Percy had been looking for a pen in Annabeth's backpack. That was it. They were in his room at his mom and Paul's apartment, and Percy was bored, and Riptide was useless as a real pen, so he was searching for one in his girlfriend's bag - a satchel full of secrets and gum. Annabeth liked gum.

Honesty, he was only looking for a pen. But he pulled out a pier of carefully folded paper. And his curiosity got the better of him. He made sure Annabeth was busy, and he unfolded it, and began reading.

Dear Percy,

Oh Gods, what am I doing? This is so, so dumb. I'm just going to stop and crumple this thing up and burn it and throw the ashes into the wind.

Okay, no, I can do this. Am I a daughter of Athena or not?

I miss you, Seaweed brain. A lot. Like...a lot more than I can put down in words, and it isn't just because I'm dyslexic.

I feel empty. Cold. Lost. Alone.

You always make things so much more difficult than they have to be, you know that? A simple winter break just couldn't stay simple, could it? You're such an ass.

Sometimes I just think that maybe if I jumped into the ocean and let myself sink down, down, down, you'd appear out of nowhere and save me.

Unfortunately, I know that wouldn't happen and that instead I would die, and imagine how much of a piss off that would be for you if you still remembered me.

I know Jason pretty much has all of his memories back now, but maybe you won't - because Hera hates me and you, so she would totally do that. She's kind of a bitch that way, isn't she?

But for the love of Zeus, Percy, come back. I haven't been functioning without you. I don't eat, I can't sleep anymore, I'm paler than Nico - not that you would know who he is now - and I can barely manage to remember to shower I'm so focused on finding you and building the Argo II.

I made a new friend. Her name is Piper, she's a daughter of Aphrodite. I know what you're thinking. Aphrodite? But she's really cool. Down to earth, and she's fun. She isn't quite Thalia, but that's fine.

Yeah, there were some changes that happened after you...left. New kids showed up with a Roman guy named Jason. He's your counterpart, we think. So hopefully that means you're in the Roman camp. Him, Piper, and Leo.

Leo's a great kid, kind of mega-ADHD, and a lot scrawnier than you, but he's good with machines. Of course, I don't want to be stuck just helping the kid out all the time.

Jason is very Roman. Stoic, dependable, down to business. Hmm, sounds like the perfect boyfriend...I'm just kidding, Percy, don't get your panties in a twist - besides, he and Piper are too cute to even think about breaking up. Like how Rachel describes us, but we're more fun, apparently.

We're a team, you and me. And it isn't just because we're dating, but because of everything. In a fight, we read each other's minds. We finish each others sentences. I have no clue how you'll stay alive without me out there, and vice versa. I feel like I'm missing half my skill, my body - only a fraction of my mind, though. You're a seaweed brain. I'm the brains of our outfit, you're the brawn and magical powers. Well, I'm also somewhat brawny - anyways, I rest my case.

I hope you don't mind, but I think I've stolen about half of your wardrobe - from camp and home. Gods, I sound like an awful stalker girlfriend...but they smell like you, Percy, and it's just so...comforting. Your mom still hasn't changed your sheets, so when I stay there on the occasional weekend I sleep in your bed, and I'm surrounded by your scent, and I know it sounds creepy and horribly overly-attached, but I sleep my best like that.

Chiron says you're fine, you can handle yourself. I know, I know - you're perfectly able to survive. But I am so worried for you, Seaweed Brain. Please, be alive when we come for you. I swear to the gods, if you are dead when I find you, there will be Hades to pay. Hope you like the Fields of Punishment, babe.

Oh my Gods I called you babe...in a letter. Maybe I'll try that on you in person - just kidding. Ew, gross couple names.

I should stop writing. I don't even have anywhere to send this. I guess I'll just keep it in my bag or something.

Be safe, Percy.

I love you, you stupid, directionally-challenged Kelp Face.

Annabeth, aka Wise Girl, aka your girlfriend who just really wants you to come home right now. Please.

Percy read the letter and a huge grin stretched across his face. He looked over at his girlfriend leaning against the headboard of his bed, furiously sketching a blueprint for some temple or another - he really just didn't listen when she tried to explain her plans to him, her eyes got all grey and stormy when she was concentrating. Totally distracting.

"Hey, Wise girl?" He said, moving to sit beside her.

"That's nice, Percy," She mumbled, totally enthralled in her design.

"Annabeth, listen up," He said, poking her in the side.

She flinched and looked over at him through her glasses - an accessory she hated and Percy loved (they were a part of her she never let anyone except him see for extended periods of time, preferring to wear her contacts day in and day out) - raising a calculating eyebrow.

"What?" She asked, her voice clearly demonstrating her current state of 'my temper is on its last thread, Jackson'.

