This is NOT my only fanficton, but is this really something a sane person would put on a main account?

I do not support this paring- it is highly unlikely. We were just laughing about random pairings in yearbook a couple weeks ago. My friend -Borealis is doing another... um... unusual pairing.

Flames expected.

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Annabeth hesitated outside the huge double doors. They towered above her, reminding her that she was fully out of her league. She shouldn't be here.

It was wrong.

Why?

He was the destroyer of her life, her family. How could she love him?

No, she told herself firmly. I don't love him. I just want information about the Titan's plans. And if I pretend to love him...

Thinking these thoughts to herself over and over, as if wishing could make them true, she pushed the door open. It was a strain, even though she was stronger than most people.

There he was, sitting on a large, gold colored armchair. He smiled when he saw her.

"Annabeth."

The way he said the name she hated- the soft tapping sound of the 'b', the way his tongue tapped the roof of his mouth before flicking out on the theta. She shouldn't be here. But her bare toes dug into the thick carpet, not moving. Stupid feet, now pulling her forward.

Her mom would hate her if she found out. Percy would hate her. Grover, Thalia, Nico, Chiron, they would all hate her. The gods would hate her as well.

"Forget them." Her eyes snapped to his golden ones. "I know you're thinking about them. Forget them."

How could you hate someone and yet love them so much? This was stupid. She should be back at camp. Asleep, in her bed... thinking of him, like she had every night for a long time.

"The camp will fail," he said quietly, standing up. He moved towards her slowly. "Perseus-" His distaste showed on his face when he said the name; "will make his choice in two week's time. He will choose the wrong way." He was closer now. She should be drawing her sword. She should be stabbing him.

Yes, Percy probably would choose wrong. He had always chosen wrong. Chosen to leave her, for starters. Four years they had been friends, and-

"Stop thinking about him," he said again. "Perseus left you. Are you not happy with me?"

The boat rocked gently on the waves, and the chandiler's crystals glittered.

She couldn't deny it, though she longed to. No, she longed to long to. She wanted to be wishing for a sword, wanted to want to drive it through his heart.

But she didn't.

And she couldn't lie.

"Yes," she said softly. It was true- she was happy here, toes buried in thick carpet, him moving closer. If only the situation were slightly different.

"Are you?" he said quieter still.

She nodded slowly. "I am happy … Kronos."

His golden eyes glinted as he smiled.

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