Author's Notes

Hey Guys!

Okay, so as it's Easter I decided that it would be appropriate to write a suitably linked short-fic, and Percabeth just seemed to fit the best!

Hope you all enjoy it, please drop a review and let me know what you think. I'll definitely be writing more so hang in there!

Hattie x

Percy was excited, he felt like a hyperactive child with ADHD, oh, wait. He perched on the arm of the sofa, his knees jiggling with anticipation; he'd been up since six o'clock finding the best hiding places he could. It was Easter Sunday, and all week Percy had been scrounging the supermarkets and local convenience stores for a multitude of brightly patterned Easter eggs. He didn't think Annabeth had ever had an Easter egg hunt before, she was going to love this!

He glanced at the clock, reading the time 8:10, and his grin became even wider if possible. Annabeth's first alarm would be going off in their bedroom, and if Percy knew her well enough, which he did, he would hear the resounding thud of the poor, defenceless clock hitting the wall right about…THUD-now. He chuckled, and swung his legs out, launching himself off the arm of the sofa and casually sauntered down the hall towards the bedroom. He opened the door to reveal a very dishevelled mass of blonde curls. Cautiously he shuffled towards the bed and gentle reached out, using his index finger to prod Annabeth's shoulder. A sleepy groan sounded and the tired lump of human that Percy proudly called his girlfriend shifted, burying her face in the pillows. He prodded her again, repeating the action over and over, and spoke softly in her ear.

"Annabeth, wakey wakey…Annabeth wake up…rise and shine Wise Girl." He suddenly pulled back as a slender limb shot out and narrowly missed his face before flopping back onto the mattress like a wet fish.

"Bugger off Percy." She mumbled sleepily, rolling onto her back and slamming a pillow over her face. Percy sighed theatrically, placing his hands on his hips in a very feminine manner. He'd really hoped it wouldn't have to come to this, but he had a feeling that Annabeth wasn't going to be very cooperative otherwise.

"That's not very nice," he said mockingly, attempting to use the stern tone she always used when he annoyed her. He yanked the pillow from her and strode across the carpeted floor towards the window and flung open the curtains, smirking in satisfaction as he watched Annabeth curl up on her side in a futile attempt to hide from the light. Despite being the most organised, intelligent, accomplished person Percy knew, Annabeth was the worst for getting out of bed in the morning.

"Neither was that!" she complained, struggling to shield her eyes from the blinding sunlight as it streamed in through the window. Percy smirked, but he wasn't going to stop there; he moved back towards the bed and leant over, grabbing the duvet and dragging the entire thing off the sleepy female demigod and dumping it unceremoniously on the floor. "Or that!" she shrieked, tucking her knees up to her chest and pulling her t-shirt over them. Well, it was actually Percy's t-shirt and, as he was about twice Annabeth's size, it looked ridiculously oversized on her. And her hair, in all complete honesty, seemed to be having an identity crisis.

"Well, somebody wasn't getting up." He laughed and strategically dodged a pillow that otherwise would have smacked him in the face, "not feeling particularly friendly this morning either I see."

"I will end you." She muttered, glaring menacingly as she reluctantly dragged herself off of the mattress and snatched up her old Camp Half Blood jumper, pulling it over her tangled locks. "Why did you even feel the need to come and forcefully drag me away from comfort?"

"I have a surprise." Percy said proudly, grinning cheekily, knowing that this would grab her attention and pull it away from plotting his inevitably long, drawn out murder.

Annabeth raised an eyebrow sceptically over her shoulder, making her way through the apartment and into the kitchen.

"And what surprise, pray tell, is this?" she asked as she filled the kettle, opening the cupboard above her head and reaching for her favourite mug; she really needed her morning dose of caffeine.

"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise now would it?" Percy teased, snaking his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. Annabeth smiled and pushed her hand into his face, playfully pushing his head back. "But," he continued, "I might be willing to give you a clue. On one condition."

"What condition would that be, Seaweed Brain?" she asked, watching the kettle steam as the water inside bubbled away.

"Make me a famous 'Coffee a la Chase'?" He pleaded, pouting and putting on the puppy dog eyes, why he felt the need to do that, Annabeth would never know. She rolled her eyes and once again opened the cupboard, reaching in for Percy's hilariously childish 'Finding Nemo' mug. "Yes!" he exclaimed, pulling back and doing a little victory dance before swooping in and giving Annabeth an affectionate peck on the cheek. She laughed, throwing her head back and once again rolling her eyes at his childlike antics.

"You're such an idiot." She said, getting the coffee and preparing their morning beverages.

"Yeah, so?" He asked, hopping up onto the counter and leaning his head back against the shelves, "You love me for it." He added, winking at Annabeth.

"Hmm, yes I do." She agreed, pouring the boiling water over the coffee granules, a steaming exotic aroma filling the tiny kitchen. Retrieving a teaspoon from the cutlery draw she stirred the mixture. "So where's this clue you promised me huh?"

"Ah yes, the clue." Percy hopped back off the counter and crossed the tiles to the fridge, opening the magical box and removing what looked to Annabeth like-

"A chocolate crispy cake?" She said disbelieving, grabbing the mugs and moving to sit at the round table by the door.

"Not just any chocolate crispy cake," Percy said in earnest, taking a seat opposite and pushing it toward her, "What's it got on top of it?" Annabeth peered over the top of her mug and looked closely at the sweet treat that lay ever so temptingly in front of her.

"Mini eggs." She stated flatly. What was he trying to get at? She wondered as she watched him take a sip of his 'Coffee a la Chase'.

"Very good," he said patronisingly, revelling in the warning glare she shot at him over the table, "And mini eggs on a chocolate crispy cake symbolise…?" He stared at her and waved his hand in a 'continue' motion, as if attempting to speed up her thought process. She through him a sceptical glance, swallowing her mouthful of liquid caffeine and giving him a pointed 'Just tell me before I end you' stare. "Ugh! Easter, Wise Girl! It's Easter Sunday! Honestly, I thought you were supposed to be smart."

"I am smart, thank you very much!" She protested, "What's so exciting about Easter anyway?"

"What's so exciting about Easter?! My dear beloved Annabeth, have you ever had an Easter egg hunt?" He pressed, leaning eagerly over the table top and staring into her bemused face. "You know what, don't answer that, you are having an Easter egg hunt. Nope, no arguments." He said, holding up a hand to silence the obvious protest that attempted to voice itself. "You can go and get dressed, once you've finished your daily caffeine fix of course, and then you are meeting me downstairs in the lobby." Before Annabeth had time to respond, Percy had downed the rest of his coffee and leapt away.

Annabeth rested her elbow on the table and held the bridge of her nose, what's the worst harm it'll do? She asked herself and she shrugged, finishing her beverage and taking both mugs and dumping them in the sink. She'd do those later after lunch, but first, she had an Easter egg hunt to prepare for. She'd never had one before, and even though she tried her best to seem uninterested, she couldn't stop that little flutter of excitement from sparking in her stomach.