Those blue eyes. A.C x oc fem

2.7- Everyone was right.

◇◇◇◇◇◇Annabeth Chase◇◇◇◇◇◇◇

The pain was unbearable, I felt as if I had been thrown from Olympus. Then back up and thrown again. My head hurt. No. My whole body hurt. But my head more.

Then a warm feeling spread through my body. It was like ambrosia and nectar, but more refreshing, more powerfull. It was The Fleece.

Slowly, my eyes opened and I saw Grover. Clarisse, Percy and Vic were besides him.

"You're not . . . Married?" I asked weakly.

Grover grinned. "No. My friends talked me out of it."

"Annie," Vic said, her blue eyes shined with worry. "Just lay still."

Did The Fleece affect her, too? Those blue eyes of hers were even more pretty than usual. They shined so much . . . With worry, she worried about me. Of course she did. Friends do that, right? Yes, they do . . .

Despite of Vic's advice, I tried to sat up. Everyone protested, especially the daughter of Zeus.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Sit." I answered.

"What? No, no you're not. Polyphemus dropped you from what? Seven meters? And that cut-" she protested, but I interrupted her.

"Worried about me, Avery?" I said playfully.

She didn't answer, she stared at me. She was genuinely concerned. Then a pink tone appeared in her cheeks. And she blinked. "I . . . What? No! Of course I knew you'd be fine, dummy!"

"Dummy? I'm the dummy? Between you and me?"

"Right now, yes."

"That won't last."

"We both know that."

"Ah, love." Grover mumbled.

"Shut up!" We both said.

'Great, now I'm blushing. Thanks, Grov.' I thought. Then I realized my thoughts. I looked at Vic again, she was shoking her head at Grover's comment, but she had a tiny smile on her soft, pink lips. Her hair was on a ponytail, but it still was very wavy and a few more wavy strands fell over her face.

'Great, now I'm blushing harder. Thanks, V.'

Wait, what?

Then I heard someone shout. "Down!" I looked to where I had heard the voice and I couldn't believe my eyes. It was Tyson. "No, sheepies. This way! Come here!"

They heeded him, but it was obvious they were hungry, and they were starting to realize Tyson didn't have any treats for them. They wouldn't hold out forever with so much fresh meat nearby.

"We have to go," Percy said. "Our ship is . . ."

The Queen Anne's Revenge was a very long way away. The shortest route was across the chasm, and the only bridge was destroyed. The only other possibility was through the sheep.

"Tyson," Percy called, "can you lead the flock as far away as possible?"

"The sheep want food."

"I know! They want people food! Just lead them away from the path. Give us time to get to the beach. Then join us there."

Tyson looked doubtful, but he whistled. "Come, sheepies! Um, people food this way!"

He jogged off into the meadow, the sheep in pursuit.

"So Clarisse and Tyson are alive," I said, "what else is new?"

"You being a dummy, it has lasted for longer I had expected." Vic said.