"Annabeth… ANNABETH!" He woke up screaming again. Why does he always wake up screaming? Why does he pretend there's no one named Annabeth? I stay silent and still this time, and I feel him stand up from his side of the bed and walk towards the bathroom. This time, I am going to find out who Annabeth is.

I place the oversized pillow we have under the covers, if he pay any attention, he usually doesn't, he won't notice. And then I slowly creep forward out the bedroom door and down the hall way. As though it knows, tonight is the first night the stairs don't creak. Then, finally, I reach the end of the hall way and pull open the door to the attic.

Dust flies down everywhere and I think I see a spider fall but unlike usual I don't scream for him to come kill it for me. I don't worry about the cob webs in my hair, I push forward into the deepest, darkest part of the attic to where the last of his boxes are. Where he thinks he's hidden them from my view, only I've always known they were there, just never wanted to know what they were. Tonight is different though, tonight I have to know.

"What is this?" I whisper to myself as I pull out the brown envelope, from the top of the box. Slowly I open the envelope and pull out a large stack of papers, think papers, that aren't just papers. I expect anything but pictures. A smiling blonde in with a dagger in an orange shirt, a younger Percy wielding a sword. Seven teenagers, Percy being one of them, posing on the deck of a boat. Another set of four boys only this time one holds fire in his hands, a smile on his face. And then more and more pictures flash by my eyes most with the same blonde girl until I come to the final one. But I see the back first.

Annabeth and Percy, 2011. THIRD ANNIVERSARY, SEAWEED BRAIN!

So I flip the picture over, to see the mystery Annabeth is the same blonde girl in the first picture, the blonde with stormy gray eyes and princess curls and an orange t-shirt that matches Percy's and he looks so happy.

So much happier than he ever does now.

"That was when I was seventeen." I heard from behind me, and I jumped about a foot in the air before turning to find Percy standing behind me.

"I'm sorry I…" I started but Percy sat down next to me and took one of my hands in his own.

"It was a long time ago and she… well she died. And in the end it was my fault" He said and then reached into the box to pull out that orange shirt he was wearing in so many, in fact all of those pictures.

"How?" I whispered looking at the last thing in the box, a pen.

"What they call a freak accident. Except it wasn't an accident." He picked up the pen and almost clicked it before setting it back in the box.

"Who are all these other kids? Friends of yours?" I asked, not quite sure what to say to him. Married four years and I had never heard any of this. And why the hell does he look afraid of that pen?

"Jason, Piper, Frank, Hazel, Leo, Nico, Thalia and a couple others." He said pointing to them in turn. "Those two there are Travis and Connor, the pranksters. And this is Reyna, super workaholic. And then that's Tyson, he's my half-brother, lives with my dad."

"How come I've never met him?"

"He can't visit much, super busy."

"Percy when did all this happen?"

"Seems like a life time ago. All those faces I haven't seen since Annabeth died." He looked down at a full group picture with tears in his eyes.

"So go find them."

"What?" He asked, confused.

"You never look that happy. I love you but you are always going to love her. Go be that happy with your friends again. Take your orange shirt that matched hers and go do whatever the heck that pen is so important for and visit your brother, and then tell me where you want to be. Tell me who you want to be."

"Lily, I…" He responded but I had made up my mind. I had seen the way he smiled in those pictures, the care free way he had slung his arm around Jason's shoulders, the smile on his face as Piper stuck her tongue out at him, the laughter as Travis and Connor dumped what looked like pink paint over Reyna's head.

"I want you to be that happy, even if I can't be there to see it."

"Thank you."

"Just don't you dare forget about me!" I called as he ran towards the door with that pen and that orange shirt.

"Wouldn't dream of it Lils." He clicked the pen one final time and I just barely saw him as he flew down the stairs. But it wasn't him I was seeing, not the Percy Jackson I knew. But a better one, the one Annabeth knew.

So I slowly closed the box and began to stand up.

"What?" I whispered as a small picture, smaller than the rest flew down to the floor.

Me and Percy, the day we met in Paris.

"Go find Annabeth, Perce." I whispered before shoving the picture of Percy and Annabeth in my pocket and letting the one of Percy and I fall to the floor.

A/N:

So I have no clue where the Hades this came from butttt I thought it was pretty good. Haha so this story has almost reached 4000 views and almost 25 reviews all of which were amazing/made me smile/encouraged me to finally make my last butt write this.

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