Mortals Meet Percabeth/ Percabeth one-shots

Gone Awry

This is based off a fan fiction I read on fanfiction.net. I'm not copying the story line by line, but I'm using the plot and storyline, with my own twists. The original story belongs to DarthMittens, not to me. So thanks to them for this inspiration, go check it out. No complete copying intended. This doesn't belong to me.

Third Person POV

Annabeth lay low in the cold snowy blankets of the woods, cold breath curling out of her mouth and swirling around her before dissipating. 

She held her knife in front of her and quietly got to her feet, and crept towards the area where she had previously heard screams of teammates being caught in traps. Now all was silent.

  It was never quiet in Capture the Flag. 

She didn't know which one to be more frightened about.

The snow under her feet barely crunched as she walked as light as a feather over the white flakes. Annabeth leapt over quickly as the floor underneath her fell apart, but she didn't make it. 

She fell downwards, but stabbed her knife into the wall and barely managed to hang on. She realised the only way to get up was to sacrifice her knife to pull herself up, and use as a boost.

 She put her foot on the hilt of the knife and jumped, tumbling onto the ground and watched as her prized knife tumbled into the pit. She swallowed back, but didn't see the blue helmeted demigod standing below, catching her knife.

A blur raced by her. Her eyes widened and her heart beated faster. He had it.

Annabeth got to her feet and took off after him, but he just got farther and farther away from her. She cursed and ran even faster, she wouldn't be outwitted like this. No, not a Daughter of Athena.

The man jumped, over a seemingly normal looking patch of snow. Annabeth leapt too, but this time it really was too late.

She landed straight in the trap, the fourth one in 12 minutes, and her ankle was hoisted up into the air and she was left dangling upside down on the frosty pine tree.

She heard cheering. Annabeth sighed, and let herself dangle. Percy, still holding the flag, came up to her and using Riptide, cut her free. He pulled her in to kiss her, but she shoved him away, a murderous look in her eyes. 

Why was she so angry? She didn't know, but for some reason she just couldn't control what she said.

"You awful, underhanded, lying, sneaky demigod." She spat at him. "Putting up traps beforehand. Show some respect to your opponents."

Percy gritted his teeth, "Oh, I guarantee you that if you did that, and you won, this conversation wouldn't exist." He retorted, his eyes narrowing.

Annabeth's feelings overwhelmed her. She didn't know why she was treating him like this. It was perfectly legal. "JUST ADMIT IT ALREADY! YOU DISOBEYED THE RULES." 

"AND WHY SHOULD I? YOU'RE BEING A SORE LOSER!" Percy shouted.

"BECAUSE YOU DID IT IN AN UNDERHANDED AND SNEAKY WAY!" 

Percy's voice was laced with heavy sarcasm. "Sure, because when we really go to battle, our opponent isn't going to set up traps. This is a stimulation, not a little Girl Scouts outing." He mocked. 

She shoved him to the ground. But she didn't see where. Split seconds before he landed, she saw where she had shoved him. 

Right onto the sharp rocks by the stream. Her eyes widened. She felt a slight twinge of guilt, but her pride was taking over. How dare he set up traps!