A PJO/MR Crossover (Sidenote: I wrote this story when I was 16. It is kind of cringey and cliche, so read at your own risk)
During a date with Annabeth after the Giant War, mysterious men kidnap Percy Jackson. Injured and near death, the two are ca...
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Annabeth POV "I still can't believe you did this!"
The outraged voice of Chiron was something most people didn't experience; he was good natured that way. Unfortunately, I was not most people. I've had many confrontations with him over the years, and I blamed it on our similar personalities. His tone and demeanor demanded regret from it's target, but I was too stubborn to stand down. I had known it would come to this, so I stayed upright, much to his annoyance.
We were in the Big House, days after news of Percy's condition spread across camp. Chiron was furious that he had no say in my decision, and was one of the last to find out about it. Every morning since we'd tried coming up with solutions, but it always led into an argument. Nonetheless, this is the first one that had gotten this far.
"I did what anyone would've done for Percy! This is the only way to save him, even if there are risks," I said, feeling myself cringe mentally at the word "risks." How I hated its negative connotation.
"Risks that could get him killed. The odds of him waking up become smaller by the day!" Chiron shouted, loud enough for a snoozing Mr. D to hear.
I couldn't look at Chiron anymore without feeling extremely murderous, so I stared at the lazy Dionysus instead. The wine god had perked up from his rest, drawn to the argument at hand. It made me sick watching the smirk come upon his face, no matter the peril of the situation.
It seems he didn't help my mood either, so I gazed at the brown tiled floor, saying a piece of my mind. "I tried everything, Chiron! I couldn't let him die when he still had a chance!"
Mr. D saw this as an opportune time to step in with a sarcastic argument of his own. "Annabelle, heroes die all of the time, and your boyfriend will be one of them someday. Accepting that is only half the battle."
I glared at him, my blood turning cold with fury. I felt my cheeks turning red; heart pounding ferociously.
"This is none of your business," I said through gritted teeth, feeling brave against the all powerful immortal.
Mr. D's eyes burned with fire. He started to get up- most likely to turn me into a dolphin- before Chiron stopped him.
The centaur got in between us. His white hindquarters were bulging, ready to be put to use in case they were needed. Mr. D rolled his eyes, as if something very entertaining had been interrupted.
"Annabeth, I need you to leave," Chiron said evenly.
"I already was," I snapped, bolting to the wooden door and slamming it sharply. So hard in fact, I heard a terrible creak within it's workings
Why didn't Chiron understand?
"Why can't he realize that this hurts me just as much as it hurts him?" I thought sourly.
I made my way through the hot sun, heading to the infirmary briskly. The grass bent under the weight of my feet, crunching slightly. Over and over again. I focused on that sound, in efforts to keep myself relaxed.
