Fireworks
In which Percy discovers the balance between love and life...
"Percy!" Annabeth held onto the blazing stone. She screamed out his name over and over. It hurt.
He watched as the flames licked at his chest, hoping to proclaim their next victim. He inhaled smoke and exhaled sadness. He wanted out of this tiny box the world set him in. But he couldn't.
"Percy!" It was Annabeth again. Her face was morphed into pain and her hand was becoming blistered and red. "Percy!"
It was hopeless.
Didn't she know he couldn't save her? He'd just kill himself. And he has a family to go back to.
He wants a family to come back to.
Percy blinked as Annabeth cried out his name once again. He wanted a life with Annabeth. His world would crumble all around him without that girl. That beautiful, wonderful girl.
She was dying.
He'd lose himself in the process.
He took action immediately. "Annabeth!"
"Percy!"
They called out to each other. It was like a game of catch that went on forever. If the ball didn't come back, then the glove would be alone. And neither were ready for that time.
He pulled her into his arms as soon as she healed. He hadn't seen her in a week, for she had been in the infirmary.
"I am so sorry."
Annabeth kissed him.
There weren't any fireworks. There weren't any sparks. It was just Percy and Annabeth. The Impossible Duo. The Unstoppable Pair.
Together, they could take on the world.
Alone, they were useless.
"Annabeth."
"Percy."
