This is just a cute AU of Percabeth. Fun fact, I wrote this in class when I was bored quite awhile ago, and I found this when I was going though some of my stories and decided that this was good enough to upload.

Also enjoy my One Direction allusions ;p. Love you guys enjoy!

I'm on the court driving to the goal about to score the winning point. Then out of no where someone rams into me and I feel an electric pain in my ankle. There are black spots in my eyes and next thing I know a group of people are surrounding me, what happened?

"Percy, dude you okay." I couldn't see who was talking but I could hear, that's a plus right?

"Dude his bone is sticking out I don't think he is okay." This was Calhoon, I would recognize his squeaky weasel voice if I was deaf; a contradiction maybe but still if you could hear that voice you would understand. The worst part about all of it is that his personality is worse than his voice.

Louis speaks up anger in his voice, must be bad if you can make a puppy like him mad, "Well it's your fault so you carry him weasel."

Of course it was the weasels fault, everything is always the weasels fault, "I can't. I don't have the arm strength for that." You can't win with a weasel, you know.

"Well, can Harry?" Harry he looks like a movie star, maybe like he is in a boy band, but poor thing can't do a thing. He reminds me of a homeless rice farmer in the most affectionate way possible.

"Um I can't I'm to pretty for that." he says that but he is probably the kindest soul ever, also if I remember right his arm is broken. Even with both arms, he isn't very reliable considering he's dropped his tray of food on Chiron's head more than once.

I can see better now, at some point it looks like they dragged me over to the bleachers. I can see the anger in Louis's eyes, "Well I can't do it, my arm is gone."

Oh, right. I remember that night quite well, what with all the fire and screams and curses (and Harry and Niall's sudden lack of clothes as they ran bare through the woods chasing Germany). That was such an eventful day – definitely one I'll never, ever forget. But the point is his arm was torn off somehow between the drunken hunt for Germany and the Fire Nation attack.

"Well dang how are we going to carry him?" I heard this voice but I didn't see who said it. Surely I can just walk by myself.

I start to get up, but as soon as I get my footing my knees fall out from under me, and I'm on the floor again with the black spots back in my eyes.

"Look, your bone is sticking out, and like – you've got to fix that. We've got to fix that. Somebody call 911!" This was the coach, our coach was a girl, but she was the toughest piece on the chest board.

"Wow what do a slip of a group, can't even carry your friend to nurses office to get that patched up." A blonde girl with a Yankee's ball cap was approaching, she is beautiful.

"What like you can carry her." Before Louis could even finish she was already carrying me out the door.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what are you doing you can just take off with one of my boys like that." Coach always looking out for you.

"Doesn't look like any of you are doing a thing." She was right none of them were doing a thing, and I felt really safe with her. Despite her petite size she was carrying me like I was a paper weight, and I kind of enjoyed it, not having to be the one everyone is relying on. Being able to lean on someone is nice.

Besides, her hands are warm and her fingers make my skin tingle, and that little bit takes away the pain somewhat, and she is more than just my savior at the moment.

We walk in silence and I can't work up the nerve to say anything, so I decided to focus on the bobbing of the world. It's that time of day when it's just dark enough that the shadows are deepening the green of the leaves and the world is starting to glow in a pure darkness.

"It's pretty this time of day... huh?" The girl said.

I'm so caught off guard, that I don't know what to do, "Uh yeah real nice especially with my bone sticking out." She starts to, get this, laugh, laugh at my bone sticking out of my skin. "What's so funny about a bone sticking out my skin."

"Oh well I laughing because," she can't even continue because she is laughing so hard, we have to pause where we are. I really don't understand what so funny a bone protruding out of my skin. After she manages to breathe a little she gets out, "have you even looked at your ankle?"

Why would she ask that of course I had looked at my leg, wait between all the black spots and trying to figure out what was happening had I? Well I mean I guess I better look just in-case.

I slowly lower my head toward my feet eyes closed. I open one eye, and wait for everything to come into focus, and nothing no blood, no bone, just an oddly swollen ankle. "Whoa what the heck I though my bone was through my leg I thought I was dying."

Those creeps. Did they think making me panic was funny? I hope their dream of boy band fame crumbles, and if not they owe me money. I've already placed my bet, and it's too late to take it back now.

"Yep, you're fine just a sprain those are some friends you have." she says, what a calm and collective goddess. I wonder what her name is.

Should I ask? Or is that too much too quick? I mean, she is my savior, and I think I deserve to know her name. Or not. Is it acceptable to do that? Too bad I gave my last quarter to Niall or I'd flip a coin. Sigh.

For my answer I feel for the pen in my pocket. The pen is like the wind in the way that I don't know where it came from, per say, and it tends to help me more than not, similar to how the wind aids sailors in finding their way home. This pen is warm to the touch homey almost, but only so when something is right.

When I feel the pen, it's warm, I already knew it was I could feel it through my pants, but feeling the touch with my hands knowing for sure that's warm lets me know this is right. Lets me know to move forward with this feeling.

"So um what's your name." I said.

She looked surprised, then she smiled, "Annabeth, and by the way you drooled when you passed out."

My neck prickles with embarrassment and I flush ten shades of red. If she notices she pretends not to. And that, I think, that means something more to me than calling me out on my stupidity ever will.

"Um cute name." I'm manage to stutter out. I'm so dumbfounded I don't know what do with such a strong beautiful girl.

"Well we're at the nurses I have to go to jujitsu class, see you later maybe." I don't whether to be afraid because she is in jujitsu, or to be happy cause she wants to see me again.

I let my instincts take over, "Yeah I know this great Italian Cafe by the ocean meet back on the court at four?"

She stares at me for minute and for a second I think I may get rejected, thankfully she speaks up, "How about five." She smiles then winks at me.

I'm feeling something deep inside, hotter than a jet stream burning up, but I somehow restrain enough of my sanity to flash her a smile that has more than one meaning. Somehow keeping my cool I say, "Yeah that works."

After that she leaves with a smile, and I'm watching her so intently that the nurse makes me jump when she ask, "How can I help you?"