Percy Jackson - AFTER THE WAR - (Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

Percy

A/N at end <3
This morning was great. I woke up next to the love of my life, we both got showered (not together, don't worry) and dressed in time for breakfast, and her mum didn't kill me... yet. I mean, it's not that big of a deal, right? We just slept in the same bed, it's not like anything happened. The heated argument we'd had earlier was in the past and we both admitted that what we said was wrong. She had told me that she wished I had just let her go, instead of falling to hell with her. I admit, it kind of hurt. I fell with her because I loved her, and I decided my fate. I didn't have to go, I could've made my way up the cliff - with difficulty, but I could've done it.

But knowing that my other half was as good as dead would have pulled me into hell anyways.

We did talk a lot last night, though. I felt kinda guilty... I've been keeping secrets from her. I've had this reoccurring dream that I was..... drowning. It was sort of like back before the Giant War, when I'd been afraid of breathing underwater, but the fear has only intensified since then. I wake myself up, gasping for breaths... and things have been getting weird.

I was dreaming that my foot was handcuffed to an anchor and I had sunk to the bottom of the ocean. I knew that I would drown if I breathed, so I pulled against my restraint so hard that it hurt and probably left bruises... but that's not all. I would wake up with the usual panic, but I'd notice that there would actually be a bruise on my ankle.

It led me to wonder that if I did drown in my dream... would I suffocate in real life?

I was pulled from my thoughts by wide grey eyes looking right through me. Annabeth had woken up and noticed that I'd been staring at her, admiring her peaceful state in the dream world.

"Good morning, Wise Girl," I smiled and she grinned back. "Did you sleep ok?" She had been tucked in my arms the whole night, her head nestled in the crook of my neck. Her lemon-shampoo scent delighting my senses all night.

"No nightmares." She said, as if it cleared up everything. I was glad to hear that she at least had a good sleep. The reason we needed to sleep together in the first place was to stay calm during the night. Tartarus was the thing that haunted both our dreams. Night after night of thrashing and screaming, waking up the rest of the camp. That was the only reason Chiron even allowed us to sleep in my cabin.
I didn't bother telling Annabeth that I'd had a nightmare - it would only worry her and stress her out. Usually when we slept together, neither of us had dreams at all and, if we did, they were pleasant. But it's been getting worse these past few days - the days leading up to the quest and so forth.

I rolled out of the bed and got dressed. The time was a mystery to me because we had no clock or watch or phone (obviously) to keep us updated. I was about to put my shirt on when I realised that Annabeth hadn't moved and she'd just buried herself in the bed more.

"Annabeth," I whined. "You're making us late!"

"How would you know?" Her voice muffled by the pillow. "You don't have the time."

"Well, either we're late or you're making us late, so get up." I pulled the sheets off her to reveal her pyjamas - my t-shirt and some bike shorts. "Is that my shirt?!" I faked offence.

"You can have it back now, then" she smirked and started stripping it off. I blushed and turned away, being the gentleman I am. Without looking, I snatched it off her and pulled the shirt over my head. It smelled like her lemon shampoo. Maybe I should let her borrow my clothes more.

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After we got ready, I peeked into the hallway of the hotel/Inn to see if any people were roaming about. I almost got hit in the face by Frank, who was standing right outside the door, ready to knock.