No copyright intended I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians because if i did it would suck and nobody would know who Percy even is sooo yea Rick Riordan owns YOU ROCK RR.

Percy POV

Percy Jackson looked out the window of his house on Falls Mountain and couldn't believe what he saw in town down below. He stopped and swore under his breath. How could the situation have gotten so bad so fast? He should have been keeping an eye on it.

But he'd been busy, his mind on work. And it was later than usual when he stopped for lunch and came upstairs.

He could kick his own ass for not paying more attention. It had to be about the wettest day ever in Augusta, Virginia. The rain had been coming down in boatloads since yesterday morning. And Augusta Creek, which ran northwest to southeast through the center of town, had been steadily rising.

Percy had told himself it was no big deal. The creek had huge levees on either side, levees that had held without a break for as long as anyone could remember. He'd never thought that they would ever break. And yet somehow, sections of the levee on the south bank were crumbling. Through the thick, steady veil of rain that streamed down the windows, he watched it happen.

The levee just broke, sending silver torrents of water pouring through more than one break. It was a lot of water and it was rushing fast and furious onto the lower elevation south side of town. And the water wouldn't be stopping on the edge of town, either. South of town lay Augusta Valley, chalk full of small farms and ranches and any number of smaller creeks and streams that would no doubt also be overflowing their banks.

The double J, his family's ranch, was down there in the path of all that water. He dug in his pocket searching for his cell to find that he had no signal. The useless cell still in hand, Percy grabbed his keys and headed out into the downpour.

It was a hell of a ride down the mountain. Half of the way down, the road skirted close to the falls. The roar was deafening, and the pounding silver width of the falling water was twice what he was used to seeing. He made it past without a hitch, but if the rain kept up the road could easily be washed out and he would have a hell of time getting back home.

But right now wasn't that time to worry about coming back. He needed to get down there and do what he could to help. He focused his mind on that, keeping his foot lightly on the brake, giving the steering wheel a real workout, as he dodged around mudslides and uprooted trees, with the rain coming down so thick and fast he could barely see through the windshield. Now and again lightning lit up the gray sky and thunder boomed out, the sound echoing off in the distance, over the valley below.

There were was too many spots where the streams and overflowing ditches had shed their contents across the narrow mountain road. He was lucky to make it through a few of those spots.

Fifteen minutes after sliding in behind the wheel he reached Sawmill Street on the north edge of town. He debated: go right to North Main and see what he could do in town, or go left over the Sawmill Street Bridge, skirt the east side of town and head for the double J.

The rest of his family was hundreds of miles away for the holiday, down in Crater Canyon at a wedding and a family reunion. That made him the only Jackson around. His obligation to the family won out. He turned left and crossed the Sawmill Street Bridge, which was still several feet above the raging water. With a little luck the bridge might hold.

The Double J was southeast of town, so he turned south at Falls Street until he caught sight of the miniature lake that had formed at Commercial and Falls. He saw a couple of swamped vehicles, but they were empty. He turned left again, having been raised here he knew every road in the area like the back of his hand. He used that knowledge now taking only the higher roads avoiding the roads most likely to be flooded working his way steadily to the ranch.

About a mile away from The Double J through the heavy rain he saw another car, a white Toyota Camry crawling on the road

He knew that Camry and he knew who was behind the wheel: Annabeth Chase, the kindergarten teacher. In spite of everything the rain and the flooded road, Percy grinned. Since a certain evening a little more than four years ago, Annabeth had been running away from him and no, he hadn't been chasing her.

He had somewhat of a reputation. People called him a playboy, a player, the Jackson family bad boy. But come on. He had better things to do with his time than go after a woman who wanted nothing to do with him. And since that night four years ago, Annabeth took off like a shot whenever she saw him coming. Percy found her frantic effort to get away from him pretty funny to tell the truth.

His grin faded, she shouldn't be out in this mess. The way she drove so cautious, like some nervous old lady she was likely to misjudge a flooded spot, to get flustered and stomp the brake and end up stopped in the waters that swamped the lower roads.

He knew where she was headed. The turnoff to the Chase Ranch wasn't far past the one to the Double J, but how she was driving he didn't like her chances for getting there in one piece. Percy changed his priorities, skipping the turn to the Double J, staying on her tail.

The rain came down harder if that was possible. He had his windshield wipers on high, beating fast and hard across the windshield, but even on high they could barely keep up with the amount of water coming down.

Lightning flashed, striking an oak up ahead. The Camry in front of him stopped as the oak crashed to the ground, smoke trailing up in a shower of sparks. Thunder boomed across the valley as the Camry started moving again. Every dip in the road held a streaming miniflood. Each time Annabeth drove her little car down into a trough, Percy held his breath, sure she wouldn't make it through the water, but each time she made it. She drove steadily forward at a safe crawl. And each time, the swirling water had to surrender her to the road.

