her eyes shine with concern. Damn it, busted. He managed to construct a small smile on his face, his facial muscles straining as though he had forgotten how to smile, and looked over at her. He cleared his throat before assuring her, "I promise, babe, I'm fine."

"Are you sure, love? We don't have to do this if you don't—"

He shook his head, and she stopped midsentence. "No," he said in that same deep, croaky voice. "We owe to Hazel. Hell, we—" His voice faltered midsentence, his throat closing due to the grief.

"We owe it to him, babe. You know we do," he whispered breathlessly, looking into her grey eyes intensely. "We owe him."

She nodded and grabbed his hand and squeezed it gently, small tears slowly streaking down her cheek. Percy dried them with his index finger and kissed her forehead gently, leaving a tiny, shiny circle right in the middle of her forehead. It brought a smile to his face.

They unbuckled themselves and he opened his door and slid out, fidgeting with his tie to make sure it was straight and crisp looking. He walked around the front of the car to her door, which he opened widely. She stepped out and immediately grabbed his hand, and the next second, their fingers were laced together. He smiled wider.

She rose a bit to kiss his cheek and smiled lovingly up at him. "Ready, love?"

He nodded and took a deep breath to settle his nerves. "Let's go."

"Frank Zhang was a good man," said the priest. "He was a good agent, a good friend, a good grandson, and a good son. And he left us all too soon." The priest sighed deeply, even looking sad for a man he had never known.

"And his mother has asked for an equally good man to speak for him at this ceremony. Would Perseus Jackson please come up, to say a few words?" he asked, scanning the crowd for Percy. He stiffened in his seat and squeezed Annabeth's hand for her thoughts. She squeezed it back, and he glanced over at her. She nodded.

He gulped and rose, thanking whoever was up there that he was sitting on the very edge of the row, and not in the middle. He walked up the narrow aisle to the small stage at the front and stood in front of the podium. He tapped the microphone twice to make sure it was still working.

"Um," he said very uncertainly. "I was in no way prepared for this, so don't hate me." The crowd chuckled, and he saw Annabeth giggling quietly in her seat.

"So, uh…Frank." Percy sighed, and ran quite a shaky hand through his hair. "He was…awesome. He really just was. I remember his first day still, when he assigned my partner. He was quite literally shaking on his way in, and I think he even tripped once or twice." The crowd chuckled again, but this time his eyes found Hazel, crying and smiling sadly. He waved at her and she waved back at him, and motioned for him to continue.

"But, on a more serious note," he said, his tone turning very serious now, "he was a good friend. He was an amazing friend, better than anyone could ask for. He was loyal, he was trustworthy, he was kind, he was strong, he was…well, he was Frank, I guess. I'll never have another friend like him, ever. But he was a good agent too, a good partner."

"He was loyal on the field. He was always a partner in every way, an amazing partner. Half the reason I quit was the fact that—" Percy choked up again, but cleared his throat and tried to finish.

"Was that he'll never be by my side in the field again." He looked at Hazel again, and saw she was silently crying in her seat. She simply nodded. Percy smiled, and, as he walked back down the narrow aisle back to his love, started to silently crying himself. Annabeth curled into him as soon as he sat down, and kissed his cheek. He kissed her forehead again and wiped his eyes clear of the tears. He didn't hear a single word for the rest of the service, but he didn't care.

He was content with his words to Frank. At least he didn't have to say goodbye.