A/N: Lately I've been on a Percy Jackson kick lately, and this was a plot bunny floating around in my head. Based in between The Last Olympian and The Lost Hero, before Percy's kidnapped. Enjoy! R&R!
The water twinkled, and a midnight breeze ruffled Annabeth's hair. She couldn't stop the thoughts from flowing- the what if I died,is it even possible, how in Hades are we going to do this… Even though the threat had stopped, Annabeth knew deep down that the thoughts would never stop rolling.
She had tossed and turned in the Athena cabin before admitting to herself that she was never going to get any sleep, and had put on a sweater and slip-on shoes, and found her way to the sound, relishing the absolute silence. The sea had a calming effect on her- she didn't know whether it was because of Percy, or because there were so many different creatures, personalities, lying beneath the many layers.
Much like Annabeth.
Here there wasn't any ditzy Aphrodite girls giggling, checking there reflection, or Hermes' kids trying to nick things out of your pockets, or Apollo campers purposely misshooting the freaking arrows.
She was so wrapped up in her own thoughts she didn't see a select Poseidon camper approach her.
"Annabeth?" he asked, and with a jolt she was shocked out of her trance.
"Oh," she said, managing to find her voice again after the shock, "um- hi, Percy."
"Hi yourself," he replied sweetly as he sat down next to her, ankles crossed.
"How did you know I was here?" she asked, still trying to concentrate on the ripples on the surface of the water caused by the passing breeze.
"I know you quite well," Percy commented simply, as if she already knew that.
They sat together in comfortable silence, Percy wrapping his arm around her and pulling her close, letting her head rest against his chest. Annabeth sighed in content, and her eyelids started t flutter.
Sometimes all she needed was a night under the stars and Percy.