Title: Faint
Genre: Humor
Rating: K
Word Count: 353
Summary: And then, with the momentum of her words crashing down on him, he fainted.
Everyone knew something was wrong the minute Annabeth stepped into the dining pavilion.
The blonde daughter of Athena walked in slowly, almost hesitantly. Her arms were crossed protectively over her chest, practically daring anyone to try and ask her what was wrong. Her stormy eyes were staring towards the ground, a million miles away from where she was.
As usual, Percy was the first to notice her demeanor, and as usual, he was the first—the bravest—person to confront her.
Striding across the floor, he made his way to the Athena table. This wasn't unusual to see, so most people continued on with their eating, though some eyes did linger to see if Annabeth was going to strangle the son of Poseidon.
Upon arriving, he crouched down on the balls of his feet next to Annabeth, placing a comforting hand on her knee. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked softly. He noticed the way her eyes briefly flashed to him in sadness and regret before looking away once again.
"Nothing," she replied in a vain hope that he would believe it.
But of course, he saw right through that. "Something's wrong." Honestly, he was a little hurt that she felt she couldn't confide in him. "You can tell me anything."
Again, her eyes filled with sadness and apprehension as she stared back into his sea-green eyes. She bit her lip nervously, a tempting action that didn't go unnoticed by Percy. She was so damn beautiful, even when she was nervous and shaky.
Annabeth stared at Percy a minute longer. Her hand had subconsciously drifted over his, grasping his hand tightly. Finally deciding to tell him, she took a deep breath and let it out, slowly leaning forward so that her warm breath tickled his ear.
"I…I think I'm pregnant."
She pulled back anxiously, watching his face for any sign of disappointment, regret, or worst of all, hate. However, she saw no such things. He merely stared at her.
And then he blinked. He continued staring. He blinked again.
And then, as the momentum of her words came crashing down on him, he fainted.
Seeing as most of my muse is stuck on writing the sequel to Artificial Engagement (titled "The Reality of Life") I'm going to write little Percabeth drabbles to keep myself from drowning in the story of Reality of Life. This way I stay sane and write an actual, well-written story.
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-Akatsuki Child