Annabeth's P.O.V.
I didn't even have to wait in line. I was escorted directly to Elysium. And once there, I ran toward the house I visited last time I was down here.

The house that Percy lived in with all our old friends.

Percy's P.O.V.
I sat outside on the porch, just looking out at the fields of Elysium.

This place is for heroes. I don't belong here.

I'm no hero.

I failed to save my friends.

I failed to save myself.

I lived in fear of my stepfather my whole life.

I killed monster after monster after monster. I was a murderer.

I wasn't a true friend to Bob. And yet he still died to let me and Annabeth escape.

I couldn't protect Damensen either.

I couldn't protect my mom.

And now I can't protect Annabeth or anyone else anymore.

Because I died.

I don't deserve Elysium.

I nearly killed myself when I was younger.

I hurt myself because I believed that I deserved it.

I didn't have friends until sixth grade. And then it as only Grover.

Now that I do have friends, I die and leave them all behind...

Gabe was right.

I'm a piece of shit.

I am worthless.

What good was I?

What good am I now?

I hear footsteps on the porch behind me and someone sits down next to me. They place a hand on my shoulder and reach up with the other to wipe tears that I hadn't noticed fall off my face.

"Percy," the voice was quiet and gentle. It took me a second to place it. "Don't cry."

"Mom, I-I failed everyone. I let everyone down. I let you die, I died and left all my friends on their own. Who's going to take care of them now? Who's going to make sure that none of them have to bear the weight if of the world like I did? That's why I did it. That's why I did anything. So that no one else would have too. Mom, I don't deserve to be here." I turned and sobbed into her shoulder. She snaked her arms around me and help me close, not saying anything for a while.

Then she spoke up.

Sally's P.O.V.
(Well this is new isn't it?)
I was worried about my son. After being down here for months, almost a year, I had fallen into a routine, and had accepted that I was dead. But then one day, Percy showes up on my doorstep. I had started sobbing and he had tears falling down his face too. He grabbed my hand and took me with him back to this house, where he introduced me to all the people there with him, friends of his from Camp, from before the Titan war. Now I live there with him and his friends.

But Percy isn't the same as he was before I died. He's changed. And I don't know what happened.

Now I sat with him out here on the porch as he told me that he thought he had failed, that he thought he didn't deserve to be here, in Elysium, with the damned heroes.

It made me so mad. My baby boy has done so much, given so damn much, and yet he believes that he hasn't done enough, given enough?

I held him in my arms, letting him cry into my shoulder as I gave my anger a chance to calm down. Then I told him, "Percy, baby, you deserve to be here more than anyone. After the wars, Gabe, after everything, you deserve to be here. You haven't failed anyone. It's your turn to rest. It's time to let someone else be the hero because you have done so much already. It's your turn to take a break, to kick back and relax and enjoy some peace and quiet. Baby, oh baby, you had to grow up to fast and you had to learn about the horror of the world too young. You died too young. But you deserve the change to rest, o be at peace. You do deserve to be here, baby."

Percy pulled his face from my shoulder and sniffled, tears still glittering in his eyes. "Mom?" He said.

"Yes, baby?" I answered, wiping a tear from his cheek.

"Thank you."

I smiled.

Annabeth's P.O.V.

I saw the house up ahead. I ran faster, seeing too figures sitting on the porch steps. I grinned, making them out o be Percy and his mom. I yelled in delight. "Percy!" Percy's head whipped around and he gaped at me as I dashed forward. He quickly wiped some tears from his eyes and jumped to his feet, taking off toward me after a moment.

"Annabeth!" He reached me and threw his arms around me, lifting me in the air and twirling me around before setting me on my feet and kissing me so fiercely that my knees shook and my lips tingled and I was bent over backwards.

Percy pulled away and smiled so widely at me- I had thought I wouldn't see that smile again for eighty years. Then his smile turned to a frown. "Wait a second," he pulled away and smacked my arm. "What are you doing down here? What are you doing dead? You're supposed to be living your life and moving on! What happened?" I sighed and shook my head, trying to remember.

Oh yeah.

"Well, Drew Tanaka, you know, the Aphrodite girl, she was the sniper that shot you and she kinda mabe shot me too?" I rubbed the back of my neck, laughing nervously. Percy glowered.

"That bitch- If I wasn't dead-" Percy's hands shook and he held them out in front of him, as if imagining wrapping them around her neck.

"Percy, it's alright." I leaned in and kissed him again.

A/N Word Count: 955

Holy shit! Is this an update!?

It's rather short, but inspiration just hit me and I had to write this. So...

How mad would ya'll be if I just ended it here? I could do one more chapter at some point Annabeth's funeral or something if ya'll wanted. Let me know!

Yours in demigodishness and all that,

Annabeth_Jackson_12 <3