Title: Growing Feelings

Author: Perca alannalover

Feedback: Yes please

Summary: Percy and Clarisse have a friendly moment after Annabeth and Grover die.

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson or the characters

Spoilers: Nope.

Pairing: None

Warnings: Character death.

Beta'd: Not beta'd

Author's Note: My sister was having a 'Killing Grover' thing, and I got inspired to write this. ENJOY!

The war is over, but I can't be happy not after what happened, two of the people I love the most died during this horrid war, Annabeth and Grover.

I can see Thalia in the corner nearly crying her eyes out. I know I should go over and try to comfort her, but frankly all I want to do is follow her example, to find a dark corner, to cry in peace, to stop pretending to be okay.

Slowly I turn and run out of the Empire State building, of New York, all the way to camp.

Once I get there I keep running, past some of the campers who'd come back early, Clarisse on the crest of the hill yelling after me as I run "Percy?"

I don't want to talk to anyone especially not to her. I think.

I see vaguely Connor in the doorway to the Hermes cabin only half hiding his tears for Travis his brother had been lost as well.

I keep running into my cabin and to the drawer in my desk pulling out inscincense, holders, and matches arranging them on the floor, and lighting about eight sticks.

I lay down in the middle letting loose the flood of tears I'd been holding back.

I don't know how long I lay there it could have been five minutes, it could have been half an hour before the door opens.

I don't look thinking that it's probably Chiron or Thalia but the voice that comes is neither it's Clarisse "Percy?"

"Go away." I say half hearted.

I'm not sure if I want her to or not.

She doesn't move but says "Inscincense, I didn't know you burn it."

"I don't… normally." I say sitting up.

"Look, I know your upset," She steps closer to me. "but you shouldn't cut yourself off…"

"I'm not going to," I interrupt. "it's just that… they're the two who I connected with first, well besides Luke but he turned evil, and is dead now two so he doesn't really count."

"No, not really… how can you breath in here?"

"What?"

"How can you breath with eight sticks burning?"

"I didn't notice."

"Are you going to be okay?"

I didn't answer not sure how to, but she starts again before I get the chance.

"I should rephrase that, your going to be okay, we'll make sure of that."

I got the feeling we were going to get along almost to being friends after this.