Annabeth was sitting on Percy's bed, staring at the pale blue ceiling, lost in her thoughts. She found herself over at Percy's house almost everyday now. In the last month, it had become a habit to take Percy home and stay there, working on homework or sitting on his bed talking. It was like he knew when she needed to blow off steam, or wanted to sit with somebody and not be alone with her thoughts. His house was like an escape - from herself. Something about Percy made Annabeth want to tell him about what had been bothering her so much, but the mental wall she built around her thoughts holds her back. When she thinks about telling him, a little voice in her head says, No. Nobody wants to listen to all your family issues, Annabeth. Stop asking for a pity party. So, like with everything else, she pushed it to the back of her mind and tried to forget about it. Yet, she can't help but wonder when the back of her mind is going to be so full, she just can't ignore everything anymore.

"Hey," Percy said, waving a hand in front of her face. "I lost you there. You sure you're okay?"

"Wha-? Oh yeah, I'm fine." she said sitting up. His bed was much more comfortable than hers was. Plus, his room had a more lived-in feel to it. She had always kept hers neat and organized just for something to do.

He gave her a withering look. "Annabeth, I can tell something is wrong. You don't have to tell me, but I'm here for you if you need to, okay?"

She turned to where he was standing in front of her. "Thanks, but It's nothing. I'm just a bit tired I guess."

"Okay." He glanced down at his book. "Now do you have the answer for number twenty?"

"Yeah, but who says I will give it to you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Pleeeeeeease?" he asked.

She hated when he did this because his puppy dog eyes were the only thing she couldn't say no to.

"I hate you, you know."

"Love you too Wise Girl."

Annabeth told herself the little flutter in her stomach was because of the Physics test she had tomorrow.

By the time Friday rolled around Annabeth was drained. The week had been exhausting, and she hadn't even had that much homework. She and Percy decided that they would meet after dinner, so that left Annabeth to suffer through another meal by herself.

However, when she walked into the kitchen, she found her dad standing by the counter on his phone.

He motioned for Annabeth to wait, so she took a seat at the table wondering what the hell this could be about. They hadn't had a real conversation in at least a year. He hung up his phone and sat across the table from her.

"I know we don't talk much, so this might be hard for you to understand," He said folding his hands.

She looked at him in bewilderment. They didn't talk at all let alone 'not much.'

"Where are you going with this? I have somewhere to be." She knew she was being less than cordial, but did he really think they were going to sit down and chat like old buddies?

"At work today I got a call in to my boss's office. He informed me that he wants me to go to San Fransisco to do more extensive research on one of the topics I have been working on for a long time. He offered me better pay, and told me that he needs a decision by tonight. I have decided to accept."

"Okay, well good for you then. Why are you telling me this?" Annabeth said putting her head on her hand.

"Because you are coming with me."

Her elbow fell off the table. She sat there in a stunned silence, looking at him like he had just admitted to being a marshian or something. He couldn't honestly expect her to uproot her life for him - in the middle of senior year no less - when he hadn't even talked to her all these years.

"You can't exactly make that descision for me. Why do you want me to come with you anyway? You haven't paid any attention to me in forever, whats with the sudden interest now?" This was really pissing her off. Was this his version of a joke?

"Annabeth, I know you think that, but you are my daughter and I care about you very much. I want you to move with me because it could be a fresh start for us."

Fresh start? Bullshit he cares. What the hell is he talking about? she thought. There is no starting over with me, Dad. That ship has sailed.

"If you cared you would have actually been around or tried tohave a conversation with me. You can't all of a sudden pop into my life saying you care and expect me to be welcoming you with open arms."

"I know I haven't been the best father, Annabeth. But I want the chance to fix that. I think moving somewhere new could give us that opportunity."

This was too much. What did he not understand? He had missed his chance to get to know her. She was grown up now. Didn't he see that? She had practically lived alone since she was old enough to do her own hair. Why did he think he could catch up on 10 years of her life in a couple months?

"Do you have any idea what your asking me to do? You can't expect me to drop everything to have a few months of 'bonding time' before I go off to college."