"I found this letter in your bag," Percy started, "And I just wanted to ask...why?" Annabeth held her hand out, and Percy placed it in her palm, letting his fingers brush against hers. She read it over and as she read, Percy watched a blush rise on her face. He smiled, and leaned his head on her shoulder, breathing in the scent of her lemon soap, mingled with the unmistakable smell of something he couldn't name, something that was just so completely Annabeth.

"Oh Gods," Annabeth groaned, putting the letter down, "I didn't think that was still in there." She huffed and looked at Percy.

"I think it's rather good," He shrugged, "I think it's cute." Annabeth flicked him on the forehead and he lifted his head off her shoulder. "Ouch," He muttered, "Jeez, call a girl cute and she flicks you - is this the world we live in today?"

Annabeth regarded him with a dangerous look.

"Aw, don't be mad," Percy pleaded, putting on his puppy-dog face. He pouted at her, hoping she would finally succumb to the charms of his award-winning beg. She raised an eyebrow, and then flicked his forehead again.

Percy scowled and stopped pouting. "Fine," He relented, "I won't call you 'cute' anymore, okay? Just stop flicking me!"

Annabeth kept her composure. "Why were you looking in my bag?" She demanded.

"I was looking for a pen," He answered.

"And when you found this piece of paper, you just picked it up and read it?" She asked incredulously. "Percy, that violates, like, three basic human rights!"

"It so does not!" He argued, "I'm not that dumb."

"Next time you want a pen, just ask, okay?" She said with a huff.

"Okay," He agreed. She returned to her blueprint, Percy watching her pencil fly across the paper with practiced skill. Only seventeen and designing the city of the gods - not half bad.

"Did you miss me that much?" He asked softly. Annabeth sighed, and gently placed her sketch and pencil on the bedside table.

"You were MIA for eight months, Perseus," She stated, "Yeah, I really did 'miss you that much'." She sighed and rubbed her temples. "I didn't know if you remembered me, much less if you were even alive. You could say I was pretty damn worried."

Percy took her hand in his, and intertwined their fingers. He lifted their hands to his mouth and gently pressed his lips to hers. She looked over at him, blushing slightly.

"I missed you too, Annabeth Chase," He murmured against her skin. He lowered their hands, and he tugged her closer to him, and she sat comfortably in his lap. He wrapped his arms around her, and she buried her face in his shoulder. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers twisting softly into his hair. Percy smiled and held her against his body, their body heat mixing and creating a gentle electricity between them.

"I love you," He muttered into her hair, "Babe."

Annabeth pulled her face back and gave him an unimpressed look. "Seriously, Seaweed brain?" She rolled her eyes.

"A guy can't call his girlfriend babe anymore, either?" Percy let out a mock-heavy sigh. "What has happened to this world?"

"Don't make me give you a speech on women's rights and demeaning terms."

"No ma'am." He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, moving them gently, tasting the faint remainders of the hot chocolate they had shared - neither of them having enough money on them for their own earlier on in the day. He pulled back and grinned at her.

"You taste like hot chocolate," They said in unison. Briefly, they both looked shocked, then the young demigods burst into laughter, resting their foreheads on the other's.

"We aren't even finishing each other's sentences anymore," Annabeth laughed, "We're saying the same thing. Oh Gods, this is bad."

"I think it's actually...cute," Percy said with a teasing smile. Annabeth stuck her tongue out at him and tugged none-too-gently on some hair at the nape of his neck.

"Ouch!" He scowled at her. She winked, and connected their lips again, kissing him with a determination that Percy had grown accustomed to - Annabeth did everything with conviction, whether it be designing temples, slaying monsters, or kissing, she always acted with purpose. He loved it.

As his lips parted, Annabeth pulled away. Percy put on a pout.

"I love you, Percy," She said seriously, "I don't care if people think we're too young to know what love is, I don't. But if there's one thing I'm completely sure of right now, it's that I love you."

Percy smiled. "I know." He leaned in to kiss her again, but she leaned away.

"'I know'?" She said incredulously, "After all that, you say, 'I know'?"

Percy quickly realized his mistake and said, "If I had to tell you how much I love you, Annabeth Chase, I'd never get around to kissing you. I love you, and you know I love you, so can I please kiss you now?"

Annabeth rolled her eyes. "You're such a Seaweed brain," She sighed, "Fine."

They met in the middle, their lips molding together, moving with intent, and their bodies mimicking the perfect way their lips fit together.

Like two pieces of a puzzle, Percy and Annabeth fit.

A/N: Ah it feels good to write me some Percabeth. It's been too long. Thanks for reading! I don't own PJO or HoO, Uncle Rick does. A review will be replied to and cherished for all of eternity.

Also, I'm thinking of maybe adding more onshots to this, make this a oneshot compilation. Thoughts? I have quite a few already written up.

Also, I'm on tumblr! My username is breezered, I'm just starting to get my act together and post some stuff up there.

Cheers, and stay beautiful!

-breezered.