I don't own Percy Jackson or Heroes of Olympus.
I know these technically aren't drabbles, but I classify anything between 100 and 500 words as a drabble. 'Short one-shot' doesn't really have the same ring to it.
Fall
Annabeth woke up to growls.
She stayed perfectly still; she knew that if there was some monster near to her, there was a strong possibility it couldn't see well and she just might be able to get away once he passed. She tried to move her hand to just hold onto her dagger, but realised just then that it was being tightly grasped by another hand. Turning her head, she almost gasped when the memories flooded into place.
The fall. Oh gods, the fall. The fear gripping her heart and chasing away anything else as she went down and down. Percy holding her hand, the other one having let the ledge go so that they didn't have to be apart.
He was still holding it now. His eyes were closed, but he didn't seem to be wounded. Neither did she, actually.
"Percy," she whispered as quietly as she could.
He woke and sat up slowly to look at their surroundings. "We… where… are you alright?"
She nodded and sat up too. "Percy, you shouldn't have done that."
He pushed his hair out of his eyes. "Would you rather I had let you fall? I couldn't have done that, Annabeth. And anyway, we're still alive."
The growling crept up a notch at the word alive.
Annabeth could see the hope in Percy's eyes, but couldn't feel any herself.
Of course, he could read her. Touching her cheek he said, "I will get you out of here, Annabeth. I promise."
But then he was distracted by something over her shoulder. And his next words chased any hope that could have lingered.
"Arachne's moving."
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