ok this is my fist fanfiction so go easy and give it a try. please. and if you could be kind, and review.

Got That Jackson?

"Give up," I said, dogging my opponent sword swipe. "You're losing by a landslide, and I'm going easy on you." In truth I was drenched in sweet and tired but I hoped my bluff would work.

"Yeah right," my opponent said, calling my bluff. "If you're holding back, stop. Give me all you got." So the fight continued.

Doge, block, jab, jump, swing and so on. It felt like training, practiced move after practiced move. Once I past feeling tired I was honestly bored. Suddenly my opponent somehow had their heel hooked around my ankle; using my own weight against me they knocked me off balance.

In one second I went from holding my own, to on my back with a blade at my throat. My own sword had been thrown from my hands as I fell. So now I was defenseless (at least until Riptide came back to my pocket), I had a sword at my throat, and my opponent was the only person on earth, other than myself, that knew where my one weak spot was.

"You're falling out of practice, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth said.

"Good to know," I said panting slightly. Using my left hand to grab the hilt of the sword and my right to push up I managed to flip so that I was the one the sword and my opponents throat. "Because you are getting predictable."

"Get off of me," Annabeth said annoyed. I did so and sat propped up on one elbow as Annabeth copied my position. I grinned at her and after a minute of her lips twitching she smiled back. Her gray eyes sparkled as I leaned in to kiss her.

Once our lips touched my mind shut down completely, other than focusing on Annabeth that is. Her soft lips against mine, her fingers running through my hair, the way her hair smelled like Shea butter and almond (A/N: I love that smell and I wanted to say something different-flowers are way over done).

After, who knows how long, someone cleared their throat causing both Annabeth and me to jump. We looked toward where the sound had come from to see Malcolm, Annabeth's half-brother. I felt slightly relived; if we had to be interrupted by a child of Athena I was glad it was him. Malcolm at least didn't hate me.

He was looking at his feet his face was bright red. Annabeth and I both flushed scarlet and scrambled to our feet mumbling about sword practice.

"I'm…uh… sorry to, um, interrupt," Malcolm said, still not meeting our eyes.

"Oh it's no problem," Annabeth said nervously running her fingers through her hair. "Did you need something?"

"Yeah I did," Malcolm said finally looking up. "Could we talk Percy? Alone?"

I was a little taken aback. Sure Malcolm was cool but we had never had a real conversation without someone else there. Never the less I said, "Sure. I guess I'll see you at dinner, Wise Girl."

"I guess," Annabeth said. She gave me a quick good bye kiss then made her way out of the arena. As she past Malcolm she whispered something to him looking deadly serious. Malcolm gave a small-almost unnoticeable- nod but otherwise didn't acknowledge her remark.

After watching Annabeth leave, Malcolm and I didn't say anything for a while. An odd, uncomfortable tension fell over us so I decided to try to make small take. (A/N: never do this. If someone says they want to talk to you alone let them have the first word)

"So… Nice day we're having," I said. Really Percy? I thought The weather?

"Alright Jackson let's cut to the chase," Malcolm said, (A/N: no pun intended) not looking the least bit friendly. "We both know this isn't a social call."

"Well we both do now," I said. "And what's with the use of last names? I thought we were on good terms"

Malcolm advanced slowly. He had that smile that was also a glare that only children of Athena could manage, effectively. It took all my will power not to retreat and cower under the look. Malcolm got right in my face before he continued.

"We are on go terms," he said. "I like to think of you as a friend. As you know my sister likes you. Just like everyone else, we at the Athena cabin are happy to see you to together at last. You're a great pair, but let's get a few things straight, shall we." Any trace of a smile was gone now; it was a full glare now.

I gulped seeing the direction the conversation had taken. I simply nodded and waited for him to continue.

"Alright," Malcolm said. "To begin with, you are to treat her right, and make sure she stays happy, got it?" I nodded. "You are to never push her to do anything that would make her uncomfortable, or to go farther than she wants to. Understand." I nodded again. Malcolm looked slightly satisfied, and then he grabbed me by the shirt collar. "Finally, if you break her heart or if you ever hurt her, in any way, shape, or form-and I mean any- you better hope that my mother gets to you before I do. Because with my mother you have a slim chance at a quick and painless death, with me- you will feel pain like no other. Your little dip in the Styx will be nothing in comparison. Got that Jackson?"

Hurriedly I nodded. Malcolm dropped my shirt collar, and folded his arms. After studying my face for possible signs of lying he looked satisfied.

"Okay," He said. "Just remember this little talk, alright." He turned on his heels and marched out of the arena.

I just stood there for a bit. I had just been, threatened with my life, by the one Athena camper who liked me-other than Annabeth. Talk about a wake-up call. Shortly after Malcolm left, Annabeth came running back in.

"Are you okay?" She asked when she saw my face. There was a hint of humor in her voice. "Malcolm didn't scare you too badly, did he?"

"You that was coming, didn't you?" I asked. "Well thank you for the warning."

"Hey, be glad I told him that he was not always to-or try to-hurt you," Annabeth said holding her hands up in surrender.

"You Athena's are insane, and scary," I said, receiving a punch to the arm. "And that… is why I love you."

Annabeth smirked and rolled her eyes. In the distance the conch shell blew.

"Come one Seaweed Brain," Annabeth said taking my hand. "Time for dinner."

I find that I am never very satisfied with how I end my stories:( oh well. first stry is done, and i am proud of it. constructive critizizum is wellcomed but please no vulgar words. thank you.