Disclaimer: Rick Riordan owns all the canon characters, places or whatever other details of the Camp Half-Blood series, not me.
Title/Letter: A for Annabeth
Rating: K+
Characters/Pairings: Annabeth, Percy; Percabeth
Prompt: "Tell me..."
Word count: 560
"Tell me, Percy," Annabeth spoke up after a long silence. "What did you first think when you first got back all you memories?"
They were walking along the bank of the River Tiber, a quiet afternoon stroll, just the two of them.
"Oh, me? That I wanted to wring di Angelo's neck into tiny, tiny knots for lying and telling me that he couldn't remember me."
"And?"
"Err, and that our carriage wouldn't break apart before reaching the Camp?"
She told herself that it was okay. "And..?"
"Hope the Porpoise giant wasn't going to kill me?"
"In regards to your memories?"
"Uhh… that I was glad to have them back. You have no idea how it feels like to have a vacuum on your head. Major headache, that." He shook his head looking like he couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe it either.
"Nothing else at all?"
"Umm, worried about what everyone in Camp Half-Blood was thinking?"
"You better had worried about that. Eight months? You were gone for eight months, Percy Jackson!"
"Hey!" he held up his hands in surrender. "Don't blame me! Hera did it!"
She disregarded the protest and rounded up on him, blocking his path and glaring up at the son of Poseidon. Percy had gained another couple of inches within the absence, and there was something completely different about his physique as well. He wasn't wearing those ridiculous togas, just a regular t-shirt and slacks; but she couldn't help noticing that he seemed to have an aura of a king, a renewed aura of power now. He had matured even more since the battle last August. Annabeth disregarded (or tried to disregard) the fact, and looked straight into his eyes. It was like looking into the deep ocean, if the deep ocean was backing away before her glare in defense and trying to look like I'm-sorry-please-forgive-me-it's-not-my fault!
"You remembered nothing else?"
"Err…"
She dropped her eyes and walked away. "I hate you, Seaweed Brain."
He ran up to her and pulled her back. They were right at the edge of the river, the water frothing and churning as if it was highly amused at the drama.
"I don't."
She looked away.
"Okay, wise girl," he said, looking every bit as a highly embarrassed sixteen-year old king should look like, "I know that you wanted to know if I remembered you… but…"
The daughter of Athena looked at something very distant in the horizon, pretending that she couldn't hear and didn't care. She had been caught in a constant worry for eight months, day-in and day-out, and he didn't even… even…
"…but I never forgot you, Annabeth. You were the only memory I had when I first woke up, the only person I could remember. You… you were the reason I didn't want to give up. I wanted to find you again. I… I knew that you were looking for me…"
He was so cute when he was blushing.
Annabeth looked back at him, surprised and shocked. It was news to her; Percy had mentioned nothing like that at the meeting of camps.
"I... uhh…" he drifted off and grinned awkwardly. Annabeth did the only highly logical and sensible thing that fit the occasion, a decision worthy of Athena. She laughed and put her hands around him and kissed him, toppling them both into the river.
A/N: This just a lot of short drabbles, each written on a character whose name starts with the letter corresponding to the chapter number, from one to twenty-six/A-Z. Will portray many different ships and situations and blahblahblah as I like. :P
Did I mention that this one is also for the Project Phoenix's Word Prompt writing challenge? I just did! xD
Read, enjoy, and don't forget to review! :D
Next - B for Beckendorf.
Edit: Many thanks for Silver Moon Huntress for the correction. Thank you! :) Yes, it was a tiny slip in my part; I stand humbly corrected. o3o