Percy blamed Annabeth. Probably because it was all her fault. He was angry in an irrational way, totally done with her crap. Now this was starting to interfere with his life. He'd already suffered through a day of school, and now this just added insult to injury. Percy cursed her in his head as he fumbled with the door to the Jackson's apartment.

What had Annabeth done, you ask? She'd gotten him sick.

Percy stumbled into the kitchen and took a dose of the nasty tasting stuff that his mom told him to take the last time he was sick. He coughed and sputtered, but swallowed the nasty amber liquid. He sat down in the kitchen and mentally battled with himself.

"Get a drink of water," "But it's so far, and I'm going to die if I get up!" He argued.

"It'll make you feel better, water always does." He raised his eyebrows at his own good argument. He stumbled to the sick and grabbed a glass, filled it, and chugged the entire glass, realizing how delicious water tasted. He refilled the glass and shuffled to the living room, where he lounged onto the couch, musing to himself about how he would complain to Annabeth for getting him sick. He shivered, but after a quick glance at the thermostat, which was set at 70 degrees on this freezing winter day in NYC, he grabbed a blanket from under the coffee table. He wrapped it around his head and shoulders and slumped against the armrest, becoming a pathetic Percy-burrito.

He must have fallen asleep, because the next thing he knew, his mother was kneeling next to him on the couch, feeling his forehead with a frown.

"Hey Mom," Percy croaked, groaning at his near-death sounding voice. Every breath felt like it was acid air, like in Tartarus.

Sally smiled and him and stood, putting her hands on her hips. Percy's groggy mind noticed that she was still dressed for work, where she was a writer for the New York Times. Her hair was still in the ponytail thing that Annabeth had shown her how to do. It did a little flippy thing and wrapped around the hair elastic or something like that. He might not have been paying the closest attention to how to do hair. It wasn't really his area.

"I guess I'm making soup!" Sally mused, ruffling Percy's hair as she left the room. At that moment, the front door opened and Annabeth entered the room with her headphones in, her head bobbing to the music and a smile on her face. Sally raised her eyebrows at her son, knowing that he would never ruin her good mood with his complaints.

Percy's anger died in his throat and he smiled weakly at her as she took he boots off, along with her hat, gloves and coat. It had barely reached 20 degrees out today, so her cheeks and nose were pink, but her smile was as bright as ever.

"How was your day, Sally? I love your hair, by the way." Annabeth always greeted Sally first, something about respect and politeness, but Percy was again, not really paying attention. He just loved watching her talk about things that he was passionate about. He loved the way her eyes lit up and went into another world, like she was seeing the world in a totally different light than he did. Percy stayed in his burrito of sadness and waited for her to come talk to him, as he was sure she would.

She walked out of the kitchen and sat down on the couch next to Percy. She smiled and pressed her forehead to his.

"Sucks, doesn't it?" She tried to keep the smile out of her voice, but failed epically. Percy smirked, she was enjoying this.

"You are sooo not making this easy." He complained, smiling crookedly, knowing her answer.

"I am never going to make things easy for you, and I'm definitely not going to kiss you. I am not getting sick again." Percy pouted, but knew he would never do anything to make Annabeth upset. And if not kissing her was going to achieve this, then he would happily suffer through for her.

"Hey, you were the one who got me sick." Percy said, mock-glaring at her.

"Hey, you were the one who insisted that you kiss me." She said with a victorious smile.

"Don't pretend that it wasn't the highlight of your day." He said, throwing in a wink.

Annabeth smiled and pulled him in for a hug that he couldn't reciprocate due to his burrito-ness.

"It definitely was the highlight of my entire week." She whispered in his ear.

"Soup is ready!" Sally called, just as Paul walked into the apartment.

"Who's sick this time?" He groaned, giving Sally a quick kiss on the cheek before walking down the hall to change out of his work clothes.

"Percy's got Annabeth's flu." Sally called down the hall.

Paul reemerged from their room in a t-shirt and sweats, raising an eyebrow. "Wonder how that happened," He said sarcastically, shooting a wink at the two of them on the couch. Annabeth smiled while Percy blushed.

Annabeth got up and pulled Percy to his feet. She smiled and helped him to the table in his blanket.

"Why are you smiling at me like that?" Percy asked his eyes full of suspicion.

"Because you look adorable in that blanket." Annabeth gave him a kiss on the forehead as Sally carried a bowl of soup over to the table and put it infront of Percy. Annabeth grabbed herself a bowl and sat down next to him, her unladylike appetite evident as usual.

They finished their soup put their bowls in the sink. Annabeth held Percy's hand and helped him walk to his bedroom.

"I guess we're not going to have much of a Friday night," Percy said, "I'm sorry. You should go hang out with friends. I'm pretty much going to be out this evening. Probably watch some re-runs. Maybe some Sherlock." Percy smiled sadly.

"Nope. I'm going to hang out with my favorite person tonight. He's a bit sick, but that shouldn't stop us from having a good time. Even Tartarus was tolerable with him. And I'm definitely not going to abandon him after he took such good care of me when I was sick." Annabeth leaned into his side, smiling at him.

"Fine by me," Percy said, flopping down on his bed, pulling her down with him. Annabeth smiled and cuddled into his chest.

Percy sniffled after a few minutes of lying down flat, so Annabeth helped him make a pillow fortress to prop him up, in the process starting an impromptu pillow fight, which Annabeth naturally won.

Annabeth sat between Percy's legs, his arms around her waist.

"Annabeth, why did you have to get me sick?" Percy whined for the fourth time in twenty minutes, after sneezing and coughing for a solid minute.

"You were the one who insisted on kissing me," Annabeth said with a smirk.

"But that's not my fault. You're beautiful and I love you. Thus this is your fault." He said, wrapping his arms tighter around her waist. He could feel the smile on her face due to what he said.

"You may love me, as you know, I love you, but this is still your fault; you kissed me." Percy poked her in the tummy.

"You kissed back." He said, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"Of course I did. It's not your fault that you're handsome. It's no wonder I've totally fallen for you. It's a shame really; I guess you're stuck with me, Seaweed Brain." Annabeth said, turning her head so she was millimeters from his lips.

"Darn, I'm stuck with the most beautiful girl on the planet; I guess I'll have to give her a kiss." He smiled, his eyes pleading with her. She knew this was going to happen. They could never keep their lips, or hands, to themselves. They would have failed preschool. She tipped her chin up to match his, silently giving him the go ahead.

Percy smiled and pressed his lips to hers, honestly not caring if he was sick or not. Her hands moved to the back of his neck, his moving down from her waist to her hips, moving her so she was facing him. She was sitting on his lap, smiling through the kisses because she knew she would get sick. Percy was sure to keep her very close, because he knew, more than anything else that they were supposed to stay together. And so that's what they did. Right up until Sally Jackson walked in on them for the seventh time that week.

A/N: Thanks so much for reading! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I think I'll end this here, because they can only get sick so often. Please Review! I just love talking to people! Muchas Gracias my lovelies. ~M