Percabeth Dirty One Shots and Drabbles

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Within minutes of Annabeth leaving the arena that night, a video titled, "EPIC FIGHT: Son of Neptune vs. Daughter of Athena," is uploaded to YouTube by user KingoftheBrocean4.

KingoftheBrocean4's entire YouTube channel is dedicated to clips of the son of Neptune in combat or on the training field. It's quite the collection - most of the recent footage he's recorded himself - and he's built up a modest following among the Neptune fanbase and combat enthusiasts for quality vids.

It takes less than an hour for Annabeth and Percy's fight to become the most viewed on his page.

Another hour after that, it becomes of the most viewed video of the week, and has begun circulating heavily on reddit, Twitter and Facebook. Vine gets ahold of it at the same time - the clip of Annabeth disarming Percy alone increases the interest in the original video three-fold. By the third hour, highlight and react vids are uploaded; remixes are made; fights start in comment sections; the GreekVRoman subreddit loses its collective shit and tumblr explodes with gifsets, glee, tears and rage.

In the fifth hour, the Olympus News Network gets ahold of it and begins airing the footage during its late shows, gaining some of its best ratings for that time slot in the network's history. The New Rome Register receives a statement from the son of Neptune's people, confirming that the video was real, and gets to work trying to identifying the unknown woman fighting against Percy Jackson.

By morning, the video and its contents would be inescapable in every major, demigod-populated city in the country.

And what was Annabeth doing while her life of relative anonymity in New Rome was spectacularly imploding?

Sleeping, naturally.

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Highway to the danger zone! Gonna take you right into the danger zone!

Annabeth frowned into her pillow as the guitar riff from "Danger Zone" trilled out from her phone for a third time, the obnoxious tune finally succeeding in drawing her from the deep, healing sleep she'd fallen into. She lifted her head and blinked into the darkness of her bedroom. The only light came from her phone, which was displaying Jason Grace's photo, his handsome face split by the spiderweb cracks on her illuminated screen. She groaned when she saw the time - 3:35 a.m.

What in the name of Hades could Jason want with her at this godawful hour?

Wearily, she picked the phone up and answered his call. "'Lo?"

"Fantastic, you're alive," Jason said dryly, and then called out to his wife on the other end, "She's alive, Pipes!"

"I told you she'd be fine," Piper's distance muffled voice commented as Annabeth grumbled, "Is there a reason I wouldn't be alive?"

Jason let out a dark, humorless chuckle. "Oh, I don't know. Fight any extremely dangerous Roman demigods in the last 12 hours, Annabeth?"

Annabeth's brow furrowed. Gossip traveled fast in demigod circles, but she thought she'd at least have a day or two before Jason found out about her fight with Percy. "How'd you know about that?"

"How'd I... Someone recorded you, so now it's all over the Internet! Plus, I've had New Roman leadership crawling up my ass for an explanation for your behavior since 2 a.m. Did you know that a Greek provoking the son of Neptune is considered a minor act of aggression? What were you thinking?"

Annabeth rolled on to her back, wincing as her ribs protested the movement. She'd popped a square of ambrosia before she'd gone to bed, but the healing magic apparently hadn't finished knitting her bones back together yet.

"I wasn't trying to start some inter-pantheon incident. He was in my way, and I wanted a fight," she explained. "I wouldn't have done it if I'd known who he was."