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#6: A Guard Sees

This is a post-war story, after things have settled down. BTW, as of right now, I have no idea what it's going to be. Enjoy!
The guard was scared.

Now, usually, being the door guard at the Empire State Building on Monday and Wednesdays wasn't very eventful, because this particular guard never had to work on an equinox and wasn't around last year when that nasty war with the titans had happened.

But then, apparently there was another war, and when that one was over that girl—Annabelle, was it?-had to return to her job of redesigning Olympus. And apparently the gods and goddesses weren't very happy with their fountains at the moment, because the fountains weren't working. Or, actually, the entire water system for the main part of Olympus was down. That meant the sprinklers weren't working, which meant that the grass was dying from lack of hydration.

The guard's first thought was like everyone's—They're gods, can't they just wave their hands and make the grass green? But evidently they'd been doing that and they were tired of it, because it caused their wrists to get cramps. Or something. So they were blaming Annabelle.

Speaking of who, had just stormed out of the elevator, gray eyes furious. She marched right up to the guard at his guard desk, glowering.

"Where do you regulate the pipes?" She demanded.

"Right over there," He said helpfully, pointing at a door marked Employees Only. She went to it and somehow opened the door, and then disappeared into the closet. From the doorway came several banging sounds, as well as curses in what sounded like Ancient Greek.

Although that did make sense—she was supposed to be a descendant from one Greek goddess—that Athena, or maybe it was Aphrodite.

She emerged from the closet again, her brows creased with irritation and anger.

"Phone," She snapped.

"Pardon?"
"I need to use the phone," She repeated, impatiently.
"Oh! Using a sentence made it so much easier to understand." He smiled at her and pulled the phone over. She tapped her fingers on the desk while he dialed the area code and made sure it was on an open line.

Scowling, she yanked the phone to her and punched in numbers. The guard pretended to go back to his magazine, all the while listening.

"Percy?" The girl demanded. "I need you to come to Olympus. There's a problem with the pipes and I'd rather not call Leo right now. He sort of grates on nerves."

She was silent for a moment, listening, then—incredibly—she laughed.

"You're right. Thanks. See you in a few."
She hung up and shoved the phone back over. The guard was alarmed to see her lean on the desk, seemingly content with staying there however long her friend was to get there.

He busied himself with his magazine until a tall, dark haired boy walked in. Annabelle unpeeled herself from the desk and went to greet him.

"I can't...water's cut off...blaming me..."
They'd gone into the closet, and the guard was having trouble listening.

"I think..." The boy's voice was a bit louder, easier to make out. "If I just...and here..." More banging ensued.

Then yelling, and they both emerged from the closed soaking wet, and laughing.

"I think you'd better call Leo," The boy said, between laughs.
As the girl approached, the guard quickly dialed and pushed the phone to her.

"Leo! I'm at Olympus, come quick, would you? We're having trouble with the pipes."
She hung up rather quickly and shoved the phone back to the guard.

"Thanks," The boy said, a smile lingering on his lips from his soaked shirt.

The guard nodded, keeping his mouth firmly shut.

"Hey, Annabeth," The boy started earnestly.

Ah, yes. Annabeth, not Annabelle. I was close, The guard thought.

"What?"
"You think...after this...we could get ice cream?" The boy's hopeful expression was a little funny on his tall and thick build.

But the girl—Annabeth—sighed. "I have to work. They're not going to let me go so quickly, not when I've got almost nothing done and the water's been broken all week."
He pleaded. "Please?"
She shook her head firmly. "No, Percy. I don't want Mom mad at me."
"Tell her I kidnapped you," He suggested. "She'll be mad at me. Then we can have ice cream."
"I don't think worms eat ice cream very well."
He pouted, but another boy, also with dark hair, walked in. "You rang for a talented and handsome-"
"Yeah, yeah," Annabeth grumbled. "Just stuff it and fix the pipes."
The new boy clucked. "Someone's got her panties in a twist." He leaned towards Percy and asked, "What does she wear? Boy shorts or granny panties?"
Percy turned bright red. Annabeth shoved Leo into the closet and slammed the door, fuming.

There was a knock a second later. She flung it open, doubt clear on her face, but the boy stood there, holding a large bolt.

"I thought I lost that here," He said satisfactedly. Then he marched toward the door, tucking it into his belt.

Percy and Annabeth stared after him.

"Hey," Percy suggested once the boy had left. "Athena can be mad at him, and we can get ice cream!"
She protested, but he grabbed her hand and forcefully pulled her out the door.

The guard made sure to not see which way they'd gone so when a bunch of gods came storming down, demanding their architect, he'd have nothing to tell them.

This turned out better than I'd originally thought! Reviews, please!