I promised a quick update, and here it is! Hooray! I was going to do another Travis/Katie, but I figured I should do others before I go back to something I've already done. This one's a little Hurt/Comfort. I need suggestions. Feel free to leave me a pairing and I'll gladly do it.
Disclaimer: For all those who assume I do, I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians. :P
Summary: She looks up at him with those intense grey eyes, and he has no idea what she could possibly be thinking. (One sided) Luke/Annabeth.
It's dark out, very dark. The moon isn't out, and the stars are invisible in the New York City sky. Luke drags a sleepy Annabeth past a dozing Thalia, and lowers her gently onto her sleeping mat, before hopping over her to his own.
"Luke?" Annabeth whispers, being careful not to wake up Thalia. He's lowering himself into bed, and pauses to look down at her. She hates how small she feels. "What's up kiddo?"
She frowns, thinking up an excuse, "It's dark out." She mumbles. He chuckles and points to the flashlight by the end of the alley, "Look, flashlight. You can sleep with it by you 'kay?" he suggests, crawling into his mat.
"Luke," She says again, "What is it?" He asks, patient. She smiles, "I'm cold." And adds a shiver. He tosses her his blanket. "Use it." He replies.
She feels bad. She isn't really cold. "Thanks," she mutters, throwing it over her shoulders. She wants to say more to him. She feels greedy, but she wants his attention.
"Luke?" she whispers again. He walks over to her mat, "Annabeth, is something the matter?" he asks, stifling a yawn.
She looks up at him with those intense grey eyes, and he has no idea what she could possibly be thinking. She looks frail. And he needs to protect her, like a protective older brother.
He sits beside her, and puts a strong arm around her shoulders. "Are you okay?" he asks. Annabeth looks away, her stomach churning, and her hands beginning to sweat.
"I…" she says, failing at words. He turns her around to face him, "You and me, we're a family. You can tell me anything. I'll be like, your older brother." He says, his voice sounding so brotherly her heart wrenches.
Anything she had planned to say vanished. It was the look he had on his face. It wasn't the way her daddy looked at her evil step mom, it was how her daddy looked at her. "Yeah. Um- I know that Luke. I'm really tired. I'd better go to sleep." She mumbles, yawning. He looks uncertain, "Okay. G'night."
She lays in her cot, her eyes watering. Even as a seven year-old, she knows that whatever her feelings are for Luke, he'll never return them. She will always be the little sister.
I don't really like this one, but there it is, amigos. Pairing suggestions anyone?