Clarisse La Rue One Shots

Goodbyes

A/N; Y/n in one of the seven demigods on the Argo II.

I didn't want her to leave. This would be the most dangerous quest either of us has been on. I hated the idea that she would have to fight for her life without me there to protect her. The last time she was in a dangerous situation like this one would be was the battle of Manhattan. I was able to fight beside her and make sure she was okay, this time I couldn't do that.

Her head was resting on my shoulder, the scent of lavender from her shampoo and perfume filling my nose. I held her as close and tightly to me as possible, knowing in a few minutes I'd have to say goodbye. I wanted to pretend I didn't have to say goodbye, I wanted to pretend she'd be back in a week with only a few cuts, I wanted to believe that but none of that was even close to true.

She tapped me on the shoulder so I looked down at her. She was so perfect. Her dark amber hair in two dutch braids, her bright green eyes shining up at me, her soft pink lips, everything about her was perfect.

'Clar, I should be going. The rest of them will want to leave soon.' She said it like it was the hardest thing to ever leave her throat.

'Do you really have to go?' I whisper, she took a deep breath then nodded. I loosened my grip on her, allowing her to sit up. She seemed as upset about this as I was. I knew I needed to cheer her up a little, I needed to see her smile, hear her laugh.

She was staring at the bed sheet, not wanting to move. I slid one arm under her knees, the other around her waist. I picked her up, stepped off the bed and spun her around. She wrapped her arms around my neck, keeping a tight grip on me. I heard her soft, musical giggle in my ear. 'Clar, please stop.'

When I did she pulled away from my neck, a huge adorable smile on her face, small giggles escaping her lips. Her hand caressed my cheek before she pressed her lips on mine. Like always they had a subtle coffee taste on them and felt extremely soft.

I didn't want to pull away but she did. She looked deep into my eyes, her hands resting on my neck as a tear rolled out of the side of her eye and down her cheek. 'I love you Clarisse La Rue, and I'll fight as hard as I need to so I can come home to you.'

I promised myself I couldn't cry today, but seeing her cry just made me break. She was my rock, the person I knew I could go to if I was worried or upset or angry and she'd be able to care me down and comfort me, but now I needed to be the one comforting her. I felt tears rolling down my face before she moved a hand from my neck to wipe my cheek. Her lower jaw shivered like she was using all her strength to not burst into tears. I pulled her closer to my chest, still holding her in my arms.

'I love you so much Y/n.' I whispered before pressing a kiss on the side of her forehead. I gently placed her on the floor.

We made our way to the large grassed area where the rest of camp was waiting to farewell the demigods. I carried her bag on my shoulder, tight holding her hand in mine.

The last hug was the most painful. I didn't want to let go but I knew I had too. She pulled away from me, taking her bag from my shoulder and caressing my cheek.

'I'll be back before you know it, Clar.' She pressed her lips to mine, turning and walking into the large ship before I could respond. I wiped my cheek then heard a familiar voice say next to me whilst placing a hand on my shoulder.

'She'll be fine Clarisse, she's a very tough kid.' I turned to see Annabeth standing next to me.

'Just make sure she's okay please.' I ask her, trying my hardest not to cry.

'I will.'

Watching the ship fly away was one of the hardest things I've had to do. I've loved that girl since I was 14, now two years later I had to watch her leave on a quest that was basically a suicide mission.

A/N; Hope you liked it. FYI I might not be updating as often the next two weeks because I've got 7 hour days for tec this week and over 10 hour days for production next week and will be lucky to still be alive after this fortnight. We love musicals.