Well, hello there. This is probably my - what is it, fourth? - PJO oneshotslashfanfic. It's kinda short, but oh well...short is sweet, right? :D
Well, I hope you like it. Enjoy! I hope. (:
Remember
The way she moves is unreal.
Her curly blonde hair; her intelligent grey eyes that follow him wherever he moves.
The way she looks at him makes him shiver.
Is it wrong that he finds her completely beautiful?
He doesn't know her well; no, not yet -
and yet, he feels he does.
When he looks at her, he feels as if he's being transported to some distant shadowed memory. A fall from an arch. A battle on a beach. Beautiful singing; a curse; a labyrinth; a war; then, nothing.
He should know her. He knows that much.
But whenever he tries to remember, it's like he's trying to push through a locked door. It's of no avail.
Why can't he remember?
He senses some magic at work; some unseen force pushing against him. And when he tries to push back, it's as if his legs are collapsing under him -
he's too weak.
He doesn't like being too weak.
Usually he wouldn't mind, but it's this girl - this girl - that makes him want to push back. To push harder. Somehow, he knows it's important.
He's never felt this way before. Not even with those daughters of Aphrodi - Venus - when they were falling over him his (supposed) first day at camp.
He watches her without realizing it.
She's saying to the guy in the toolbelt. Something -
something about seaweed.
And being wise.
But he can tell that she's not making a joke.
This is serious.
He sees the pain in her eyes; the tear on her cheek.
She's sad.
He instantly wants to make her feel better, for no reason at all - or is it a reason he can't remember? - but when Toolbelt says something and she kindofsortof smiles, he feels like smiling, too.
He hears her say something about Mount St. Helens, and a kiss.
And suddenly, his mind flashes back -
"No! I'm not leaving you."
"I've got a plan. I'll distract them. You can use the metal spider - maybe it'll lead you back to Hephaestus. You have to tell him what's going on."
"But you'll be killed!"
"I'll be fine. Besides, we've got no choice."
And she kisses him.
"Be careful, Seaweed Brain."
He blinks open his eyes, jolting back to the present.
Mount St. Helens. Metal spider. Hephaestus. Hephaestus, not Vulcan.
A kiss.
Seaweed Brain.
And suddenly, he knows her. Her name, at least.
"Annabeth?"
And the girl looks up.
Soo, in case you haven't noticed, I kindasorta like writing post-TLH remembrance oneshots (:
So, I hope you liked it. Does anyone even read these things? If you did, but the word PUPPY in your review :D
Please review. Constructive criticism would be appreciated~
-Bridgit