This is just a cute one-shot about Percy and Annabeth, enjoy!
Disclaimer: As many letters as I write, Rick Riordan just won't give Percy Jackson to me, so I don't own any of it.
It was freezing outside. Normally Annabeth loved the cold, but when the bus broke down in the middle of December and she was forced to walk five miles through the snow, she loved it a lot less. She looked up and squinted through the flurry of snow. Only one more block to the apartment. Annabeth trudged to the steps of the house she shared with Percy. Her boots were caked in muddy snow, and her red coat was soaked through. It was times like this that she missed the constant sunshine of California. Shivering, she took out her keys. With her shaking hands, it took three tries before she got the key in the lock. Annabeth sighed with relief when the door clicked open; the minute she stepped inside warmth flooded through her.
"Percy, I'm home," she called. There was a small crash from the kitchen before he peeked his head around the corner, looking her up and down with concern.
"Gods Annabeth, you look frozen solid. What happened?" He asked.
"I had to walk home, the bus broke down." Annabeth explained through chattering teeth. She peeled the wet jacket off and dropped it to the floor, ignoring the small pools of water gathering around it.
"Why didn't you call me?" Annabeth lifted her head at those words and glared at him.
"You're right! Why didn't I think of calling my boyfriend with a car? Of course I called you Seaweed Brain, check your phone." He pulled the phone out of his pocket and turned it on, then looked back up at her, a sheepish grin on his face.
"Uh, sorry?"
"You better be," Annabeth said, a mock frown settling across my face.
"I'm really sorry," Percy said, taking her teasing to heart.
"It's okay, I just got to get something to warm me up," Annabeth told him, starting towards the kitchen.
"No!" He jumped in front of her and shepherded her to the stairs. "You should go get something warm on. I'll make you some hot chocolate!"
"It better be some damn good hot chocolate to make up for that walk," she muttered.
Annabeth walked into their bedroom and smiled. It was messy but clean, a kind of organized chaos that suited them. Percy must have cleaned, Annabeth thought. Their dresser had finally been cleared of the laundry. On top was a picture of her, Percy, and Grover when they were twelve. They were dirty and had bags under their eyes, but were grinning wildly at the camera. Annabeth smiled at it, she couldn't believe it had been a decade since their first journey.
Stripping off her wet clothes, she jumped in the shower. The pelting heat melted the cold from her body. Annabeth dried off and pulled on sweatpants and a T-shirt she had stolen from Percy. She headed back downstairs in search of her hot chocolate. She was about to call out to Percy, when two warm hands wrapped around her eyes.
She jumped in shock, and in five seconds flipped the person to the ground. With their hands off her eyes, she realized she was staring down at Percy.
"Gods Wise Girl, it's just me."
"You almost gave me a heart attack Seaweed Brain!"
"I just trying to do the romantic surprise thing," he groaned. Annabeth laughed.
"When have surprises ever been a good thing for demigods?"
"You have a point there," he conceded.
"So, what was the surprise?" She asked, her curiosity peaked.
"It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you."
"Hmm, maybe there is more than just seaweed in that head of yours," she joked.
"Let me cover your eyes, it'll be more dramatic that way."
"Whatever you say Seaweed Brain."
"Here, start walking." Annabeth took a tentative step forward onto the carpeted floor of our bedroom.
"Don't let me hit anything," she told him.
"Wouldn't dream of it." He started to guide her through the house.
"Voila," he said as he dropped his hands. She blinked her eyes open.
They were in the kitchen, a cramped area decorated with cookbooks and experimental trinkets, courtesy of Leo, on the counter. On the table two steaming plates of food sat. Pork chops, with asparagus and fresh bread.
"You did all of this Percy?"
"Yeah, I know works been stressful, so I thought this is the least I could do."
"When did you even learn to cook?"
"Hey," he said, flicking her ear. "I'll have you know I've always been a good cook."
Annabeth loved him so much in that moment. Maybe it was the cold impairing her thinking, but she wanted to hold him tight and not let him go until he realized how grateful she felt to have him. They had been through so much, but this small moment seemed as important as any of them.
"It's beautiful," she told him softly. Percy's ears reddened, and he grinned happily.
"I just hope it tastes as good as it looks." His green eyes were sparkling, his hair was messy, and he was staring down at her with so much happiness. Annabeth threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, letting him know how thankful she was. His arms went around her waist and pulled her closer. They stood like that for several moments, wrapped up in each other.
"You're the best."
Percy smiled onto Annabeth's head. "I know," was his reply. She laughed and pulled back a bit to grab his hand.
"Come on, let's eat!" She said.
"What! No kiss for the chef?" He complained. Annabeth grinned then reached up and pulled him down to her. The kiss was sweet, warm and welcome. After what felt like minutes, she drew away and rested her head on his chest.
"I love you," she told him, my voice slightly muffled.
"I love you too."
Aww, I love Percabeth! Thanks for reading. :)
