Notes:Yes, I do realize this is short, and that it is pointless. But this came into being as a spinoff from my drabble collection, and I hate seeing anything languishing in my laptop. Will possibly end up being a set of seven vaugely-themed drabbles. Kinda doubtful, though. Like 'em much better as a beta couple.
But still. What kind of PJO fanfic writer would you be if you never wrote a Percabeth? :D
Property Lines
There were days when she wanted to drag her boyfriend down to the depths of the ocean and leave him tied to a rock there. But with all the Nerieds hanging around him like he was the cutest thing since Theseus, it'd probably end up backfiring. The Underworld might have been a more viable option, except for how she wanted him locked up in a tower somewhere, not suffocated to death by a vindictive Lord Hades.
If this kept up, however, she might think about settling for it.
She watched, eyes narrowed, as Percy took another order from a group of starry-eyed, giggling girls. Now she knew why the court's owners ignored the occasional mysterious fire- it looked like most of the business they had came from thirteen-year olds collectively ogling her ever-oblivious boyfriend.
Get a grip on yourself, Annabeth. You're acting like a jealous little man-obsessive harpy.
Another girl, this one closer to her own age, took the time off to glance appreciatively at Percy. The fact that she immediately went back to hanging on her guy's arm and listening to his every word ceased to matter. Annabeth saw red, and started planning ways to have Percy get his butt out of this place. People could find someone else to ogle.
"I don't like that look," Percy said, stopping near her, "What are you planning?"
She glared at him and he backed off. Kelp-for-brains or not, he'd been pretty adept at deciphering all of her warning signals… well, most of the time, anyway.
She caught the time in her watch and sighed. Ten more minutes before his shift got over and she could go back to being normal. Forget hubris; sometimes she thought overzealous protectiveness was her Flaw. Rabid jealousy featured somewhere in the package too.
She had issues, oh yes.
She stirred what was left of her smoothie with a straw, and instinctively shot a preemptive glare at the cute redhead in the waitress uniform.
"Okay, seriously," Percy stopped again on his way to one of the other tables, "I don't like that look. Who're you planning to kill here?"
"None of your business, Seaweed Brain."
"Actually, if you're going to-"
"Percy!" The redheaded waitress called, her face all smiles.
Percy broke off with a wince and started walking again. Annabeth finished slurping up her smoothie and joined him on his Quest To Deliver The Perfect Burgers To A Group OF Teen Bimbos.
"I'll get off in five minutes," he hissed from the corner of his mouth, "Can you please stay there till then?"
"No."
"Don't scare away the customers."
She shook her sleeve, and the reassuring weight of her brand new celestial bronze knife rattled against her. She accompanied the sound with a pointed look.
Percy gave up, thus helping to form a legion of intimidated females.