The ball of dread in his gut tightened to a knot when she suddenly hit the gas no doubt because she had finally noticed that he was the guy in the pickup behind her. Instead of taking it slow and steady as she had been, watching the bad spots on the road in front of her, she was all about getting the hell away from him.

"Fuck Annabeth," he muttered under his breath, as if she might actually hear him. "Slow the fuck down." He leaned on the horn to get her to ease off the accelerator and watch the next dip. It looked pretty deep down there. But the honking only seemed to freak her more. She must have floored it, because the car shot forward and took a nosedive into the water rushing across the low spot in the road.

It was bad deeper than he thought, once she leveled out she was up to her side windows in churning brown floodwater and going nowhere. Percy hit the brakes. The pickup came to a stop several feet above the flood. He shoved it into Park, turned off the engine, and kicked down the parking brake and jumped out, hitting the road running. Instantly drenched to the skin, with the rain beating down like it wanted to flatten him, he reached the churning water and waded in.

Her car was already drifting, picked up by the current and, half floating, and pushed toward the lower side of the road. The water was too high to see the danger there, but Percy knew that the bank at that spot dropped off into a ditch. If the car went over the edge, he'd have a hell of a time getting Annabeth out before she drowned.

Annabeth POV

She'd been raised in the valley, too. She knew what waited at the edge of the road. Inside the car, she was working the door latch, trying to get it to open. She shouted something at him and beat on the window.

Percy POV

He kept going toward her, though the water seemed to grab at him, to drag him back. It was like those dreams you have where you have to get somewhere fast and suddenly your legs are made of lead. It seemed to be getting deeper, the pull of the current getting stronger with every passing second.

Half stumbling, half swimming, while Camry slowly rotated away from him as it drifted ever closer to the ditch, Percy bent at the knees and launched himself at the driver's door. He made it he grabbed the door handle and used it to pull his feet under him again.

"You push, I'll pull!" he yelled good and loud.

She just kept pounding on the window, her brown eyes wide with fright. He hollered even louder than before, "Push on the count of three Annabeth!"

She must have heard him, must have finally understood, because she pressed her lips together and nodded, her blonde, pulled back hair coming loose, the soft curls bouncing around her fear white cheek. She put her shoulder into the door.

"One, two, three!" He pulled. She pushed. The door didn't budge.

"Again! One, two, three!" By some miracle the car rotated enough that the current caught the door as he yanked the handle and she threw her shoulder against it. The damn thing came open with such force it knocked him over.

He went under. The door had hit him in the side of the head. Not that hard, but still.

Trying to be a hero? Not the most fun he'd ever had. Somehow, he managed to get his waterlogged boots under him and pushed himself upright, breaking the surface in time to see his hat spinning away on the current and Annabeth flailing, still inside the car as the water poured in on her through the now open driver's door. Awesome.

He went for her diving through the open door, grabbing for her and catching her arm. He heard her scream or her attempt. The water cut off most of her scream. They had to get out and get out now. He pulled on her arm until he'd turned her, faceup, and then he caught her in a headlock. Okay, it might not have been that delicate, nice and it sure wasn't gentle. But with his arm around her neck, at least he could turn and throw himself out the door she grabbed his arm in both her hands, but by then, she seemed to have caught on to what he was trying to do. She wasn't fighting him anymore. She was only holding as tight as he was.

He squirmed around to face the open door. The water shoving him back but at least the rotation of the vehicle kept the door from swinging shut and trapping them inside. He got his free hand on the door frame, knees bent, and he pushed. They got out just as the car went over the bank into the ditch.

The weight of the vehicle going under sucked at them, but Annabeth slipped free of his hold and started swimming. Since she seemed to be making it on her own steam, he concentrated on doing the same.

Side by side, they swam for the place where the road rose up out of the ditch. His boots touched ground. Beside him, she found her footing, too for an instant. Then she staggered and went under. He grabbed her again, hauling her up, getting one arm around her waist. Lightning tore another hole in the sky and thunder boomed as he half carried, half dragged her up and out of the racing water.

She coughed and sputtered, but she kept her feet moving the woman had grit. He had to give her that. He kept hold of her urging her to the high side of the road and up the hill far enough that they were well above the water and reasonably safe.

They collapsed side by side onto the streaming ground as the rain continued to beat down on them, hard and heavy, never ending. She turned over, got up on her hands and knees and started coughing, spitting up water he dragged in one long, hungry breath after another and pounded her back for her, helping her clear her airways so she could breath. When she was finally breathing he fell on the ground and concentrated on catching his own breath

He glanced in the direction of his truck about then. The water had risen a lot a whole lot, it was maybe two feet from his front wheels now. He turned to the waterlogged woman gasping beside him. "Stay here and don't move. I'll be right back."

Swearing he got up and sprinted to his truck once there he got in and moved it to higher ground. He looked around and the water was still rising he got out and looked for Annabeth.

She was gone.

AN: what do you think leave a review thanks :)

Annabeth: i would have gotten out i didn't need his help.

Me: yea sure you would have

Annabeth i know i would have you just suck