Percabeth Dirty One Shots and Drabbles

The Things We'll Remember About Quarantine

By Byima on AO3 (and tumblr)

The first official week in quarantine began with Percy working a 48 hour shift at the firehouse and Annabeth worrying about all the free time she suddenly had on her hands. When she went to bed that Sunday, she had just one predominant thought.

This is a fucking mess.

Annabeth spent most of Monday in bed. She slept in until 11 a.m., then spent hours propped up by pillows, on the phone, emailing back and forth with her supervisors and clients about ongoing projects that were suddenly on hold. She spoke to Chiron about camp updates and the flood of demigods coming to Half Blood Hill to avoid being alone at the mercy of the monsters that could care less about a fucking stay-at-home order. Then she spent hours online shopping for ways to occupy herself while stuck in their New York City apartment. Should she become a plant mother? Finally learn fluent Spanish? Coloring books for adults? Gain some financial literacy (if she invests this much money at 26 she could retire a millionaire)? It was more than a little overwhelming and by the end of the day, her eyes were tired from staring at a screen, and she'd made an alarming amount of questionable Amazon purchases.

Tuesday was spent FINALLY moving them fully into their apartment, where they had been living for about five months. Boxes, of mostly her things, were at last emptied, the contents stored, and thrown out. She finally moved the books from stacks on the floor to the bookshelf in the living room. And while cleaning and organizing occupied her time and needed to be done, she felt restless and even more dissociated from herself and the world when she tried to go to bed that night.

By the time Percy IM'ed home early Wednesday morning with his bad news, she was already feeling some type of way.

"Another 24 hours? They can't make you work for that long!" She watched Percy sigh and tiredly scrub his face with his hands.

"They aren't making me do anything." She was faced with his back when he turned towards a refrigerator and started pulling items out. "Some guys on B shift got sick, too many firefighters are testing positive at local stations, we're stretched thin." He shut the fridge and stood before her once again. "I can't leave right now. Not like this."

"Well I need you too," Annabeth said a little petulantly, punching at the pillow in her crossed lap, "and you've left me without an issue."

She was too busy pulverizing the pillow to see him fighting back a smile.

"I miss you too Annabeth," he confessed. "I don't like these long hours. And nobody here cuddles with me like you do."

"Well this pillow certainly doesn't wake me with a stiff cock in my ass like you do-"

Percy made a choking noise, red heat flooded his ears, then he coughed her name. He glanced behind him, probably at whomever Annabeth could hear chuckling in the background.

Now she looked at him with a half-hearted 'oops' expression. "You aren't alone?"

"No," he cleared his throat. "Dike is here in the kitchen with me." Percy glanced over his shoulder again. "Dike, you wanna say hey?"

"Mornin' Annabeth," a familiar brown face with close-cropped salt and pepper hair materialized by Percy's. She meekly replied 'good morning' back. He clapped his hand on Percy's shoulder grinning, "I'm going to step out for some engine checks. If you two don't mind..."

Percy rubbed the back of his neck and mumbled "of course not" and with another clap to Percy's back, Dike stepped out of view.

He braced his arms against the counter in front of him and gazed at Annabeth with an expectant look, to which she responded with a defiant shrug.