Bits of Fluff (REQUESTS - ON HOLD)

BoF - Request

Heroes of Olympus - Set during Son of Neptune

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Annabeth's side

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1st person

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This is an idea one of my friends requested - WonderWhale. She's a great writer, so you guys check her out - but please don't say anything about her spelling, she's just a busy person and makes mistakes. We all do, you all know that. Well, anyways, this is going to be a rough one-shot since it's been some time since I read Son of Neptune, so if I get facts wrong, please tell me and I will fix it...

(After writing: this isn't much of a fluff, but I hope you all like how I tried to portray Annabeth's take on Percy's disappearance before she comes into the serise to 'pick up a very important package'.)

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The Comforts of Memories 

If there was one thing that I hated about memories, it would be the fact that each memory I keep having play in my head had me remember Percy. Percy and the fact that he was missing. I looked around the camp, seeing the play of memories in a hallucination that seemed so real, that seemed as if they were happening out of the actual moment. Taking in a quick breath, I turned on my heel and walked towards my cabin; I needed to be alone for a little while, and I wanted to brainstorm a few more possibilities about what happened to Percy.

Upon walking into my room, all plans that I had were dashed when a certain memory, one that wasn't all that new, came forth when I saw my Yankee's cap, the one that has been on many ventures with Percy and myself. That one hat held more valuable memories than this camp could, and that's what had me breaking down.

Each memory when Percy saved my life, or made a stupid comment during those adventures played themselves in greater detail than the ones from here at camp. I could almost say I was back there again, meeting Percy, telling him he drooled in his sleep, before going to help him save both the camp he didn't know much about and his mother. I was twelve again, and I was reliving those moments when Percy made his mistakes work in the long run. I was reliving the time when I didn't have to worry if he was alive since he was pretty much next to me outside of the cabins.

But now?

That's when the tears came, he wasn't here and it was tearing me up. I grabbed the cap and put it on before laying down, face first, in my bed to silently cry. I cried over the fact that Seaweed Brain wasn't here to crack any more of his stupid jokes. He just wasn't here, but I knew he was alive and well. I had that gut feeling that he wasn't dead, which made this whole time without him worse.

What if -

"Annabeth, you in here?" Grover. I slowly made myself freeze, trying to make him think I wasn't here. But it didn't work when I felt the bed dip from Grover sitting down next to me, "Come on, take that hat off."

Slowly, I did just that, rolling around to see one of my closest friends staring at me with an expression that made me start crying again. Even Grover could tell - with or without the empathy link he and Percy shared - that Jackson wasn't in the Underworld. Nico helped us prove that feeling by saying he wasn't in his father's realm.

"Grover?" I mentally cursed myself for sounding so weak and broken, but then I remembered that I had reason to be like this. When I blinked away some tears to see Grover waiting patiently for me to continue, that's when I sat up and started speaking very fast. I figured out one possibility that I haven't done yet - a Prophecy.

That's how I'll be able to find him! Right as I was continuing my explanation as I went out of my cabin and towards the Big House. I'd be able to find him if there was a prophecy, and my gut was telling me that there will be one. That and his disappearance was part of something much bigger, something that might get us killed if we are not careful...