A/N: So this was written as part of a prompt war/battle/challenge/sending-prompts-to-each-other-thing with Helen (Helloooo It's me) which I extended and wanted to post because it's kind of different. I've never thought about Percy being like this before and it's probably going to turn into my new fave forbidden pairing (Sirius/Lily 5eva) but yano. If you don't ship him with anyone other than Annabeth, turn around now.

Prompt: shells

Disclaimer: Yeah I'm Rick right right. Title inspired by Paradise by Coldplay. It will become apparent why. And now I've looked at the word paradise too many times and in my head it sounds like para-dies oh Lordy

she ran away in her sleep

and dreamed of paradise every time she closed her eyes

- coldplay, paradise

"Holy Hades: you're the Son of Poseidon and you don't even know how sand is made."

"He's the Sea God," I said, glaring. "Not the Sand God."

Annabeth blinked. "Earth-Shaker," she supplied, and I rolled my eyes. "Earth."

"I know you're itching to tell me, Wise Girl, so get it over with."

She smirked at me and began a detailed explanation of the process pertaining to the creation of sand and other rocks. I tried to concentrate, I really did, but what with my ADHD and the fact that even Annabeth can't make sand interesting, I soon found my attention going.

Every so often I'd try and fix my eyes on her again, attempt to let my brain wander back to what she was saying, but I couldn't keep it together. I felt like I was flying away from the beach, like there were suddenly two Percy's - one was sitting on the shells in the surf holding my girlfriend's hand, and I was intruding by watching them. Annabeth shifted her weight a bit, leaning into the Percy on the ground a little more, and the rocks beneath her moved too.

That sound, the slight scraping, grating sound of stone on stone brought me plummeting back to the earth like a comet, and I couldn't hear anything else. I couldn't hear Annabeth. The only sounds that filled my ears were of another beach, another girl.

The water was pure and sparkling, the sky clear, the shore rocky. The shells crunched under our feet as we walked down to the boat, a boat that would take me on.

"Oi, Seaweed Brain," she said. "You aren't listening, are you?"

With an Olympian effort I forced myself to focus on her again: the blond princess curls (caramel braids) and Camp T-Shirt (sleeveless Greek dress with the pretty gold braiding), and I shook my head guiltily.

"Sorry," I murmured, smiling my you know you want to forgive me smile. At least, that's what I hoped it looked like. Knowing me, I probably looked like I had trapped wind or something.

But Annabeth leaned in, a smile on her lips too.

"You mean, you don't want to know all about sand?" she asked.

"That's what I keep you around for," I shrugged, and she poked me.

"Anything else?"

I raised a suggestive eyebrow at her, and as she kissed me I swear I could smell cinnamon in the air.

Reviews are sleeping in your own bed after being on holiday for two weeks. No but really, haters to the left. I don't ship Calypso/Percy, kay?