Percy Jackson One Shots

Annabeth Chase

Percabeth...yes, I'm finally bringing it back...I think that's all that needs to be said.

I hang my sweater on the hook by the door and walk into the kitchen of my father's house. I came back. Yes, I know, I have Camp Half-Blood. But is it wrong for a girl to just miss her dad? I've learned to put up with Helen, and since I killed Arachne, spiders don't seem to be found in my room nearly as often. Also, I kind of needed to introduce him to Percy.

Once in the kitchen, I bypass the table, only to do a double take. On the flimsy four legged card table is a beautiful singular red rose. A piece of paper pokes out from underneath the petals. I pick up the rose and smile, gliding the card off the table and into my hand.

To my beautiful Wise Girl, Annabeth,

My name is scrawled in beautiful cursive writing. Underneath is the following message in Greek:

I'm picking you up at 4 am. Brace yourself.
Love
~Seaweed Brain

Gods he's sweet. How long did it take him to write the cursive? I could only really recognize it because it's my name. My Seaweed Brain. I laugh a little at his word choice of Brace Yourself, knowing full well that that was the sole message that Poseidon had given him the summer we met. I grin to myself. So what if I have to get up for four in the morning tomorrow? I'm with Percy, what else could matter? Nothing. Exactly.

I go to sleep soon after and set my alarm for three am. Gods I'm going to hate myself tomorrow morning.

Lately I've been
I've been losing sleep.
Dreaming about the things
That we could be.
But baby I've been
I've been praying hard
Soon no more counting dollars
We'll be counting stars.

I let the first verse run through before groggily flicking off the alarm. Gods, what time is it? Three in the morning? What the Hades? Why did I set my alarm for three am...? Just five more minutes. Dam, I'm starting to sound like Percy.

Percy.

Crap, Percy.

I leap out of bed with an enormous amount of gusto and fling the covers to one side and off the bed. I check my watch. I have just under an hour. Well duh I have just under an hour. Annabeth, really, think about these things, you set your alarm for three —an hour. I smack myself before rushing into the bathroom and stepping into the shower.

Once I'm out and dressed, and run downstairs to eat a small breakfast. I'm going somewhere with Percy at four in the morning, he will have food. I pour a small bowl of cereal and sit down at the table.

"Annie?" someone calls groggily from the stairs. I turn my head, it's Bobby. Spooning the last bit of cereal into my mouth, I strode over to and pick him up. Yes, I know he's nine. Yes, I know he should be hard to pick up. No, I don't care.

I plop him down at the table. "Why are you up so early, bud?"

"I heard you up, Annie," he replies. I know what you're all thinking, I should be pissed that he's calling me Annie. But go listen to a nine year old child with a lisps and tell me they're not adorable.

See?

"Well it's four in the morning, and you still look tired," I argue.

He yawns and blinks up at me. Bobby is not a morning person. He lifts his arms up to me. Even though he weighs nothing to me, I shouldn't be carrying him everywhere. I shake my head at him. He gives me the pouty seal face.

Percy has taught him well.

I pick him up again and march up the stairs to his room. I dump him unceremoniously on his bed and he grins up at me before squirming underneath the covers and falling asleep.