Percy Jackson- Shots

Nightmares

"Annabeth!"

I didn't even open my eyes. I was having a really good sleep. It was probably just one of my little sibling having a bad dream.

"Annabeth," the person said sternly. It was my brother, Malcolm.

"Go back to sleep," I mumbled into my pillow.

"It's Percy."

That got my attention. I opened my eyes and sat up. "What's wrong with him?"

"Just come with me." Malcolm grabbed my hand and pulled me out of bed.

Even though it was the middle of the night, there were half-bloods scattered everywhere around camp. Especially around cabin three; demigods of all ages surrounded the door. Malcolm pushed through the crowd of people, pulling me behind him.

When I was in the cabin, I froze. Percy was lying in his bed, face up. His eyes were wide, his arms straight at his sides. His forehead and nose was beaded with sweat. He didn't move, except for his chest rising and falling slowly.

"He started screaming in the middle of the night," Malcolm whispered to me. "When some campers came to see what was going on, he was like this and he was mumbling your name."

"My name?" I asked.

As if on queue, Percy's lips moved and he grumbled, "Annabeth."

I walked over to his bed and sat down beside him. "Hey. What's wrong?"

Percy blinked, then turned his head and looked at me. "Annabeth?" he asked, his voice low.

I smiled and nodded. "Yeah. I'm here. What's wrong?"

I didn't really notice it, but I was running my hand through his jet black hair. Percy and I had become a lot closer ever since last summer, when I kissed him in the Labyrinth.

"I... I had a nightmare. You were dying. She... She killed you."

"Who?"

Percy swallowed, but didn't answer. He looked at me for a second, then sat up very slowly. My hand dropped from his head and rested on his thigh.

"You're alive?" he asked, not taking his sea-green eyes off of me.

I nodded. "Yeah. It's fine. I'm okay."

As if to make sure, Percy raised his hand and touched my cheek, then ran his hand through my blonde hair and rested his hand on the back of my neck.

I was extremely surprised when he leaned forward and kissed me. It was slow and sweet. His soft lips capturing mine; our lips moving in sync perfectly.

I completely forgot about the other campers in the cabin, until someone behind me cleared their throat. I pulled away from the kiss, and turned my head and saw Malcolm standing there, his arms crossed, giving me a disapproving look. I blushed as I looked back at Percy.

"You okay?" I asked.

"I am now," he said.

I blushed even more. I wrapped my arms around him, and he did the same to me.

Sitting there, hugging Percy, I forgot the rest of the world around me. They faded away as Percy's muscular arms tightened around my waist.

I'm not sure how Percy was feeling, but I thought that it was perfect.