Percy Jackson Series. Annabeth Chase X Male Reader Story

I Defang a Dragon

(Y/N)'s POV

The next afternoon, June 14, seven days before the solstice, our train rolled into Denver. We hadn't eaten since the night before in the dining car, somewhere in Kansas. We hadn't taken a shower since Half-Blood Hill, and I was sure that was obvious.

"Let's try to contact Chiron," Annabeth said. "I want to tell him about your talk with the river spirit." "We can't use phones, right?" Percy said, "I'm not talking about phones." She smirked, I went to explain to the poor guy, but she stopped me.

We wandered through downtown for about half an hour, finally we found an empty do-it-yourself car wash. We veered towards the stall furthest from the street, keeping our eyes open for patrol cars.

We were four adolescents hanging out at a car wash without a car; any cop worth his doughnuts would figure we were up to no good.

"What exactly are we doing?" Percy asked finally "A carwash to make money silly." I teased, taking my shirt off so it didn't get soaked.

I laughed as his eyes near enough popped out of his head, he looked to Annabeth for confirmation as Grover took out the spray gun. "It's seventy-five cents," he grumbled. "I've only got two quarters left. Annabeth?"

"Don't look at me," she said. "The dining car wiped me out." "I got nothing, guess the car wash is a go" I sighed, turning out my pockets, Percy passed Grover a quarter.

"Excellent," Grover said. "We could do it with a spray bottle, of course, but the connection isn't as good, and my arm gets tired of pumping."

"I feel you; I had a travel one in my backpack, it killed me every day, almost worse than the monsters." I said, feeling his pain.

Percy said again, "What are you talking about?" As I fed in the quarters and set the knob to fine mist "I-M'ing." "Instant messaging?" "Iris-messaging," Annabeth corrected.

"The rainbow goddess Iris carries messages for the gods. If you know how to ask, and she's not too busy, she'll do the same for half-bloods."

"Yeah, she's nice." Percy was bamboozled, "You summon the goddess with a spray gun?" He said as if it was the weirdest thing he'd seen. Grover pointed the nozzle in the air and water hissed out in a thick white mist.

"Unless you know an easier way to make a rainbow." Sure enough, late afternoon light filtered through the vapour and broke into colours. Annabeth held her palm out to us. "Drachma, please." Percy handed it over.

She raised the coin over her head. "O goddess, accept our offering." She threw the drachma into the rainbow. It disappeared in a golden shimmer. "Half-Blood Hill," Annabeth requested. For a moment, nothing happened.

Then I was hit with a little bit of home sickness as I saw strawberry fields, and the Long Island Sound in the distance. We seemed to be on the porch of the Big House. Standing with his back to us at the railing was a sandy-haired guy in shorts and an orange tank top.

He was holding a bronze sword and seemed to be staring intently at something down in the meadow. "Luke!" I called. He turned, eyes wide.

"(Y/N)? Wha-" "Percy!" His scarred face broke into a grin. "Is that Annabeth, too? Thank the gods! Are you guys okay?" "We're... uh... fine," Annabeth stammered.

She was madly straightening her dirty T-shirt, trying to comb the loose hair out of her face. I don't blame her; orange was his colour. "We thought – Chiron – I mean –" She stammered "He's down at the cabins." Luke's smile faded.

'We're having some issues with the campers." "Is everything good? You need me back?" I asked, almost hoping he'd say yes so I could have a shower.

"No, no, don't worry, Listen, is everything cool with you? Is Grover all right?" He shrugged it off as his face became more concerned.