Percabeth One Shots

Fixer Upper

Fixer Upper

Annabeth sighed exhausted as she arrived at the millionth village that she had visited in the country.

She walked into the inn and up to what seemed to be the owner and set a bag of money down on the counter.

"Can I get a room and can you bring all the 17 and 18 year old males here tomorrow? I'm on a mission for the king." She explained. The owner nodded and gave her a key which she took and went up to her assigned room.

As she sat down she began to pack her stuff out since she would be staying here for at least a couple of days.

She got some clothes out and put them in drawers, she also got the most important stuff out.

A drawing of the prince at the age he disappeared, 14, and a drawing of how he should look now around 17 or 18 years old. Just like her. But she didn't need the drawings, she knew exactly how he had looked and could imagine how he looked now herself.

He had been Annabeth's best friend whom she had been in love with after all.

It had been two months since she had been traveling across the country because of the king's mission, which was to find the prince and bring him back to the palace.

Since her father was a nobleman and she and the prince had always been very close, the king had trusted her and sent her on the mission.

She really hoped that he was here, this village was one of the last ones that was left and she could see Percy going here. The sea was near and people here didn't seem to care about royalty.

So she just had to hope that he was here or atleast at the other three villages left, because otherwise it meant that he was dead or had fled the country which both meant that she would never find him again.

But what if he was here? How would he react? How would she react? Should she stay professional? Angry for leaving her without a warning? Or happy to see him again.

She sighed, too tired and confused about her feelings to let herself think about it. So she just went to sleep, the tiredness taking over.

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She sighed as she stepped outside, hiding her fear. As she saw the long line of all the young men.

"Thank you all for coming here." She spoke to all the young men. She didn't see him right away, but he could still be here.

"It'll be over soon. I just have to look if someone's here that I know." She explained and started walking in front of the line of men.

Some flirted, some looked straight forward, some looked anxious, but all were not him.

When she reached the end of the line she walked it again. And again. And again.

"Sure nobody's missing?" She asked out loud, desperation breaking through her voice.

Murmurs of no's were spoken and her shoulders slumped in defeat. But she heard one vague whisper that made her jump up.

"Jim's not here." A boy had mumbled and she walked up to him excitedly.

"Jim? And can you give me a description of this Jim?"

"Uh," the boy stuttered, "we don't see him that much, he's a herdsman."

"His eyes." She said, maybe a bit too excitedly. "What is the colour of his eyes? Is it anything remarkable?"

He couldn't have changed his eyes. She thought. He could paint his hair, but eyes are impossible.