PJO/HOO One Shots

Half A Heart

Annabeth groaned lightly when her alarm clock when off.

"Percy, can you..." she started, then faltered. A sense of panic filled her as she reached to the other side of the bed, searching for another body and finding nothing.

Annabeth sat up, clutching her head. The events of last night came rushing back to her. There was a fight, and it was heated and angry and— oh gods. Annabeth swallowed a lump in her throat as a memory came floating back to her.

"Yeah, well maybe this is a mistake!" Annabeth screamed, her face flushed red with effort.

"What are you saying Annabeth?"

Annabeth snarled, "I'm saying if this relationship is too much for you then it's over."

Percy's face showed a flicker of hurt, then hardened back into stone. "Okay then. You're right, this was a mistake."

The door slammed shut with a resounding thud.

"Oh god," Annabeth muttered, rocking back and forth with her eyes squeezed shut. "Oh god, oh god, what have I done?"
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It'd been two days since the breakup, and Percy was hopelessly wandering the food aisle in search of some comfort chips. He could barely remember what he and Annabeth had fought about, but he had a feeling ice cream wouldn't be enough to make it up to her this time.

Percy found himself unconsciously drifting towards the ice cream section and staring for way too long at Annabeth's favorite flavor: mint chocolate chip. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Percy saw his reflection and registered that he looked like absolute shit. His eyes were bloodshot and his hair was unkempt, as though he'd just rolled out of bed after hibernating for a million years— which really wasn't all that false. Every breath felt a stab in the chest, like Annabeth had actually taken half of his heart with her and his body couldn't function properly.

Out of the corner of his eye, Percy saw a black head coming towards him.

"Sorry," Percy mumbled, moving out of their way as they reached past him to grab a tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream. Belatedly, Percy realized he knew this person.

"Thalia!" came his strangled cry.

She stiffened, then turned around with a murderous look on her face. "What do you want Percy?"

Ouch. The fact that she wasn't addressing him as Kelp Face hurt Percy more than she'd like to admit.

Percy struggled to find words. Finally, he managed, "How is she?"

Thalia's face pinched up. "Why should I tell you asshole?"

Percy felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. "Please, Thals just... please."

Thalia let her gaze sweep over him, taking in his disheveled appearance. Sighing, she rolled her eyes and walked towards him, her expression softening.

"It's not good," she said, her voice low, like she was sharing a secret. "She's been sleeping with your sweater— and why am I even telling you this— she really misses you."

Percy deflated. He was such an idiot, walking out on her like that.

"I guess I really am an asshole, huh," Percy whispered humorlessly.

Thalia hesitantly grabbed his hand. Her electric blue eyes pierced into his own. "You're an asshole who can fix this."

Then she walked away. Percy sighed, grabbing a tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream and resuming his path to the chips. "Problem is, I don't think she wants me to."
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Annabeth was walking on the streets when it happened. She was on her way back from work, walking home from the subway, when she violently collided with someone as a result of her not paying attention. She'd been doing that a lot recently.