I do not own nor claim to own the Percy Jackson Characters! Rights go to Rick Riordan. I only own my characters and my storyline!

Disclaimer: Contains Abusive Relationships

"Annabeth?" Percy called once more, his eyes brows furrowed in concern. "What's wrong, Wise Girl? Are you okay?"

The blonde woman finally turned around, her grey eyes searing with rage directed at Percy. He took a step backwards in surprise.

"Annie? What happened?" He rushed towards her, until he was right in front of her. He lifted her head to look at him, his ses green eyes full of worry.

"It's your fault." Annabeth's voice cracked as she glared at Percy. Her eyes were red, like she had just been crying. Percy's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "My fault..?" He asked, concerned. "What did I do? I swear I'll do all I can to fix it I-!"

"Shut up." Annabeth trembled, and Percy was left with his mouth half open as she interrupted him. "Annabeth?" Percy's voice was small and quiet. They stared into each other's eyes for a moment, before in a swift motion, Annabeth pummeled into her boyfriend's stomach. Percy grunted, his eyes wide as he flew back, hitting the wall behind him.

His eyes pricked with moisture, his mouth agape. "Annie what-?" He began, before getting interrupted again with Annabeth's attacks.

He just sat there. As the woman he had loved ever since they were 12, as the woman he had fallen into Tartarus for, as the woman who he had turned down godhood for beat him, he just sat there, coughing up blood, tears sprouting from his eyes, with a half smile on his face. He loved her—he loved her more than life itself! She was his entire world. So, if this made her happy, then he would endure a little pain.

Percy smiled a little wider while Annabeth beat his body black and blue.