AN: HI GUYS! Alright, so I just saw the Percy Jackson movie (again I should add. Once for the movie, the second time for Logan...) IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE MOVIE DON'T READ THE REST OF THIS PARAGRAPH. Anyway, that scene at the very end where Annabeth and Percy look like they're about to kiss and then they don't and they start fighting inspired this.
It's set the summer after TLO, on the first day of camp. And normally I would never do this, but I actually wrote this to a song, so if you want, whip up Youtube and listen to Shake It by Metro Station while you read. And just one last thing...
Disclaimer: I'm not Rick Riordan. I don't think Rick Riordan posts on Fanfiction, when he could make millions by just publishing the stupid thing.
I swung my blade and it crashed with a clang. A shiver ran through the crowd as they waiting in suspense. I tossed my long, wavy blond hair over my shoulder and narrowed my eyes, attempting to look menacing.
"Your in for it now," I growled.
My opponent laughed and smiled, making my heart beat fast. "Anytime."
I swung the sword around again, cursing mentally as it clashed yet again. I pushed inward, letting loose a series of quick cuts and slashes: up, right, down and left, up again, trying to push through my opponent's defenses.
Camp looked on with interest, their eyes never straying from the fight. I would not lose, that I knew.
I jabbed inward with the sword, followed by an uppercut to the ribs and a sidekick to the gut, but with no avail. I tried to reach and grab the sword, to get my opponent off balance, anything I could do to win.
But that annoying smile just spread across his face. The face I knew so very, very well. The face of a man who has proved himself time and time over. The face that I'd held in my own hands so many times, feeling his cheeks and his smile. The face of true hero. The face of Percy Jackson.
His smile, if possible, spread even more, and his eyes glinted in the sunlight. "Bring it, Wise Girl," he said, playfulness in his voice.
Oh, hell no. There was no way Percy was going to beat me, not in front of the whole camp. Not in first fight of the summer, where we were showing all of the new campers, and there were so many new campers, how it was done.
I slashed again, more quick strikes. Percy, being invincible, could not be cut in any place except one, and even a tiny slash to that one place would kill him. No one except him knew where that place was; well, no one except Percy and me. And so the rules of this game were altered. Which every one of us could grab the other person's sword and point our own at their neck, poised at the jugular for the kill, was the winner. No blood allowed.
I watched Percy closely as his eyes honed in on my sword. Suddenly he lunged, and battle instincts took over. We locked in close combat, forgetting whom it was that we were fighting. It was as if we were dancing. Slashing and cutting and blocking and twirling, the world's most aggressive tango.
Everyone's eyes locked on us as we ducked under each other's arms and swirled our swords behind our backs to block. Years of training and my preference for the knife left us very evenly matched, too evenly matched for my liking.
Celestial bronze clanked together yet again, and the crowd began to scream. They wanted blood, not literally, but a winner. They wanted a winner. "Go! Go! Go!" they screamed, throwing in our names. Not that they really cared who won. Only about a quarter of them actually knew us.
I heard girls screaming for Percy and my blood boiled. He was taken, surely this fight would attest to that.
I turned my attention back to him, watching him fight with total concentration. His deep black hair fell into his eyes, and he shook it back impatiently. Then, of course, there were his eyes themselves. I didn't know anyone else who had such beautiful eyes. A gorgeous sea green that glinted in the sun and twinkled when he smiled. He was amazing, both in physical features and personality, and I loved everything about him.
Swinging my sword again, our eyes met, and for a moment I was lost in his gaze. But only for a moment, and then I was back in the fight.
Our dance got more intense. We threw ourselves at each other, sweating and breathing heavily, desperate to win.
Come on, Annabeth, I thought, you can do this. It's only Percy, after all.But that of course was just the problem. It was Percy. With his stupid invincibility and the way his eyes just made me melt.
I came up from another duck and found myself closer to him than I expected. My face was only inches from his chest, and I couldn't help but wish that we were knife fighting; I would be perfectly posed to win.
Instead Percy used my disoriented second to his advantage. He swung downward with both hands, the sword one swing through and his left grabbing my sword. A second later, he stood about a foot away from me, one sword pointed at my neck, the other resting along his arm behind his back.
I grimaced; waiting for him to brag horrendously, but before the crowd even had a chance to cheer, Percy had covered the distance between us in one easy stride. Both sword slide behind my back, pointed down and away from me as Percy wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me in front of the entire camp.
Honestly, if I lived in an ideal world, I would never leave Percy's arms. But that feeling tripled whenever he kissed me. I could feel every place he was touching me like someone was sending shock waves through my nervous system. It was as if my body was hypersensitive to his touch.
Instinctively, my arms wrapped around his neck and my fingers twisted into his hair. I smiled against his lips as I kissed him. A feeling of true euphoria filled me, and it suddenly didn't matter that all of camp was watching. It didn't matter that somewhere, miles above Manhattan, Poseidon and Athena were glaring at each other, wondering how this disaster hadn't yet been stopped. It didn't matter that Chiron gave a small wolf-whistle, or that I could hear Grover laughing. All that mattered in those few seconds was Percy.
Far too soon, he pulled away. The stadium erupted into cheers as Percy resumed his stance, his sword pointed to my jugular again. His eyes lit up as he smiled. "I win," he said, like a small child who had been awarded a gold star in school.
I looked around at all these new kids. Some grinned, some (all girls) looked horrified that Percy and I were obviously together, some (mostly boys) were reenacting our fight, and some of the younger kids looked disgusted, like little kids always do when people in movies kiss.
I couldn't help but feel a little bitter, even though Percy was invincible. He'd bested me at something, but I knew that no matter how much better he got, he'd never leave me behind.
"You just wait," I told him, "Wait till we get to knife fighting. Then I'll kick your butt."
He smiled, and my heartbeat sped. "We'll see," he said, relaxing and handing my sword back to me.
Chiron smiled at us before addressing the crowd. "Campers!" he called, "Attention! All new campers please report to the Big House for the orientation film. Returnees, to your respective cabins- inspection will occur this afternoon as always."
Kids poured out of the stadium, most of them heading for the Big House. Some trickled off to the cabins, filing in the doors, smiling and waving at friends that they hadn't seen for a year.
As for me, I took Percy's hand and we stood in the middle of the mayhem. I knew I should go back to the Athena cabin; no doubt it was a disaster. But I didn't struggle as Percy pulled me after him. We walked into the Poseidon cabin hand in hand, still in full armor.
The stone building was clean, for once, as neither Percy nor Tyson had been here all year. I looked at the room. There were two bunks in the low, stone room. Percy's shield hung on hook, where he'd obviously placed it on arrival. Evidence of the sea-god was everywhere: in the hippocampi hanging from the ceiling, in the new fountain in the corner, in the mural of the sea on one wall, and in the boy standing in front of me, almost an exact copy of his father.
He'd taken off his armor and laid Riptide, now in pen form, on a table. He came up to where I was leaning against the wall and put one hand on either side of me, leaning in.
"So," Percy asked, "Where were we?" And with that, his lips touched mine, and pure bliss filled my mind.
Yes? No? Whatever... Anyway, I hope you liked it. If you read any of my other stuff you're probably complaining that all I've been writing for lately is Percy Jackson, and I apologize, but I'm just kind of sorta really obsessed with it right now. A review would be very much appreciated, even if just to say that you liked it. However, I would prefer if you told my why or explained something that I did badly. Heck, even flames would be welcome as long as they are explained. Thank you very much and good night.