So here's that spin off I promised you. And if you haven't read We'll figure this out part 2 Annabeth and you want more back ground, like how it got to this point please read that story. This first chapter will be sad, so you might want some tissues and a blanket to snuggle up in. If you aren't easily affected by reading than challenge accepted! Just kidding! Maybe... Anyway if you feel that the rating needs to go up please tell me.

Disclaimer, I do not own Percy Jackson, all rights belong to Rick Riordan, not me...

Percy had his eyes closed, waiting for his inevitable demise. BANG! Nothing happened. He listened as something heavy landed on the floor. What would he see when he opened his eyes? His shoulder burned white hot from the bullet embedded into it and his nose felt like it was swollen to the size of a soft-ball.

Bravely, he dared to open his eyes. His step-father no longer towered over him. The putrid man was now lying on the ground, dead. With a cry of shock Percy scrambled away, partly because of the body, but mostly because of the wall of water that had shielded him from the gun. It was impossible, but there it was. A three inch thick wall of water, the bullet must have bounced off of it.

"Oh God, Oh God." He muttered as he tried to crawl away.

The pain in his shoulder was forgotten. He was hallucinating, he had to be, it wouldn't be the first time. His trembling hand bumped into his mother's limp out stretched one. He heard the water fall to the floor, but paid no mind to it, even as it began to pool around his feet. An icy sensation coursed through him. He didn't care, he wanted his mom back. He despised Gabe for killing her. For taking everything from both him and his mom, but he couldn't seem to hold onto his anger when looking at his mother.

"Mom." He sobbed. Percy desperately shook her shoulders. "Please, please, come back. I promise I won't complain ever again. I will work hard, bring my grades up to 'A's'. I'll join the swim team like you wanted me to. Please don't leave me...You're all I have."

Her face still remained pale and timeless. Percy knew that his mom never seemed to age, despite the new wrinkles and grey hairs she got with each passing year she never seemed old to him. His body shook with tremendous sorrow and guilt. She had never explained to him why she had married Gabe, but she said it was for him, because she loved him. If it was because she thought he needed a male role model, he knew she could have done way better.

What could Percy have needed so bad that his mother would marry such a troll?

"Percy, your father is Poseidon."

Her words seemed to echo in his head. Maybe hitting her head was making her hallucinate as well. Making her believe that his father didn't just abandon her because he couldn't take responsibility for his own actions. Percy wanted to pretend that maybe she had said 'Percy, your father is poison', but he knew that is not what he had heard or what she was saying. The young teen tried to process everything that had just happened to him.

Percy released his mother's shoulder and crawled to the kitchen cabinets. He pressed his back to them and curled around his knees. Heart wrenching cries escaped him as he let out heaving breaths. He's lost everything. He's lost the only person in the world whose ever loved him. Even with the smell of his step-father's beer on his knees Percy refused to uncoil himself.

How could everything just go away in the blink of an eye?

He couldn't tell you how long he had spent just sobbing his heart out. He wouldn't either. Something within him in that moment was shattered. Percy was sure he'd never be fixed again. His life was over at the measly age of fourteen.

"Percy...please brave one, pick yourself up."

The young teen became still. It couldn't have been her voice, could it? He lifted his head slightly and looked at his mother. She was still lying as she had been when he had last looked at her, but now her face held a deathly sheen. I've really lost it he decided and miserably tucked his head back into his knees.

"Come on little prince, you cannot stay here. You're needed else where. You must get moving." The feminine voice persisted.

Again Percy lifted his head to inspect his mother. He hoped for the impossible, maybe it was his mother speaking to him beyond the grave. Movement in the puddle of water caught his attention. What he saw sent him flailing backwards, smashing his head into the cabinets. It was a woman, she looked like his mom, but something within him told him not to get his hopes up.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"A friend. Your mother will be taken care of, as well as the mortal man." The voice assured him. "You must leave, this is no longer the place for you."

Percy looked back at his mom and suddenly the tatter-tots and chicken tenders from his lunch didn't want to stay down anymore. Nausea swept over him like a wave of hot air. The young teen stumbled as he rushed to the bathroom. His entire stomach content threw it's self into the toilet. Even after he no longer had his lunch, Percy was still dry heaving for what felt like forever.

Finally his body gave into exhaustion. Gingerly, he brought himself to rest next to the toilet and rested his head on some clean towels that his mom hadn't gotten around to putting away. Percy wanted to fall asleep and pretend all he had just been through was just a dream, but the pain in his arm and the blood clotted in his nose reminded him other wise.

"Please young one, you must hurry, they're after you. They can sense you."

The newly found orphan shivered on the floor, "Who's after me?"

Frankly, he didn't care what happened to him from then on. His mom was gone. His best friend was his English teacher Mr. Blofis. His home has become a murder scene. Percy couldn't see his life going anywhere from here. Knowing his luck, the cops will assume he was the one who killed Gabe and...his mom. A new round of tears fell down his abused face. He just wanted this nightmare to end.

