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Note: This fanfic is in no way related to the fanfic Aftermath. So if you have read it, please assume a different time and situation. For those who have not read Aftermath, we're sorry for making you read this note. We hope you read the story and please, if you have any concerns about our asshole-like behavior, post in the comments (or place a review) explicitly our cons and pros.
Note 2: This story will be a mix of everything. Adventure, drama, action, angst, conflict, and who could forget, romance. Yes, we love mixing romance into the drift of things. Percabeth, as you call it, is one of our favorites. However, we will not hesitate to make other relationships if we deem them interesting.
Note 3: This fanfic will have characters that are officially deceased in the series. This is therefore an alternate universe, but the characters will essentially be the same.
African Rundown
It was one thing to go on a trip with your friends. And it was one thing to go on a trip with your whole rootin' tootin' camp. But it is something completely different going on a trip with your whole rootin' tootin' hootin' demigod Half-Blood camp. And every one of the campers knew this. And, knowing this, only a select few went on the trip. Mainly, those that can take care of themselves. Those that were, strictly speaking, over seventeen years old.
And yes, Percy was over 17 years old. He is 18 years old in fact, nearing 19, and so is most of the troop. Annabeth, of course, was in the same order of magnitude as Percy. As were Connor and Travis Stoll, the sons of Hermes, Clarisse and her band of bandwagony sisters, and Selena and her Aphrodite sisters, and who could forget Chiron, the much liked organizer of the whole trip. Other half-bloods were present, obviously, but not many are vital to the advancement of time as the ones just stated.
It was in Madagascar, the north specifically. Chiron had heard that the land was never before discovered and he did not take long to organize a trip, with all appropriate accommodations, to the north of Madagascar. Of course, you would think that half-bloods could teleport, but unfortunately, this time they had to actually fly there.
The flight was long and hard, just like Percy's thingy, but it was worth it. When they arrived in Madagascar, the length and hardship faced on the flight was soon forgotten and had transformed into joyous conversation, a flurry of picture taking and a emotional bonding trip between unfamiliar campers.
"I really like this. We finally get to talk to people we barely talk to. Like the new guy in the Aphrodite cabin. What was his name?" Annabeth asked Percy absent-mindedly.
"I know you know his name, Wise Girl. You're just trying to act as if you don't have a little crush on him." Percy replied sourly. So far, for him, it was a rather boring trip compared to his other adventures. And of course, he didn't mind his buddy Annabeth checking out another guy.
"Crush? On him? No way! He's just new, and I wanted to meet him and talk, that's all." Annabeth turned red temporarily, glancing back at him as they walked through the forest. The campers were all around, whispering, taking pictures and making faces of awe as they witnessed wildlife at work.
"Whatever, Annabeth." Percy sighed. He looked to his right as he walked. Past Annabeth, he saw small movement in the bushes. He stared at the green for a split second and then looked forward again, assuming it was the wind.
"Come on Percy, I know we had a thing, but its over, and you have to get over it." Annabeth said, still looking at the new Aphrodite guy. "And its not like we're platonic anyways." she looked at him fixedly, expecting an appropriate response to that statement.
"I don't know what you mean." Percy lied. Of course he knew what she meant. Annabeth and him were kind of, well, you know, not just buddies, but sex buddies.
"Come on Percy, I know you inside out. We have fun and everything, but we decided to keep it simple. Sex only. When feelings come into it I cry my eyes out and you just…" she paused for a moment and looked at him. "Well, you just feel as bad without crying as well."
"You do know that the only reason we stopped dating was because of your mom, right?" Percy said, annoyed. He started kicking the dead leaves around him with this hiking boots.
"Of course I do. That's why its so much better now. We get all the pleasure, without all the pain. I think this kind of relationship is really special, and lets keep it and not mess it up." Annabeth started walking faster. She then called "hey!" to the back in front of her to get the Aphrodite guy's attention.
Percy grunted. She was right, but it didn't make him stop having feelings for her. After all, she was the first girl he ever loved, and the first girl that ever loved him. He stalked behind both of them, Annabeth and the Aphrodite guy, watching their actions. They talked, and laughed harmonically and simultaneously quite frequently. Percy tried to ignore the pain that welled in his chest but he just couldn't.
He just couldn't wait until this trip was over.
They made camp near the western shores of the huge island. Every tent had seven people, and there were eight tents, but Chiron was in a tent by himself. And everybody had a tent buddy. And very weird things can happen to you if you were in a tent at the time.
