Percy Jackson Series. Annabeth Chase X Male Reader Story

I Give My New Best Friend an Island

(Y/N)'s POV

I had to listen to more of Circe's stupid speeches as she toyed with guinea pig Percy. I don't think I could pull off any more acrobatics, I was too tired, my legs hurt and without Annabeth here watching her, she didn't have to keep up appearances, she was likely to just let me go splat.

"Lovely, aren't you? Men are pigs, Percy Jackson. I used to turn them into real pigs, but they were so smelly and large and difficult to keep. Not much different than they were before, really. Guinea pigs are much more convenient! Now come, and meet the other men."

"Reeet!" he protested, trying to scratch her, it was weird that I couldn't translate as Circe carried him over to the cage. Circe squeezed him, "None of that, little one," she scolded, "or I'll feed you to the owls. Go into the cage like a good little pet."

"Tomorrow, if you behave, you'll be on your way. There is always a classroom in need of a new guinea pig." Percy squirmed helplessly as C.C. brought me over to the guinea pig cage and opened the wire door.

I tried to charge the door, but she flicked me in the forehead, and I felt like I'd just been hit by a school bus. I fell backwards, my legs and arms flailing in pain. I don't think that's a healthy thing for a guinea pig to endure.

"Meet my discipline problems, Percy," Circe warned. "They'll never make good classroom pets, but they might teach you some manners. Most of them have been in this cage for three hundred years. If you don't want to stay with them permanently, I'd suggest you –"

Annabeth's voice called, "Miss C.C.?" C.C. cursed in Ancient Greek. She plopped Percy into the cage and closed the door. I squealed and nudged him. Trying to mime that it was me, he didn't really understand so instead we both clawed at the bars, but it was no good.

I watched as C.C. hurriedly kicked Percy's discarded clothes under the loom just as Annabeth came in. I almost didn't recognize her. I don't think the sight of her was good for my little guinea pig heart.

She was wearing a sleeveless silk dress like C.C.'s, only white. Her blonde hair was newly washed and combed and braided with gold. Worst of all, she was wearing makeup, which I never thought Annabeth would be caught dead in.

It was surreal, maybe it was the fact that I was an animal right now, but this whole thing seemed like a dream. I mean, she looked good. Really good. But there was also something totally wrong about it. It just wasn't Annabeth.

She looked around the room and frowned. "Where's Percy?" I squealed up a storm, but she didn't seem to hear me. C.C. smiled. "He's having one of our treatments, my dear. Not to worry. You look wonderful! What did you think of your tour?" Annabeth's eyes brightened.

"Your library is amazing!" "Yes, indeed," C.C. said. "The best knowledge of the past three millennia. Anything you want to study, anything you want to be, my dear." "An architect?" "Pah!" C.C. said. "You, my dear, have the makings of a sorceress. Like me."

Annabeth took a step back. "A sorceress?" "Yes, my dear." C.C. held up her hand. A flame appeared in her palm and danced across her fingertips. "My mother is Hecate, the goddess of magic. I know a daughter of Athena when I see one."

"Don't trust her!" I tried to squeal but she couldn't hear us, I needed a plan, "We are not so different, you and I. We both seek knowledge. We both admire greatness. Neither of us needs to stand in the shadow of men."

"I-I don't understand." Again, Me and Percy squealed our best, trying to get Annabeth's attention, but she either couldn't hear us or didn't think the noises were important. So I formulated another plan. I went over to the hutch and began squeaking angrily.