Percabeth Oneshots

Roofs & Rights

By me.

Chiron trotted through the camp, enjoying a rare moment of peace. The sun was shining, the demigods weren’t causing chaos (for once), and everything seemed in order.

Then he saw Annabeth.

On the roof.

He blinked twice. Yep, definitely Annabeth Chase sitting cross-legged on the roof of the Big House, staring into the distance like she was contemplating life’s greatest mysteries—or maybe just what she wanted for lunch.

“Annabeth,” Chiron called up, squinting at her. “Why are you on the roof?”

Annabeth, without even looking down, dramatically waved her hand. “Chiron, I’ve dedicated my life to this camp! I’ve trained countless half-bloods, led dangerous quests, and fought everything from monsters to titans to giants. I think I’ve earned the right to sit on the roof if I want to.”

Chiron opened his mouth to respond, but before he could say anything, Percy Jackson strolled into view, his eyes scanning the area.

“Where’s the spider?” he asked casually, like this was a totally normal conversation to have.

Annabeth, still in her
I-am-the-greatest-warrior-this-camp-has-ever-seen pose, didn’t miss a beat. “Under the table.”

Chiron blinked again. “A... spider?”

Percy nodded sagely, as if dealing with an actual spider was somehow more dangerous than, say, Kronos.

“Yeah, tiny thing, but you know how it is. She’s fought monsters the size of mountains, but one little spider...”

“I can hear you!” Annabeth snapped from her perch.

Chiron, trying and failing not to laugh, glanced up at her. “You’re on the roof... because of a spider?”

Annabeth’s eyes narrowed. “Listen, I can defeat a giant spider lady, no problem. But the little ones? They’re sneaky.”

“Super sneaky,” Percy agreed, failing to hide his grin as he crouched to peek under the table. “Don’t worry, I’ll save you, Wise Girl.”

“Save me from what? Bad jokes?” Annabeth muttered, crossing her arms.

Percy knelt down, peered under the table, and then reached out. “Okay, buddy, time to go.” He carefully scooped up the spider and walked over to the edge of the camp, releasing it into the woods.

“There. Crisis averted,” Percy announced proudly.

Annabeth finally stood up on the roof, dusting off her pants with a huff. “Great. You’re a hero. Now help me get down.”

Percy crossed his arms and smirked up at her. “Maybe you should’ve thought about how you were getting down before you climbed up there.”

Annabeth’s glare could have melted steel. “Percy Jackson, if you don’t help me down right now, I will design a maze specifically for you, and you’ll never escape.”

“Okay, okay!” Percy quickly moved to help her, shooting a sheepish grin at Chiron. “She’s, uh, very passionate about her roof rights.”

Chiron shook his head, biting back laughter. “I can see that. Well, I suppose the roof is yours, Annabeth... provided there are no more..... incidents”

Annabeth, now safely on the ground, pointed at Percy. “Don’t you dare tell anyone about this.”

Percy raised his hands innocently. “Who, me? Never.” He leaned in with a smirk. “But, you know, Leo’s been having cameras installed all around the camp...”

Annabeth shoved him playfully. “One more word, Seaweed Brain, and the roof won’t be your only problem.”