A story. A very short, one-shot story. A bunch of little vignettes that would be in the PJatO books. They aren't very detailed, because I'm assuming you've read all the books.

Based off of the song "I can get back up now" by You, Me, and Everyone We Know.

Percy's POV. Not AU.

TLT:

There was a time when I thought that I would never be this close with anyone.

Grover was my best friend at the start of this year. He helped me with classes, listened to me, and actually treated me like I was normal. Of course, that was before I found out he was a satyr, but that's beside the point. Just because I'm a demigod doesn't make him any less of my best friend.

And there was my mom. I love my mom. No one could ever replace her. She was always there, over the years. Every time I'd get kicked out of a school, she'd be waiting with a batch of blue chocolate chip cookies and a warm hug.

And then Annabeth came along, with her princess hair and grey owl eyes, and something snapped. I don't know what it was, but Annabeth really made an impression.

TLT:

Another lesson in the harshest words, I was abused at 10, out in the hot pacific sun.

Annabeth always tried to outshine me. Well, maybe she didn't have to try. She outshines everyone.

One morning, around 9 or so, we were having one of our ancient Greek lessons by the canoe lake. I'd said something wrong, like insanely wrong, and Annabeth laughed at me.

"Your head is full of kelp, Seaweed Brain," she scolded. "That does not say 'My grandmother eats catfish.'"

I narrowed my eyes.

"You're abusive," I said.

"Am not!"

"With words you are."

TSoM:

There was a time I came to your side, it was 3 AM, and you were begging me to die.

Annabeth wanted to hear the Sirens. I thought that was crazy, but she insisted that they would make her wiser.

So I tied her to the mast of the boat, plugged up my ears so I could steer the boat without being tempted to throw myself overboard, and turned my back on her.

After a few minutes, she cut herself free and took a dive, but before that, I'd taken a chance and looked over my shoulder at her.

She'd heard the music and was pleading with me to let her go. She was calling me a monster and tears were streaming down her face. It was really hard not to let her go. I almost untied the ropes when I saw her tell me "If you're not going to cut me free, then let me die."

But I restrained. And then we got into a huge mess, like we always do.

TSoM:

Another year was all it took for you to forget the best friend-

She wanted to believe that Luke was still good. But I knew better. Luke was evil. He had been for a while.

Annabeth just seemed to forget that Luke tried to kill her best friend. *Ahem,* me. Twice.

TLO:

- that always carried you.

'Next to me, Annabeth's knees buckled. I caught her, but she cried out in pain, and I realized I'd grabbed her broken arm.

"Oh gods," I said. "Annabeth, I'm sorry."
"It's alright," she said as the passed out in my arms.
"She needs help!" I yelled.'

Pg 341, The Last Olympian

TLO:

So why are you still saying I'm not, when I already am? You keep on kicking me down (you keep on kicking me down).

"You aren't going to win, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth told me one summer when we were playing capture the flag.

"But I already am," I replied. I lunged with my sword but Annabeth dodged it and kicked me in the chest. I fell back- hard.

TLO:

Ain't it a shame to be so young and insane?

Ah, the life of a young demigod. Always fighting for your lives, never getting to be a normal kid. Always at camp training and putting curses/playing pranks on each other. The monsters, the war, Kronos, the deaths…

I don't think any of us would trade it for the world.

Are we insane, or what?

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