There was never as much sleep as there was drinking, laughing, and just straight up having fun. You would completely forget yourself, I assure you. All enemies were forgotten and made friends. Even the Ares cabin was friendly if given a little encouragement from some half-blood made and brewed vodka.
It started in the Aphrodite tent. After Percy set up his tent bed and pillows and got everything in order, he made for their tent as quickly as possible. He knew Annabeth would be there, and he wanted to give her a taste of the jealousy that he felt when he was watching her and the Aphrodite guy talking.
When he entered, there was a table set up, with ten shot glasses and a big bottle of vodka in the middle. The trick was, you were asked a question, a dare, or anything to do by the second person to your left, and if you couldn't do it, you would drink a shot. Essentially, impossible demands were made which ended in everybody being insanely drunk by three am.
Percy took a seat beside one of the Aphrodite girls. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, and a look of infinite innocence. He only gave her one glance, and then set his fingers around his shot glass, as it was the turn of anybody that had just joined the table.
The second person to his left was Travis. He was still clearly sober, but his demand obviously wasn't.
"Do a pushup without your legs!" he demanded. He then smiled at Percy, expecting him to give up and take the shot.
After a few trials, Percy filled his shot glass from the vodka bottle and downed it immediately. It felt very disgusting at first, as if one was having his tonsils stretched wide and tickled from the middle, with a bland taste. But, a split second later, he felt his heart burn like wasabi on someone's tongue. It also felt like a huge baseball bat came and smashed the back of his head, but all of the sudden the world around him felt more cheerful. He smiled stupidly, and the rest of the table laughed.
The game went on. When the vodka bottle was halfway finished, jokes were being thrown about, flirting, dancing, grinding, and everything else you would normally see in a traditional party. A slow dance music was turned on, and people started dancing with each other. Percy found himself dancing with the Aphrodite girl, who was as intoxicated as he was, after five shots of the strong vodka.
It was a strange position. Her back was leaning on his chest, his arms under her waist bone. Her arms were around his butt, squeezing them in equal time intervals to match the beat of the music. Percy felt utterly amazing. Lost, in lust and in mind.
Annabeth's situation wasn't much different. She was assuming the same position but with the Aphrodite guy that had caught her eye earlier in the day. They slowly twisted and turned around each other, laughing and singing along with the familiar song.
The rest of the tent was similar. There were six other people, each guy with a girl from the Aphrodite cabin. The dancing went along for a long time, and when Percy felt that his legs were sore, he sat down with the girl on his lap and planted an awesome kiss on her lips.
Although the transition may seem quick, it was fairly regular for Percy. He soon carried her back to his tent, where he set his bed near Annabeth, and laid her gently down. The ecstasy didn't stop there, but continued into different bases. His next kisses melted away with her skin, and her moans lifted his spirits more than he ever imagined.
Percy felt something hit him hard in the gut. He opened his eyes, slowly and painfully, to see that the girl he met last night was getting out of the sheets. He saw her small, naked body pick up her clothes and leave the tent silently without looking back at him.
He yawned silently. He turned around to the other side of his bed and saw Annabeth's sleeping face right in front of him and he yelled in surprise. Annabeth then woke up and screamed as well. They exchanged screams until they realized that they were both awake.
Annabeth then sat up straight in her bed, the sheets falling off her chest, revealing that she as well, did not have any clothes on her body. "Percy, why do you have to wake me up like that?" she rubbed her left eye, annoyed. She then pushed the sheets off her and stood up to stretch.
"Hey, you were the one sleeping right in front of my face." Percy said, equally annoyed. He looked at her as she stared down at him. "Where's your Aphrodite guy? Did he leave on you?"
"What about your girl? Oh wait, she left on you too, sucker." Annabeth then sat down beside Percy on his sheets.
"Ah, whatever. She was pretty good. Small, but pretty and really nice." Percy sighed, waiting for her response.
"And?" Annabeth prompted, smiling.
"Okay, you win. I bet your guy wasn't as good either. The guy looks like a complete amateur." Percy pointed out.
"Well I didn't really do him. Did you do her?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
"Well, no. I was kind of saving myself up for-" Percy said but got cut off.
"What, now?" Annabeth smiled as she took the sheets off him and sat on his stomach.
Percy felt like he was still drunk. Then Annabeth's vodka tasting mouth flowed into his, and Percy's likewise. This was usually the case every morning after a long night or an attempt to do a one night stand. They wouldn't end up having sex with the random guy or girl, and in the morning they would have make up sex.
