If you support the Percabeth Revolution, write an anti-Percabeth or anti-Nico/OC fic or whatever, with the words The Percabeth Revolution first and then your title. Like mine is The Percabeth Revolution: The Break Room. And then, in your author's notes, copy and paste these instructions. I am a proud supporter of The Percabeth Revolution. You can be, too!

Now please tell me what you think. Live long and prosper.

Logic9994

(With much apologies to Martha Mitchell, bless her soul.)

Percabeth Revolution: Gone with The Tide

Adapted by Logic9994

Percy stands looking down at his demigod army as the forces of Kronos dramatically march forward, bringing an angry, dark cloud toward them in the process. Percy was about to bring a last pep talk to his troops when Annabeth ran up, grabbing him.

"Oh, Percy! Please, don't go! You can't leave me! Please! I'll never forgive you!"

Percy held Annabeth softly. "I'm not asking you to forgive me. I'll never understand or forgive myself. And if a sword gets me, so help me, I'll laugh at myself for being an idiot. There's one thing I do know... and that is that I love you, Annabeth. In spite of you and me and the whole silly world going to pieces around us, I love you. Because we're alike. Bad lots, both of us. Selfish and shrewd. But able to look things in the eyes as we call them by their right names."

Annabeth struggled. "Don't hold me like that!"

Percy held her tighter. "Annabeth! Look at me! I've loved you more than I've ever loved any woman and I've waited for you longer than I've ever waited for any woman." He kissed her forehead.

Annabeth turned her face away. "Let me alone!"

He forced her to look him in the eye. "Here's a soldier of the gods who loves you, Annabeth. Wants to feel your arms around him, wants to carry the memory of your kisses into battle with him. Never mind about loving me, you're a woman sending a soldier to his death with a beautiful memory. Annabeth! Kiss me! Kiss me... once..."

They kissed softly as a runner came sprinting toward them. Knowing that Percy had to leave, Annabeth wept softly, sputtering out,

"Percy, Percy... Percy, if you go, where shall I go? What shall I do?"

Percy looked his true love in the eyes very romantically, and said,

"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn."