Hey it's LaFrae and this is my second attempt at writing FanFiction for . This is a Percy Jackson fic pairing both Clarisse and Percy. The main backstory of this fic is different from the books. The entire first book is cannon and the second book is slightly cannon mixed with the movie verse.

tl;dr - In-Depth Backstory: This fic is mainly from the movieverse but mixed with the books as well. The ages of all characters match those of the movieverse version, making Percy sixteen in the Lightning Thief and seventeen in the Sea of Monsters, thus making him nineteen in this fic as it takes place two years after the events of the Sea of Monsters.

But a few events from the books – such as the toilet scene from the Lightning Thief – would have occurred. Everything after the second book did NOT occur, so no The Titans Curse, The Battle of the Labyrinth,or The Last Olympian.I'm sorry if any of those books were your favourites but this fic is to appeal mostly to those who watched the movies rather than the books. I will try not to disappoint. There will be a lot of blanks but I will try my best to fill them in through the story.

Other than that, I don't want to spoil a few major things.

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson or any of the characters, but I do own this fic and the plot.

-Calm Waters-

Percy's eyes shot open to the sound of thunder and instinctively reached for the pen hidden away in the inner pocket of his jacket. Realising it wasn't needed; he relaxed his arm. He was lying near the lakeside, secluded between a few trees; he found this area a few years back when he was exploring the grounds of the campsite. Nobody ever wanders in these parts of the camp or on this side of the lake, so it was a perfect place to relax and get away from it all: the pressure, the workload, and the expectations...

Another crack of thunder signalled the beginning of rain; Percy saw this to be the work of nature and not the gods, so he tossed away any thoughts of a conflict between his father and his uncle.

The light rain began to get to him through the trees so he pushed himself onto his feet and made his way to the little cabin on the right. The cabin was made completely of wood and was constructed all by the hands of Percy Jackson. After preventing the release of Kronos a two years ago, he received a side effect from handling Tartarus with his bare hands, something that should never be done as the power emitted from Kronos affected the hull of Tartarus as well.

He began to experience sudden rage from anything at anytime. Chiron advised Percy to distract himself, thus the construction of the cabin at the lakeside.

Acquiring the materials wasn't hard for Percy as trees surround the Camp. Every morning, he would make his way to the forest with a lumberjacks axe on his shoulder. He had to walk far from the camp, as he did not want to cut the trees near Thalia's, instead deeper in the forest where the trees were smaller and more secluded. It only took two trees to construct the cabin, though chopping the logs was not an easy task for Percy.

He'd assumed lumber jacking was an easy job, but once the tree falls, there was more than just carrying the logs to the area in which he would construct the cabin. He had to chop it into smaller bits and carry a few to the workshop near the Hephaestus Cabin, where he would slice them into the shapes he needed. Though he was cured within the month, Percy still working on and finished the cabin. Since then, he's been using the cabin as a personal getaway.

Percy entered the cabin and ever did it feel welcoming. He decorated it a bit with the items in his Cabin, one of them being a trident of course. He outfitted the cabin to be a mini cabin, another place he could rest in peace, so he built a bed and even had a mini fridge and a stove in the corner, and a couch. Outside was where he built a table and two chairs, though he never planned to show anyone the cabin other than Annabeth.

There were only two light sources in the cabin, the window, and the lamp hanging from the centre of the ceiling with a little flame in the middle of it. The special thing about the flame was that it could never go out, a gift from one of the Hephaestus kids. Percy hopped onto the bed and laid his head on the pillow, locking his hands together and setting them on his chest. It'd been a simple day of training his swordsmanship, which really did not need any improvement as his powers gave him skills in that by default, as proven on his first week at Camp Half-Blood.

He returned to relaxing as he closed his eyes and listened to the raindrop onto the surface of the lake or the wood of the rooftop and the occasional sound of thunder.

A few minutes into his relaxation, Percy heard footsteps on the other side of the door, stepping on twigs and mud. He raised his head a little, waiting to hear if he/she were approaching the door or not. The sound of the nob turning certainly caught his attention. Once again, he reached for his pen, this time drawing it from his pocket. He unclipped the end and the blade sprung into action silently.

The door opened slowly and ever so dramatically as if the person on the other side was scanning the room before entering. Percy grabbed and flung the door open and pointed his sword threateningly under the chin of the intruder.

Percy's eyes widened as he discovered who it was. Clarisse La Rue, the daughter of Ares, and his rival, was standing before him, her hair drenched from the rain and hands pulling her denim jacket tightly around her chest. He could tell she was startled by his actions and was staring down at the blade pointed at her neck.

"Clarisse? What are you doing here?" he asked, demanding an answer. Their feud had been going on since his first week in Camp Half-Blood and never had it stopped. Clarisse had been at his throat ever since he drenched her with his powers the first week he was year. Since then, she had been competitive and cold-blooded towards him. So Clarisse being at his doorstep was definitely not expected.

"I was relaxing by the lakeside and it started raining dipshit. So of course I was looking for some shelter." She said in an angry tone. "So would you put the goddamn sword down Jackson and let me in."

"How am I supposed to trust you Clarisse? I tried that before, the result wasn't satisfactory." Percy reminded. Although Percy did slightly believe her as he noticed her teeth chattering and hands were shaking. Though she tried to sound bossy towards Percy, he knew in truth she wanted his help.

"Percy p-please...It's really cold and tired out here..." She said softly towards him. Never had Percy saw this kind of action from Clarisse; no less hear her say the word "please". He couldn't deny it was cold, it was the beginning of winter and the weather in the state only just began to get cooler, combined with it being the late afternoon and the rainfall, it would be freezing out there.

He withdrew his sword and wrapped an arm around her as he guided her into the cabin. He shut the door behind them, locking it afterwards.

Percy sat Clarisse on the couch and stood before her, wondering what to do about it. He couldn't leave her there and warm herself up in her damp clothes. Truthfully, he wanted to use his powers to easily withdraw all the water from her clothes and skin, but then there was the tattoo. She received it from her father when she requested a gift for her birthday. It's a seal that prevents Demi-God kinetic abilities from affecting her. Thus a tattoo was burned onto her skin out of thin air as a gift from Ares. So his powers were useless on Clarisse, which means he would have to warm her up the hard and physical way.

There was a slim locker beside the minibar filled with a couple of his clothes and towels. He retrieved a towel and proceeded back to Clarisse. He went to grab her jacket but she pulled away and glared at him silently.

His sea green eyes stared into her chocolate eyes, his eyes told her he wanted nothing more but to help her, and that was all she needed. She relaxed herself and Percy went to grab the jacket again. She brought her hands to her side and let him pull the jacket off her shoulders.

She was wearing a light blue bikini top underneath. Percy was surprised, but it didn't tear his focus away from mission at hand. He threw the towel over her shoulders, rubbing her on the sides in an effort to dry her wet body. The whole time, Clarisse was staring at Percy, relentlessly trying to help her.

She hated this about him, how he was so good to anyone when they needed it, it didn't matter who you were, or what you did, he would help you and never ask for anything in return. Chiron called it a hero-complex, something both Perseus and Hercules possessed. It made Percy a very likeable guy, and the last thing she planned on doing in her life was liking Perseus Jackson. She never wanted to admit loss when Percy blasted her when she met him, so she established a rivalry between them, as a way to prevent herself from losing and apologising to him. She kept a competitive relationship that would make her feel dominant and above Percy.

And then there is now, she came running from the lakeside where she had been relaxing far away from the camp. It was freezing and the only shelter she could find was the cabin she resides in now. And of all the people to be behind the door is Percy Fucking Jackson. Of course after some blunt convincing, he let her in and helped her, no more questions asked. She didn't know how to react to him, she tried to find a way to keep herself from being weak and be strong, but she was shivering and freezing, she didn't want to admit it but she wanted his help. And then she felt a tug on her shoulders, Clarisse hadn't noticed, but Percy was standing, his hands under his arms, trying to pull her to her feet. Percy well noticed the look of confusion in her eyes but nevertheless she stood up, her hands gripping the towel tightly.

He guided her to the bed in the corner of the cabin; Clarisse hesitated for a second but was reassured when Percy said the soft words "Trust me". Clarisse was terrified, her heart began to race and her breathing quickened slightly. She was scared, not because he was bringing her to bed, but because of what he said.

Never had he asked for trust from Clarisse, nor had he ever asked anything of her, but the first time he ever have, when he asked her to trust him, she never felt so accepting and trusting. She doesn't fully trust a lot people in her life, not even her father Ares, not even her best and closest friends, just probably Chiron and her mother. But then there is Percy, her longest Rival and enemy, and when he asks for her trust, She felt as if she could trust him with her life.

'What kind of mind games is he playing?' She thought.

Percy lifted the bedcovers and turned Clarisse around so that she was facing him, their eyes meeting once more. Clarisse finally found her voice when he reached for the towel.

"Stop treating me like I'm weak Prissy" she said in an attempt to sound strong. Percy flashed her a smile as he removed the towel and went straight to lifting her legs into the bed and under the sheets. She fell onto her back and her head found the pillow. Clarisse was being nursed and tucked by Percy Jackson, her cheeks coloured to a shade of crimson as the thought entered her mind.

Percy brought the covers over her chest and just below her chin. She looked at him and said as firmly as she could

"If a word of this ever gets out, so help me I will-"

"-End me, destroy me, mutilate me, make me suffer, yes okay. Let's not worry about that now all right? Now just warm up, perhaps get some rest." Percy said as he stood up. He headed towards the couch.

"I'll be right here-" he says sitting down on the couch "-if you need anything."

A soft smile plastered on his face as he laid his head back. Clarisse struggled to prevent herself from showing more weakness by thanking him, but she knew in her heart he deserved so much more than that. She opened her mouth to say the one thing she assumed she'd regret saying, but her tire got the best of her and soon, her eyes, which were locked onto Percy's resting figure, slowly shut as she succumbed into unconsciousness.