Full Summary: A year after TLO, Annabeth and Percy break up because a long distance relationship was just too hard to manage, and never bothered to reconnect. But when Annabeth is recruited for The Bachelorette, guess who's one of the lucky men chosen? You got it, the one and only Seaweed Brain.
Title: Bachelorette: M(r)s. Annabeth Chase.
I pull up the collar of my windbreaker as I drag my bags to the curb. I put two fingers in my mouth and let loose a sharp, clean whistle. Almost immediately, a yellow cab pulls up to the curb. A window rolls down.
"Where ya headin' miss?" A man with square glasses and a mole on his chin asks.
"132 Harlem Avenue, please." I say, climbing into the cab and lugging my bags behind me. "And step on it."
"Sure miss." The man says, and I lean back and anxiously check my watch. I'm going to be late if this cabbie doesn't get there quick. After an uneventful ride, the cab finally pulls up to my destination.
"How much?"
"Um, that'll be thirty two ninety six."
I whip out the money and throw it to him. "Keep the change!" I call as I rush into the building.
"Annabeth! You have a visitor in your office!" The doorwoman, Kathy, calls as you punch the elevator button.
"Thanks, but can you tell them to come back? I'm not going to be able to talk to them, I have to get the plans done by three-"
"He says it's extremely important." Kathy says urgently, flicking her red hair over her shoulder, and for a split second, looks jealous.
The elevator door opens then, and I step into it, telling Kathy I'll try to get in touch with the man once again. When the elevator opens again, I step out and walk into my office.
I'm stunned with what I see. Two men, one with a large camera, are sitting on a plush couch, and when I walk in, they stand up, and a little red light tells me the camera is filming.
"Annabeth Chase!" A man with a too white smile and glowing skin practically shouts. "Welcome," Pause. "to," Dramatic pause, "the Bachelorette."
"What?"
"You've been selected to be the bachelorette. You will be picking men for the next eight weeks. Do you accept this wonderful offer to be immersed into the world of glam, love, and tough love?"
I couldn't do anything but stutter stupidly and let my jaw drop. I had been happily single for nine years. Nine years. "W-w-what?"
The man laughed. "Are you ready to find the man of your dreams?"
"Who are you?" I stammered.
"Chris Harrison, the host of the hit TV show on ABC. Do you wish to accept the offer of glitz and glam?"
And I did nothing but grin and smile as I finally (sort-of) understood what was happening. "Will I?"
"Will you?" Chris Harrison asks, and he looks truly sincere.
Ignoring a nagging feeling in the back of my head, I stare right into the camera, and speak. "Of course I will."
Chris Harrison says some stuff into the camera, and I just stick a plastic smile on my face and let the nagging feeling flood over me.
As much as I know about architecture, about fighting monsters, about the second titan war. As much as I know about that, I know that this, in no humanely possible way, can this be good.
Sooooo... Tell me whatcha think?
Disclaimer: I don't own the Bachelor or PJO.