Riordanverse One Shots

Where is She? (Greco-Roman)

Requested by: dontmindhijabime

"Good night, Seaweed Brain."

Percy smiled at his girlfriend.

"Good night to you too, Wise Girl." he replied before walking away towards his cabin.

He was happy to be back at Camp Half-Blood. Happier than he had been in a long time. Especially because he now didn't have a war or his possible prophesied death to worry about. For the first time in years, maybe the first time since he found out he was a demigod, he could afford to not worry.

He was looking forward to spending this time with his girlfriend. He hadn't seen Annabeth in a while, despite both of them living in New York. Most of it was due to the fact that she spent most of the time either in Olympus, directing its reconstruction, or studying for graduation. Percy himself was pretty swamped by schoolwork as well, mainly because he had a much more difficult time actually keeping the things he learned in his head. After all this time, he was more used to running while looking over his shoulder than sitting in a classroom.

But now he could finally unwind and relax for once in his life.

*

Percy was confused when he woke up the next day to a loud knocking on his front door. He opened to see one of Annabeth's siblings, Malcolm, standing there.

"Hey, Malcolm." Percy greeted.

"Percy, please tell me Annabeth came here and spent the night here!" Malcolm said, sounding almost panicked.

"No. Why?"

"Oh gods, oh gods. This is not good. Not good at all." Malcolm muttered as he turned away.

Percy was getting worried now. Athena's kids weren't prone to panicking (unless spiders were involved). If Malcolm was this worried, than something was definitely wrong.

"Malcolm, what's going on? Did something happen to Annabeth?"

"She's gone."

Percy froze for a second, trying to figure out how to process those words.

"What do you mean 'she's gone'?"

"She's gone! She disappeared without a trace! We can't find her anywhere!"

Percy's blood ran cold. He knew good luck wasn't something demigods were familiar with, but this was the kind of thing he could only imagine in his worst nightmares. After everything they had been through, all Percy wanted was to enjoy some time with the girl that meant the world to him. And now she'd been taken from him. He wasn't going to let that slide.

"Get a search party. Gather all of Camp's best trackers. We're going to find her." he said with unwavering determination.

*

"Perseus Jackson."

Percy turned around to face the owner of the voice. He had to control himself not to yell out in frustration when he recognized the goddess's dress. He had been looking for Annabeth nonstop for five days straight with no results. The last thing he needed was the Queen of Olympus visiting him in dreams.

"What do you want, Hera?" he inquired, disregarding any kind of formality or respect.

He didn't have any more patience for that.

"I bring you instructions for you to find your girlfriend." Hera said.

Percy felt rage overtake him, as if a storm were brewing inside him.

"You took her!" he roared.

"I did." Hera admitted, her voice maintaining a calm and regal tone.

He couldn't say he was too surprised. After the events in the Labyrinth, Hera had harbored a grudge against Annabeth. The leap from cows with bad digestion to kidnapping wasn't that far fetched when it came to the Greek gods.

"Where is she? What have you done with her?"

"All your questions will be answered soon." Hera assured.
"I need you to go to the Grand Canyon. There you will find a boy with a missing shoe. Bring him back to Camp Half-Blood."

"Why would I do that?"

The goddess scowled.

"Oh, you will. If you wish to see that insufferable girl again, you will do as I say."

*

Percy didn't waste any time. As soon as he got up, he quickly borrowed the flying chariot from cabin seven and blasted off towards the Grand Canyon before anyone could stop him.

Once there he saw a group of wind spirits flying away. On the observation platform of the Canyon there were three people. One was a scrawny boy that he could only describe as a Latino elf. The other was a girl that looked like she had Native American ancestry. She was pretty, but not his type.

And lastly, a blond boy dressed in a purple shirt. His hair was cut short and clean, like a soldier, and his electric blue eyes stared back at Percy firmly, in a way that almost seemed familiar. He also took notice of the boy's golden sword.

His heart rate sped when he noticed the boy was missing a shoe. This was him, the guy Hera wanted him to find. But where was she? No matter where he looked, Annabeth was nowhere in sight.

"Where is she?" he demanded as he got off the chariot.

The girl and the scrawny boy seemed intimidated and took a step back. The blond soldier frowned in confusion.

"What?"

"Where is Annabeth?"