"They will take your life without a moments hesitation," The woman's voice told him. "Please Perseus, get up."

Percy calmed himself, "How do you know my real first name? I've never told anyone it."

"If I tell you do you promise you will leave?" Percy nodded. The voice sighed, "We all know your true identity child, us who live under your father's reign. We've been watching you ever since you were born. It has been so long since a half-blood of the sea has been sired."

Slowly Percy began bringing himself from the bathroom floor. Half-blood? He wondered what that meant. Closing his eyes he thought back to Mr. Brunner's lectures in his classes all those years ago. A half-blood was a child of a mortal and...a god. So, his mom wasn't crazy?

"Brave one, your promise!" The voice chided. "You must leave, find Chiron. He'll be able to protect you, train you, turn you into the hero you're meant to be."

Me? A hero? Now I've really lost it. Percy scoffed to himself, but didn't let his doubts stop him from fulfilling his promise. He brought himself to his feet and carefully made his way to his bed room. The teen really didn't want to see the bodies anymore, but he had to step around them to get to his room. Once he managed to reach his room, Percy began to pack an old traveling bag with clothing, money he found around his room and some he swiped from Gabe's pocket, junk-food, and a tooth-brush.

Just as he was about to leave an old picture of him and his mom caught his eye. He set the bag down by the door and walked to the small frame. It was of him and his mom before she had married Gabe. The last time they ever went to Montauk (they almost went when he was twelve, but Gabe told them to forget it). His hair was a wild mess, his green eyes large and innocent, and his cheeks rosy with life. His mom was smiling just as brightly, looking as beautiful as ever. They were both awkwardly placed into the picture's frame because he had insisted that she let him take the picture, his arm was so short that they both had to scrunch together cheek to cheek to fit into it.

More tears trailed down his raw face. Numbly, Percy picked up the frame and put it into his bag. He knew he couldn't take all of the keep-sake's they had, but this picture represented the last time he and his mom were truly happy. After resisting the urge to look back, Percy grabbed his bag and began to walk bravely out of the apartment. He knew that he no longer belonged there, if he ever did in the first place.

Where would he go now?

Percy finally reached the steps which led to the outside. A path he took every day now seemed incredibly daunting. He took a deep breath in through his mouth and slowly released it as he took his first step out of the apartment complex. The sunset was already beginning, he knew that he didn't have long to find out his next step. He looked in both directions of the side walk. Maybe he should have asked the water lady if she could give him a map or a G.P.S unit or something? He had to find a guy named Chiron...

"Percy?" A familiar voice startled him out of his thoughts.

He found the owner of the voice to his right. It was Mr. Blofis. Percy wondered what his teacher was doing in this part of town. The teacher looked as if he should have been on television instead of taking care of a bunch of High school kids. Paul Blofis was the type of guy Percy felt his mom should have been with, at least Paul would have treated her with the respect that she deserved.

In truth Mr. Blofis had been coming to Percy's house every so often, like once or twice a week when Gabe wasn't around. Paul was giving Percy's mom 'secrete' lessons, the English teacher would help her in her endeavor of becoming an author. Percy knew there was something more between the two, which was why he readily agreed to keep their meetings a secrete. Now, however, his mom wouldn't become a famous writer or marry Paul, she was gone.

"Hey Paul." Percy bowed his head hoping to hide his bruised nose, but he had been too slow.

"What happened?" Paul demanded as he lifted Percy's chin for a better look at the damaged nose. As neat as it was to have a father figure who actually cared about him, Percy was sometimes impatient when Paul played mother hen. "Did Gabe...Percy's what's going on? Are you running away? You know that would devastate your mom."

Percy's eyes teared up at the mention of his mom, "Paul...my mom...Gabe...he..."

"What?" Suddenly Paul's eyes found the hole in the shoulder of Percy's shirt. He was quick, he turned Percy so he could get a better look at the hole where the built embedded it's self into. "Oh God."

"She's gone Paul...he...he..." Percy paused as he tried to remain calm. "They're both dead."

Paul's face paled, "Let's call the Police and I'll drive you to the hospital."

Painfully the teen tugged away from his teacher's grip. Percy felt as if he were trapped. He didn't know what he should do. He needed time alone to think, but he really didn't know how much blood he had lost. Maybe it was the adrenalin that was keeping him going.

"Percy, we don't know how much blood you've lost." The English teacher tried to reason. "You need help."

"I...I...I just need to get out of here." Percy told him. "I...I can't think. I need to be alone."

Without another word Percy tightened his grip onto his bag and began sprinting as fast as he could down the street. Paul's pleas for him to come back faintly reached his ears, but Percy didn't listen. He just kept on running.

Hello this was the first chapter hope you enjoyed. Don't worry there'll be more! I will try my best to post often. Also I know this chapter was really sad and if you think my rating should go up please tell me. Also REVIEW

Also if you are wondering why the water didn't heal Percy completely as soon as it touched him, it's because he doesn't completely accept who he is yet.