A/N: Now, I know most people skip these, but I'll just tell you this anyways: this is just a twoshot on Percabeth, my favorite Percy Jackson and the Olympians couple. Thanks for reading and remember to review. Also, let's just go ahead and pretend Riptide doesn't return to Percy's pocket when he loses it. Thanks.

Let's say this is right after The Lightning Thief...

"Give me my knife, Seaweed Brain!" Annabeth had only been chasing me for the past two minutes, but I knew I'd done enough damage to earn me a punch in the gut, and it would only get worse as I continued.

I decided I should. A punch in the gut was nothing when I got to tease her like this.

"I guess you'll just have to catch it! Come on, Wise Girl!" I almost held it over my head to have her try and reach it, but she was slightly taller than me and would have found a way to put the odds in her favor if she was shorter. I settled on throwing it into the woods.

I saw her eyes follow the knife and her head swivel back around to glare at me. That glare was something. It wasn't just a glare. It was the ATHENA glare.

I held up my hands in a gesture that I hope was telling her "it's all yours, go and get it."

She almost marched off into the woods, but stopped to punch me in the gut and bring me to my knees.

"Give me your pen." She held out her hand in that bossy way she'd mastered. I stared at her, obviously confused.

She sighed. "It's not that difficult, Seaweed Brain. Just give me your pen. And hurry it up, or someone might be doubling over in pain pretty soon." She paused. "Again."

I handed her my pen, unable to think of any way to get out of this. You see, this is why playing tricks on Annabeth never went well. I was just too stubborn (or stupid?) to stop when I should.

Annabeth chucked my pen into the woods, and from the angry look on her face, her thrown object went much farther that mine.

My head dropped to my chest. "I'm gonna have to get that now, aren't I?" I didn't have to look up to see Annabeth's smirk. I just stood up and walked beside the confident and marching Annabeth.

She grabbed a shield and knife from the armory, but barred my way with a "ha, ha, no." and handed me a small shield and a sword way too big for me.

"What am I supposed to do with these? I can't fight with these unbalanced weapons!" Annabeth's smirk grew wider.

"Exactly."

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