WADDUP PEEPS?! This is a Pipercy-centric story as well as a Percy-is-in-Alaska fic. Pairings: Pipercy(duh), Jeyna, Solangelo, Frazel, and Caleo.

Percy always knew his fatal flaw was loyalty. It kept him from letting others go to do their own thing. It was called "loyalty", but it was more like "overprotective". Still, before Annabeth left on a quest, Percy couldn't help but feel like he had to go. But he wasn't meant to. The quest seemed to last forever, which was normal. Percy worried about his girlfriend, but went about his normal routine. Weeks passed, typically with Iris-messages flowing. Iris must have gotten a workout. Then, she didn't contact him for three days. Three days passed into five which flowed into a week.

A lookout conch sounded, which sent Percy sprinting for the Hill. The quest had returned. They would be back together and it would be good. Along with many other campers, he eagerly awaited the joyous mood was instantly knocked down when the crowd gathered around a single camper, Carrie, daughter of Apollo.

Her clothes were torn and bloody. Her bow was nearly broken and her quiver was empty. She struggled to stand straight. Percy helped her into a sitting position while Katie Gardner took off her backpack.

"Carrie, what happened?" Percy asked. Carrie sobbed for breath and began in a shaky voice.

"On our way back, we… we were attacked. Hydras. Not like any we've fought before." Percy frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"Smaller, but faster Hydras," she said. "Fire breathing. Limited flight. We didn't know what to do." Campers began shouting questions and generally causing chaos, voicing speculation on these new monsters. Percy's unease grew. Annabeth should have gotten out of there…

"Percy?" Katie said. Everyone went quiet. Katie was holding a white object. Percy grabbed it. It was the hilt of Annabeth's drakon bone sword, the blade snapped off. He blinked. Annabeth…

Five days passed. Percy spent all that time locked in the Poseidon cabin, emerging only during mealtimes and at night. Everyone steered clear of him at night. The first time it happened, the harpies had attacked him and were all killed. He hid in the arena, slashing through dummies. A few times he climbed the wall, even though it wasn't active. Tonight, Percy was more sad than mad. He should have been there. It should have been him. Annabeth didn't deserve it. There wasn't even a body. It had been incinerated by the fire. The only thing that remained was her necklace and a single strand of hair. Percy kept those locked in a box, which he had brought with him to the top of the wall. Opening the box, he ran his finger along the beads of her necklace. Untying it, he strung the beads onto his, except the coral he had given her. As for her hair, he placed it in an abalone locket Tyson had made a long time ago. Percy slipped the necklace on. He sighed. It was nice up here. The clinking of rocks made him jump up, Riptide already in sword mode. A figure put its hands up.

"Who are you?" Percy asked, voice steely cold and level.

"It's me, Fishsticks." The figure said softly. Percy recognized the voice. He lowered his sword.

"Hey, Pipes," he said and sat back down. Piper sat next to him and rubbed her hand on his back.

"I'm sorry Percy," she said, sympathy in her voice. "Neither of you deserved it. I can sort of relate, what with Leo's death and all, but-

"He came back. She's not." Percy muttered. Against his will, his voice hitched. Piper scooted closer and hugged the son of Poseidon.

"It'll be okay, Percy. We're here for you."

As two years passed, Percy seemed to slowly get over it. He commissioned Malcolm and the Athena cabin to build a monument in Annabeth's honor. During that time, he got closer to some other campers, namely Piper and Leo. All three had a kindred spirit, what with recklessness, small rebellion, and bad jokes. Though Leo took the prize for bad jokes.

Percy helped them get better at swordplay and combat. Leo preferred to use his warhammers and Piper wielded the Boread sword, which she named Icicle, along with Katoptris. Piper was the better of the two. Leo simply blasted with fire whenever the situation got dicey.

Leo coached them through building and engineering. He taught them to assemble small machines and mechanics. Percy once built a steam powered plate washer, saving the entire camp from kitchen patrol. Piper built a magical mirror that would flash red if an appearance seemed tacky or green if the appearance was good. The two boys insisted on making it red and then going about their day.

Piper took the liberty of helping them organize their clothes. She abandoned the project after Percy found an old, moldy pair of boxers stashed under his bed and Leo accidentally burned half his to ash. They did get some new clothes, so it wasn't a total bust.

Then, three years after Annabeth's death, Percy vanished. His cabin was all cleaned up, everything gone. No signs of kidnapping or abduction. No signs of fighting. It was as if he simply left. Grover attempted to contact him through the empathy link, but Percy had cut if off. The only clue was a paper on his neatly made bed.

N -PJ

For weeks, the camp tried to decipher the clue. Finally, someone suggested the N stood for "North".

Search parties were dispatched north. They went in every northern direction. Someone latched onto the idea that he had actually gone south, in an attempt to throw them off his trail. Satyrs and demigods went everywhere. Camp Jupiter assisted in the search, along with the Hunter and Amazons.

He was never found.

The remaining demigods of the Prophecy gathered to figure out where he had gone. Nothing made sense.

Percy Jackson was gone, seemingly for good.

Now before you send an assassin after me for killing off Annabeth, let me just say it's because fuck you, I'm the author. If you're here from Green Eye Newbie, that story will still be continuing. I'm gonna be focusing on that more than this until I finish it. But yeah, review please! -RFA