Chapter 1
I don't own PJO I ain't no Rick Riordan
This is my first fanfiction please review and enjoy
Annabeth POV
'NOOO'!
Jerking awake from a horrible dream, an overwhelming feeling of sharp pain spread across my lower shoulder. I groan in pain trying to look around for Percy, only to realize that his hand is holding mine. I look up to see he was sleeping upright in a wooden chair looking like Hell, which is not surprising considering the War going on.
'Percy', I groan, feeling the dryness of my throat.
He mumbles something under his breath and it sounds like 'I want pancakes for breakfast.'
I smile, then rub my hand against his causing him to wake up.
'Annabeth!' He gets up and grabs something off of the counter. He returns with some Nectar and puts the straw in my mouth. I drink some and instantly feel better.
'How do you feel?'
'Better. You look cute when you're worried.'
He nods then puts the Nectar on the table next to me. I look at him and even though his shirt is ripped and torn he has no cuts or bruises.
'How are you not cut or anything?' I asked him.
'I have the curse of Achilles remember Wise Girl?'
I roll my eyes and smile.
'Why did you take that knife for me?'
'I don't want you to get hurt because of me.'
'I know it sounds stupid but I had a feeling that you were in danger.'
'It's not stupid. You were right. That knife would have hit my Achilles spot. Besides, I would have done the same thing for you.'
'Why?'
'Because why?'
'Because... because... because...'
'Spit it out Percy!'
'Because I have feelings for you Wise Girl...'
My heart rises when I hear that.
'I don't want you to die on me Wise Girl.'
this is the end of chapter one. more on the way :)