Flying, she thought, I'm flying.
Had Annabeth Chase not been falling to her doom the feeling of flying would be interesting. However, she was falling into the pits of Tartarus. The closer she got to the bottom the more she felt her mind unhinge. The only factor the demigod was sure of was that someone was holding her tightly.
Right, that was Percy. Percy was holding her so that when they fell she would be safer. The blond felt a flood of guilt. A war in her head fought between letting him cover her and personally breaking the fall for him. It was curious that she could have long thoughts, many of them, before hitting the ground. In fact it reminded her of a time when she was young. Her and Luke were climbing trees, but Annabeth fell. Before she hit the ground she thought she would die. It was pathetic to die not from monsters but from falling, in her opinion.
Then her mind wandered to Luke. Luke was her best friend. Sure, she held romantic feelings for him when she was younger, but they were a strange distorted version of respect and friendship. Luke was strong, she remembered. Once Annabeth hit the ground from that tree he jumped down himself and pulled her to her feet. His hands were calloused and firm, but they touched her softly.
They were rather like the hands that wrapped around her at that moment. As she got farther away from the world of the living, Annabeth realized that it was indeed Luke she needed. Luke was the one holding her. Luke with his bright eyes, charming smile, and sandy hair. He was always there for her. Luke was someone she could rely on no matter the circumstances. She then realized that her eyes had been closed the whole time she was flying.
The grey eyes burst open. The first thing they noticed was darkness. The second thing they noticed was a man's chest. It was a lean chest that she was being held against. Not exactly the same feel as Luke's, this chest was more of a swimmer's. It reminded her of someone, but she wouldn't remember the name.
A list of names went off, not that it mattered. She was flying forever, so she could so what she pleased. The list was Michael, Grover, Ethan, Castor, and something on the edge of her brain. It was a cold name, but she knew it warmly. An old name suddenly greeted her. The name was Perseus, or rather Percy. What a nice name, Annabeth thought. She would very much like to protect this Percy. He might be scared. Flying was a bit traumatic the first time.
Difficultly the blond moved her arms around his back. She held him back, just like he held her. The girl didn't know where Luke went, he must have flown away, but she didn't mind this Percy. He wasn't Luke, but as they fell into Tartarus she felt at home in his embrace.