10: A Realistic Logical Ideologist
Summary: The normal rules of truth and ideals are gone when you're a smart demigod.
Pairing(s): PercyxAnnabeth.
Genre: General, I guess. Maybe Comfort, or Friendship too.
World: Canon. Kinda Annabeth's life in a vague way up to Percy's disappearance, although it's not mentioned.
Warnings: I'm biased about this song.
Song(s) listened to while writing: A Realistic Logical Ideologist by IA.
Disclaimer: I didn't read MoA, which means I didn't write it.
Date Written: 07/10/2012
In most schools, Annabeth had been a freak, even back to the very beginning.
All the teachers, her family, and even her sneering classmates would admit the fact that the blond girl with stormy gray eyes was clever, smart, and dare they use that word to describe such a young child, wise.
Yet they couldn't deny her ADHD, her dyslexia, and the strange fact that whenever she was around, something unusual seemed to happen.
She didn't care, and at the age of seven, she stopped coming to school. She ran away, meeting a new family. One that actually loved her despite her oddness, because amongst them, she was normal.
Normal, but still smart. It was amazing, this feeling of acceptance for who she was.
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Dreams don't last long, and that's both a curse and a blessing. No matter how horrific the nightmare, or how sweet the fantasies, as soon as you waken, they're gone from you.
Smart people ignore their dreams, and live in the real world. But Annabeth, she wasn't just a smart person, she was also a demigod.
Demigod dreams were far too important, and so her dreams had just as much as a voice in her decisions as her hard, cold logic.
It made things confusing in 'real life'.
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Back in school, she couldn't help but wince at all the words, the black dried ink marching on the plain white. If this was Greek, she'd have finished reading and analyzing all the information gathered from them, but this wasn't the language that her brain was hardwired for, and as such they floated off the page in her eyes, taunting her as she struggled to make sense that in the end she was still a young person in this society no matter how much experience she had in making fool-proof strategies and in slashing down monsters with nothing but a knife.
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When their planning teacher came in for a talk on their future, Annabeth let out a silent laugh lacking in emotion. The demigod lifespan wasn't that long enough for her to have to take the slow way.
Like all demigods, she'd have to take the fast and hard way, with fast and hard rules.
Besides, she already had a job. Official Architect of Olympus.
She kept her mouth shut and her hands down when the woman asked if any of them had a job at the moment. They'd only laugh at her in the hateful, patronizing way she'd grown all too used to, or frown for 'joking'.
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She remembered telling Percy that her new school was amazing, once. The program for building structures that would last a thousand years, how it would help her once she started….
It did, when she was given the task of restoring Olympus to its former glory and beyond, but that wasn't quite enough. The school, San Francisco…
It wasn't where she belonged. In a world of grays that all knew each other, she was like a splotch of colour, paint on a nice piece of cloth that ruined the entire piece.
As much as her actual family made her feel more comfortable, nothing quite replaced camp in her heart where society didn't try to strangle unique individuals into obediance.
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So in winter break, when she could go back to camp, Annabeth ran up the hill, not even acknowledging Peleus or Chiron or anyone else, and nearly knocked Percy down with an enthusiastic hug and kiss that had half of camp whistling and cheering.
This, this place where logic and magic and fact and myth could mix and coexist comfortably, where she could really be the smart girl that was a hero instead of the smart-but-has-learning-disabilities-oh-how-so-sad, could be with Percy, was where she belonged.