Lost And Found (pjo x teenwolf)

7. Counting Seconds - Annabeth

7. Counting seconds - Annabeth

[Six months later.]

Four months have passed since the Great War. so many people are gone, so many friends and family lost in the crimson tsunami that is war. Sometimes, I wish I was swept away with them, but then I look into Percy's ocean eyes and they just flip the board game of life in my head.

The camp fire burns higher, flames low and a dull cobalt. My marshmallow is held above it, slowly bubbling on the sides.

Percy sits beside me, talking in a rushed tone with Grover about Pizza being better than enchiladas. Grover was going off—

"Being blue doesn't mean it's better!" He said, ringing his rasta cap in his hands.

Percy huffs, affronted, "have you ever had blue pizza, it's the food of the Gods!"

Clarisse was opposite me, her boyfriend Chris beside her with a buffy arm around her shoulders. Her brown eyes met mine, she smirked. I laughed to myself and continued looking at the people around us.

Connor and Travis were running loops around the fire, throwing spare marshmallows at random demigods, Katie Gardner yelled at them with a long stick in hand. Drew and her siblings were whispering what I guessed were gossip stories.

Mr D had gone off to play Poker with Chiron at the big house hours ago, and I could hear him shouting insults when he lost. Will was leading the Apollo campers in a song about a Grandma putting on her Armour.

He looked tired, Will Solace, with bruised eyes and a weary smile. His shoulders drooped, and his arms sagged a little when he raised them. But his smile was still bright and his voice was still chipper.

I'll check up on him tomorrow, I decided, I don't think anyone else has.

Warm fingers slid into mine, intertwining our hands in the torchlight. I looked beside me to Percy, (who had finally finished the debate with Grover, I bet he lost) and I leaned into his side, my head on his shoulder.

I could smell the sea breeze coming off him. He was staring at the fire again, a look of contempt on his features. I yearned to know what he was thinking, if he was ok.

So I asked, "you alright seaweed brain?"

"Yeah, just thinking." He tugged my stick towards himself and plucked off the marshmallow to chew on.

I slapped his hand. "What about?"

"Nemo and the theory where he did die—"

"Percy," I scowled, pulling back, "I'm being serious."

He bobbed his head, "so am I."

I fixed my face into an unimpressed look before leaning back into his side. If he wasn't ready to open up about it, I wouldn't push. Everyone here knows things haven't been easy, I guess this was one of Percy's bad days. We all had them, we all knew we didn't want to be pushed into sharing.

He pulled my hand onto his lap and began fiddling with my fingers, sliding the tips of his over the bumps and the scars, twisting and looping them together. I didn't even try to hold back a smile.

The fire in front of us, if only for a second, flared a soft pink before fading back into the dark blue.

"Alright guys," a senior camper stood up, "I think it's time we all head back to our cabins before the Harpies get out."

The flames were doused as Percy sweeped a hand through the air, a small wave collapsing over it. The area was instantly covered in darkness like someone had just thrown a thick woollen blanket over our heads.