Promtp: Annabeth's reaction to Percy holding up the sky for her.

Percy was holding the sky.

I probably shouldn't be one to praise, I've held the sky myself not long ago. But still, he had something different while doing it.

I'm not even sure he was thinking at all, it happened all so fast I couldn't focus on anything. But he tried to fight Atlas.

And as if being a titan wasn't enough, Percy's sword failed him. I didn't how or why, but he just didn't seem able to raise the blade he so gracefully learned to manage.

So he turned to Lady Artemis, kneeled on the floor – and I know his eyes stood on me a second more than in anything else on the way -, and asked to hold the sky.

Like it was nothing.

And she tried to talk out of it – because it's crazy. She is a goddess and it was very clear that she was barely holding up, what chances did he have? I still don't know how I did it. I don't think I'll ever forget the feeling of it on my shoulders.

But he kept that determined look – stupid, stupid Seaweed Brain – and said that if I could he could too.As if he was stronger. Which, unfortunately, I have to believe he was.

Lady Artemis insisted, but Percy was stubborn and didn't back out.

"I'll die anyway."

He wouldn't die. He couldn't. But he seemed so sure that he had no other choice that I thought maybe he would be able to even stand while holding the weight.

But he was still a human, and when he kneeled by the goddess side, his face flinched. And when she got up, he looked like he was going to pass out.

But he didn't. He got that determined expression that always managed to send chills through my arms, and kept it strong.

And then he looked at me. It wasn't more that a second, but I saw it. I felt it.

Percy was there because of me. He's always been different towards the gods than most of the demigods. Sure, Artemis being abducted is a bad thing, and the way Percy is he probably would help, but not like that. It looked like he had no choice – like not going there to save us was not an option.

And he may not be the smartest of guys, but he knows when a battle is lost and he can't have that. Holding the sky is the only way to free us – to free me – and so he does it. Just like he crossed the country to find me, he is now holding the sky for it.

He may not have taken the weight of my shoulders – not literally, anyway – but he did it for me.

And I believe that was the first moment I looked at him and knew, with no doubts, that boy would save the world.

Because he would save me.

A/N: Well, hello. This is also a prompt I received some time ago (yeah, I have a lot of those prompts from a long time ago, I'm a very bad author) and today I decided I needed to write cause the person who asked is really sweet and really deserved. Honestly, it isn't my best piece of work, but I hope you guys like it. Not a native english speaker, so, you already know that, any mistakes, just me know.