Percy Jackson

I do not own any part of the Percy Jackson novels by Rick Riordan and the following sequence is entirely imaginary.

Camp Chores

Annabeth's POV

It was so dark, I didn't need my Yankees cap to sneak across the space between cabins 6 and three; the common area was always deserted at this time of night. I cautiously knocked on the door of the Poseidon cabin, shuffling from foot to foot uncomfortably – it was bloody cold out.

"Percy," I hissed, barely resisting the urge to beat my fist against the door. "Percy!"

The door creaked open an inch. "Took you long enough," I muttered, pushing my way in only to stand on Lord Poseidon's toes (he let out a slightly girlish squawk).

"Annabeth..." Percy said with an apologetic smile. "Wrong cabin?"

I was going to KILL him. Literally. I almost snapped out I was here by invitation, but the look Poseidon was giving me left no room for positive interpretation.

"Well, Miss Chase, it's a bit late to be out and about now isn't it?" Poseidon smiled knowingly. He turned to Percy with one of those, I'm doing this to deliberately set you up type looks. "Did I come at a bad time? Really Percy, you should have just said you had plans."

"We don't," I ground out, pressing my nails into the palms of my hands.

"Oh really? 'Cause it sure looks like it."

We stood in an awkward triangle, glancing in silence at one another and wondering who was going to have to leave first – I knew, out of respect for a god, it should be me but I'd dragged myself out of bed to come see Percy, and I didn't like to give up good hours of sleep for nothing.

Suddenly, the fountain in the cabin began to shimmer and mum's image popped up. Her grey eyes stared piercingly at me saying I know what you were intending to do tonight. I smiled uneasily at her. "Hello mum. Umm... Anything good on Olympian TV at the moment?"

I think that was literally the stupidest question of all time.

Athena looked at me as if I were crazy. I shrugged, rocking from my toes to my heels. I felt the sudden urge to burst out laughing; I began to shake silently. Percy noticed and also began to chuckle;

"Annabeth," he said suddenly, "is it just me or is my cabin suddenly very crowded?"

Conning on, I nodded. "Definitely."

"Why don't we leave them to chat?" He took my hand and walked out. Quickly.

Percy's POV

Oops. Just pissed off my dad and Annabeth's mum... Oh well, my bad.

I led her to the beach, loving the feeling of the sand between my toes.

"Well... That was good."

Annabeth eyed me, almost as if I had just grown an extra eye and horns. "Oh yes. That's really how I wanted my mum to discover how serious our relationship is."

I shrugged. "Could've been worse," I mused, sitting down on the sand. I let go of her hand as she dropped down beside me, snuggling into my side. She sighed. I began to toy gently with a strand of her buttery hair, and as I did began to pull softly at the ocean before us; I concentrated and the water formed human figures, beginning to act out some Greek play I was sure Annabeth would love.

She watched, captivated, her head resting on my shoulder. "Amazing," she breathed.

I nodded as I began to doze off. "Yes," I agreed. "You are."