About twenty minutes later, there was shouting going on outside from Chiron.
With a final kiss, Annabeth slipped out of Percy and got dressed. Percy grunted loudly. "Why do we have to keep doing this, Annabeth?" he stood up.
She turned around and said. "I don't know. I just can't seem to do it."
"Neither can I." he sighed.
After they got dressed and packed their beds and got their tent ready, they put it all on their back and started going through Madagascar once again.
Everything was going great until they reached the north tip of the island. They started hearing strange sounds, and Percy, who was the go to guy and Annabeth, who was the go to girl, were getting looked at to investigate these sounds and where they exactly come from.
Percy, of course, heard these sounds before. And he has seen the tracks of such a thing before. It was, in short, a monster. Yes, a monster in the north end of Madagascar. Strange things seem to happen where you don't expect it. But unfortunately the only thing that can be done is to get rid of the monster the same way he always did.
Riptide at his side, Percy stalked silently through the forest, hoping to find the monster. He heard it's footsteps from about ten meters away. He didn't want to alert the monster, lest it finds out that he was following it.
Since the Madagascar forest was so dense he only caught glimpses of the monster, and those were a shiny gold mixed with a light brown. It seemed to walk on four legs, and was carefully watching its surroundings. In a sudden second, it burst into a sprint, and Percy acted likewise. He needed to track down this monster and take it out before it can do more damage to wandering half-bloods.
The forest was not easy to navigate through. Even with Percy's superior strength to the other half-bloods from being dipped into the river Styx as well as being stabbed by his own blade molded with Stygian iron, he had greater stamina than all half bloods, superior skills in all weapons and strength unmatched by any other demigod.
He sped up and started to catch up to the monster. He crashed into some trees but that didn't slow him down by a lot. He then heard the monster's sound go to the right, trying to get out of the forest. Percy tried to follow but he slipped on a rock and tumbled on a long cliff. He kept rolling vertically until he crashed arm first into a tree, giving him a large cut along his right tricep.
He was, however, close to the beach. He finally got a full view of the monster. It was huge, on four legs, muscular, had a golden pelt, as well as a large mane. It was, in fact, the Nemean lion.
It turned around and roared, trying to strike fear into the heart of Percy. But Percy kept his composure. He knew that the lion couldn't get hurt from any weapon, and had to be choked to death.
The lion roared again, and charged furiously towards Percy. Percy braced himself and pounced to the right, and with all his might swung his left uninjured arms at the face of the lion and smashed his fist into it. He heard something crack, and didn't know if it was his wrist or the lion's face. But he didn't feel any pain, so he assumed it was the lion's face.
The lion jumped back up, unaffected. It stood on two legs and started swinging it's claws at Percy. He dodged them all and gave the lion a devastating punch under it's arm on its nerve, making the lion cry with surprise.
The lion tumbled down the sand near the water. Percy had to get up and choke it.
"Percy, drown it!" he heard a voice scream from in front of him. It was Annabeth, and behind her was Clarisse and Travis.
Percy stood up with difficulty and walked towards the paralyzed lion. It tried to get to it's feet, but the nerves that connected its arms were disabled. But it doesn't mean the thing can't bite. Percy approached cautiously and made a colossal attempt to headlock the massive head, and succeeded. The lion tried to bite his hand and chop it off, but failed miserably as it felt itself getting choked to death.
It roared and went into frenzy, but it was not able to get out. It gave a final, pathetic moan of defeat and dropped to the ground, dead. So did Percy.
He heard Annabeth's footsteps coming towards him and carrying him. "Come on, into the water Percy."
She dragged him gently into the sea and Percy slowly felt his wounds starting to wash away into the water, slightly tainting it red with his blood. But the water sustained and cured him, as it always had.
Annabeth then helped him stand, and took him to the shore to meet the others.
"I need the Nemean lion armor…" Percy moaned tiredly.
"Too late. It's starting to fade." Annabeth said. "Come on, Percy. Let me get you to the shore."
Percy started at the golden fur disappear into dust, to be reformed in the bowels of Hades and then released again. Percy then sighed and looked at Annabeth.
"What is it?" Annabeth smiled reassuredly.
"I was just thinking about how nothing lasts." Percy replied. "And what a shame that is."
"If you're talking about us, it just can't happen anymore Percy. Unless you weren't talking about us and you were talking about the lion, which I highly doubt." Annabeth chuckled softly.
"Oh no, I was talking about us." Percy said as they got to the shore. "I was talking about us, obviously."