"Annabeth, I want a relationship with you. I realize that I haven't always been there for you - "

"Haven't always been there? Try never! You were never there for me. You can't come in here now and try to tell me that you care and you want to get to know me, because if that were true, you would have listened to me when I came home from school with stories of what we did that day, or when I asked about mom, or just sat and watched a movie with me! No, all wanted to do was work, and when I came to you wanting to talk, you told me you couldn't be disturbed! You made me feel like a pesty fly that was annoying you! What kind of father does that?"

"Annabeth listen - "

Now that she was talking she couldn't seem to stop. All of the pent up anger towards her father was finally breaking loose and she couldn't stop it. He wanted to know her? Fine. He would.

"No! You are going to listen to me for once! I am tired of feeling like I did something to you to make you hate me. All I have ever done is try to get you to notice me. I studied so hard to get good grades so you would be proud of me. I learned how to do my hair when I was little so I could show you that I was independent, like I saw you were. You never took any interest in what I did. Why?"

Her father sighed as if he was giving up. "Because I never wanted a child."

His words hit her like a punch to the gut. She stumbled back and looked at him.

"If you never wanted me then why not let mom raise me? Why make me go through life feeling so alone?"

"Because your mother was killed in a car crash two weeks after you were born."

"She was what!?"

"She was killed Annabeth."

"I always asked where she went. And you just told me she left! Why! Why the hell would you not tell me?"

"I didn't want to tell you at such a young age. Then I just kept putting it off and it never felt like the right time to tell you."

"So you just let me go on thinking that my mother abandoned me."

"I'm sorry. I know it was a horrible thing to do, but it was a very painful time for me and I don't like to talk about it."

She picked up her bag and walked out without another word. Because really, what was there to say?

Annabeth let herself into Percy's house and walked up to his room. His mom wouldn't be home for another few hours and she was glad. One less person to watch her fall apart. She opened his door and he looked up from whatever game he was playing on his phone.

"Hey." he said.


"What's wrong?" he asked putting his hands on her shoulders.

"I don't even know where to start." She said her eyes filling up with tears.

He pulled her down onto his bed and into a hug and she couldn't hold it in anymore. She fell apart on his shoulder with gut-wrenching sobs.

It took forty-five minutes for her to calm herself down so that she could actually tell him what was wrong. She tried to apologize for getting his shirt all wet but he waved her off saying that "There is no reason to be sorry, Annabeth." Once she could finally talk clearly she launched into the whole story of her and her father's relationship. She found that Percy was a really good listener and that he was paying attention to what she was saying. (unlike some people.)

"So what are you going to do?" he asked when she finished telling him.

"Well, I'm obviously not going with him. I mean, he can't do that to me now. I'm almost eighteen anyway."

Percy nodded in understanding.

"But how are you going to tell him that? Especially if he doesn't want to listen to you?"

"I don't know. I don't even want to see him right now."

"I know. You know you can crash here if you want. My mom won't mind in the slightest."

"Really? I just….I can't deal with him right now. I need time to process this." She got up and reached for a kleenex.

"I think it's a good idea to give yourself the weekend at least. Nobody expects you to be okay right now." He was moving his hand in circles on her back and where ever his hand had been, her skin felt like it was on fire.

"I guess. I think maybe I have just always expected myself to be okay. I never really let myself feel anything….you're the first person I have ever told any of this to."

"Well I always say it's better to get it all out of your system, but that's just me. Now come on, let's go downstairs and I will make you some of my famous hot chocolate."

He took her hand and pulled her off the bed. When they reached the door he turned to her with a serious look in his eyes and pulled her in for another hug.

"I'm glad you told me, Wise Girl."

She felt that strange little flutter again, but all she said was, "Me too."

A/N: So….surprise! Yeah, This was hard to write. I know there isn't much Percabeth in there right now but I had to get the groundwork of Annabeth's problems with her dad laid out. Anyway, there will be more Percabeth in there soon…

Leave me a review! I wanna see all the reactions to this. (I was a little nervous about writing it.)