A/N: Hey everyone! After a long summer away without a laptop, I'm finally back! Who knows if anyone actually cares…
Anyways, to start off my return to the fanfic business, I've decided to begin with a classic Percabeth oneshot.
Here goes!
Percy's mind was reeling.
And not from the fact that Annabeth and he had just been captured again. That happened often enough to the two twenty-two year old demigods that it was more or less a part of the weekly schedule. It had reached the point that captures now had categories: lucky, planned, skilled, and threat. Of course, the attempted capture statistics far outmatched the actual number of captures. As famous as the duo was, most monsters had no interest in killing them. They merely wanted the handsome ransom that would most likely come from kidnapping. But, none of them seemed to realize that Percy and Annabeth were famous because they were the most powerful combination since Apollo and Artemis.
But, exhaustion always caught up, and the two eventually would trip up.
Thus, their current predicament. Or, at least part of it.
The other half of the predicament was totally Annabeth's fault. Totally and completely.
Well, sort of her fault.
Her explanation was that as their most recent guards had been carrying her, there had been a stray nail somewhere along the line that had caused this whole problem.
Needless to say, Percy was half furious.
Not furious at her, of course. There was nothing she could do about the problem, as her hands were chained above her head, which was really only making the situation worse.
No, Percy was half furious at the guards who had caused the problem.
As for only being half furious, the poor guy was as mad as he could possibly get in the current situation. And that was because he wasn't getting much oxygen to his brain.
The only explanation for that?
The gigantic bulge in his pants, in turn caused by Annabeth's torn shirt now lying on the floor.
A/N: ;). That's the only thing that can be said.