Author's note: Seeing as this is my first fanfiction ever, I really don't have any experience. I would greatly appreciate it if you'd leave a review for me.
Story is post HoO.
Disclaimer: I do not own PJO/HoO or any of the characters.
It was 6:59pm when Annabeth's car got stuck in a snowstorm on her way to her parents' house. It was two days before Christmas, and she wanted to visit her dad, stepmom, and her almost grown up half brothers.. The white cotton balls had been falling for days now, but it was never this bad. Instead of being a blanket of crystallized frosting on the bare winter landscape, it felt more like a never-ending avalanche was coming down from the sky. Annabeth couldn't see anything through the windows of her green Smart. Her windshield wiper was going extremely fast, yet it was no match for the weather. Annabeth turned it off. At least her heater was working, so she wouldn't be freezing to death anytime soon. Probably. Then it stopped. Her car got still.
She cursed herself for being so unprepared. Yes, the East Coast weather had gotten completely unpredictable with all the global warming, but that was not an excuse. She should have been ready for this situation, any situation. She didn't have anything good to do, so she let her inner control freak take over. The daughter of Athena took inventory of all the useful or edible items in her car. The knife, of course. The ever-present knife. One banana, mostly brown. A red fleece blanket she immediately wrapped around herself. Her cell phone, 2% charge left. Gloves, much too big for her. She put them on anyways. Her backpack was lying on the passenger seat, some crumbled-up ambrosia, and nectar in a canteen inside. It also contained a book she was reading at the moment, Little Women. She could always throw it at an attacking monster, but she had grown rather fond of it. Annabeth scrounged around the bottom of her car and found a dried half of a bagel. Yum. She turned on the radio, but the storm was apparently posing trouble for it. No reception here. Where, exactly, was here? She knew there was a forest on the left side of the street, but that was it. Annabeth had no idea. No map in the car, phone dead, no GPS. Not as wise as expected of her. Annabeth could practically hear her mother sighing at her unpreparedness, up on Mount Olympus. Help me, please, Annabeth prayed, to her mom, to the gods, any god that might be near. No answer, of course not. The gods hadn't answered her in who knew how long. Next time, prepare for anything. You've learned this lesson. Now learn from your mistakes, she scolded herself mentally.
Suddenly, there was a knock on her window, its sound muffled by the thick coat of snow. Then, the frosty substance was messily wiped off her windshield by a large hand, wearing a black glove just like the ones she had on. The person, presumably a man, cleared off her window as well, waved a little hesitantly, and motioned for her to open the door. The guy's face was covered by a matching black scarf, and all of his hair was hidden under a thick blue hat. She couldn't see much of him, but he didn't really look like a monster. Or a rapist, for that matter. Tyche, she begged internally, please just help me out. It has been enough. Make him be good. I deserve a little good. She felt a little better after, and thought strategically about the situation. It seemed less dangerous to just see what the guy wanted. So Annabeth did the only logical thing- she opened the door, letting thousands of big snowflakes float into her car.
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BTW, I know that Annabeht's family is supposed to live in California where it doesn't snow, but in my mind they eventually move to the East Coast. Creative freedom?
Thanks for reading.