Percy Jackson Series. Annabeth Chase X Male Reader Story

We Return the Big Shiny Stick

Percy's POV

It's funny how humans can wrap their mind around things and fit them into their version of reality. Chiron had told me that long ago. As usual, I didn't appreciate his wisdom until much later.

According to the L.A. news, the explosion at the Santa Monica beach had been caused when a crazy kidnapper fired a shotgun at a police car. He accidentally hit a gas main that had ruptured during the earthquake.

This crazy kidnapper a.k.a. Ares was the same man who had abducted Percy and three other adolescents in New York and brought us across country on a ten-day odyssey of terror. Poor little Percy Jackson wasn't an international criminal, after all.

He'd caused a commotion on that Greyhound bus in New Jersey trying to get away from his captor and afterwards, witnesses would even swear they had seen the leather-clad man on the bus, I heard them on reports, in amazement. "Why didn't I remember him before?"

The boy who was an assumed casualty from the Arch explosion was actually one of the children who attempted to escape, but sadly he was recaptured by the man before police could arrive on the scene.

The crazy man had caused the explosion in the St Louis Arch. After all, no kid could've done that. A concerned waitress in Denver had seen the man threatening his abductees outside her diner, gotten a friend to take a photo and notified the police.

Finally, brave Percy Jackson had stolen a gun from his captor in Los Angeles and battled him shotgun-to rifle on the beach. Police had arrived just in time. But in the spectacular explosion, five police cars had been destroyed and the captor had fled.

No fatalities had occurred. Percy Jackson and his friends were safely in police custody. The reporters fed us this whole story. We just nodded and acted tearful and exhausted, which wasn't hard, and played victimized kids for the cameras.

(Y/N) was the most reluctant to do so and as such didn't get much airtime as the reporters rushed to interview us. "All I want,' I said, choking back my tears, "is to see my loving stepfather again. Every time I saw him on TV, calling me a delinquent punk, I knew... somehow... we would be okay."

"And I know he'll want to reward each and every person in this beautiful city of Los Angeles with a free major appliance from his store. Here's the phone number."

The police and reporters were so moved that they passed around the hat and raised money for four tickets on the next plane to New York. I knew there was no choice but to fly. I hoped Zeus would cut me some slack, considering the circumstances.

(Y/N)'s POV

Take-off was a nightmare. Percy went rigid as soon as we hit a little turbulence, I tried to comfort him by telling him the statistics and likelihood of dying via plane crash, it was more safe the a car, statistically at least. It didn't help.

I may have forgot to mention that the chances of sudden loss of cabin pressure increase in likelihood when Zeus himself wants to kill you. So I distracted him with conversation. After we went through some small talk, he got to the important stuff.

"You called me a loser earlier." He sulked. I laughed, "You are a loser" I teased, "But you just might be one of my favourite losers." He smiled, "Oh, that changes everything then." But he didn't unclench his hands from the armrests until we touched down safely at La Guardia.

The local press was waiting for us outside security. We managed to evade them thanks to Annabeth, who lured them away in her invisible Yankees cap, shouting, "They're over by the frozen yogurt! Come on!" then rejoined us at baggage claim.

We split up at the taxi stand. I told Annabeth and Grover to get back to Half-Blood Hill and let Chiron know what had happened. I had to stick with Percy. The Olympians had to know that I allowed for the bolt's return.