Mark of Athena Reunion my way
One-Shot
Percabeth (Percy/Annabeth)
Rated mild T for implied swearing and a very angry Annabeth
Disclaimer: I am a blonde, 12 year old female that lives in the town of Nun-Ya-Bizniss. If you still don't understand, I'll just say it. Rick Riordan owns everything, that lucky duck.
I Missed You, Wise Girl
Percy POV
She was here. Right there in front of him, and all I could do is stand here, frozen.
Fear? Anxiety? Shock? Glue?
I don't know why I didn't move, all I know is that I couldn't. No, seriously. I tried, but literally could not move my legs.
The Argo II, Poseidon perks include knowing everything about every water related item, was descending slowly and gracefully . . . until it lurched and fell the last three feet to the ground.
"MY BABY!" I heard a concerned and serious-but-joking voice screech. "JASON, HOW COULD YOU LET MY BABY FALL?"
What? Jason, the former Praetor dude whose job I unwillingly stole? How could he have prevented the ship from falling? And who cared so much about this ship to refer to it as 'my baby?' A son of Hephaestus?
Wow, I'm curious today.
Suddenly, a plank unfolded from the Argo II, and a short, hyper Latino boy jumped down onto the ground and started checking over the ship. Probably the son of Hephaestus.
Next, a Native American looking girl with choppy hair and weird but beautiful rainbow eyes came barreling down, this time holding a huge white flag. "Repair boy! You were supposed to come out with the flag so they don't attack! Ugh, you're helpless!" She said to the Latino. Then she turned to us and said in a really dreamy voice. "Hello, Romans. We are the Greeks, mostly, but we come in peace. Hence the gigantic white flag I'm holding. Romans, don't attack us, and we will not attack you. Please drop your weapons."
I was broken out of my daydream by a series of CLANG, WOOSH, and THUMPs. I looked around and saw everyone, except me, had dropped their weapons. Even the teddy-bear murderer, Octavian, though he didn't look too happy about it. Figures.
"You didn't have to use charmspeak, Pipes. They trust me. After all, I am, er, was their Praetor," a tall, blonde dude teased as he walked down the plank. I assume he was Jason because of his comment about being Praetor. He kind of reminded me of Thalia. I think she's my cousin or something, daughter of Zeus.
Where the Hades was Annabeth? I was starting to get worried. What if she wasn't part of the Seven. Or did she just not want to come? Oh gods, she probably hated me. Or, what if Hera (Juno, whichever, they're both bit- uh, female dogs) hadn't only taken me? Was Annabeth taken, too? I remember them not liking each other, but would Hera really go that far? What if sh-
Then I saw her.
Her unmistakable princess curls, her ratty old Camp Half-Blood T-shirt, and her stormy grey eyes. She looked like she was arguing with herself and, knowing her, it was probably Logic versus Love.
I'm guessing Love won, because a second later, I saw her marching down the plank with a determined look on her face.
Uh-oh.
"Perseus Jackson," I cringed, "how dare you! First, you are oblivious. I mean seriously! I kissed you after the Sea of Monsters when we were 13, Mt. Saint Helens on the lips when we were 15, and I took a poisoned knife for you when I knew you were invincible in the 2nd Titan War! All of this before we started dating. Second, you let me believe you died in the Mt. Saint Helens explosion, only to have you come back as I'm burning your shroud! And, on top of that, I later find out you were with Calypso. Then, we win the war, start dating, and everything is rainbows and unicorns! But noooo! You just have to make things hard for me. That's my job, Seaweed Brain!"
Good, her resolve is crumbling. She could never stay mad at me for long, right? Right?
"You just had to get stupid fricken Hera to kidnap you for 8 months! Do you know how many people you worried? You mom almost had a heart-attack when I told her! Even your father, Lord Poseidon, came to Camp to ask about you! Did you know Chiron cried? Yes, Chiron, who has seen thousands of heroes be tortured and murdered, cried when we couldn't find you. But I didn't, Percy. I didn't cry, I didn't have an almost-heart-attack. Why? I was too depressed. Apollo himself came to Camp when nobody could figure out why I wasn't eating or sleeping or crying or coming out of your cabin. He declared me Chronically Depressed. You are soooo lucky I love you, or else you wou-"
As soon as she said the word 'love,' I sprinted to her and planted my lips on her's. They tasted like strawberries and determination and-and Annabeth. I don't know how long we kissed, seconds, minutes, hours. It was still not long enough when I pulled apart.
"I missed you, and I love you too, Wise Girl."
End.
Love? Hate? I really don't care either way, considering this is my first Fanfiction. Just a short little one-shot I wrote when I was bored. CONSTRUCTIVE-CRITICISM is very much appreciated, but don't take the time to say, "This totally sucked," or, "This is the worst story ever!" Thank you!