Percy Jackson/Teen Wolf Crossover - Season 3

Episode 1 - Tattoo

Percy.

Annabeth couldn't get his name out of her head.

Percy. Percy, with his ocean green iris' that she'd so often felt like she could drown in. Percy and his thick, dark hair, permanently windswept to frame his face. Annabeth could remember the times she'd been on top of him, tangling her fingers through it as her groans filled Cabin Three, or the times she'd desperately tried, in vain, to run a comb through the mess of dark hair before a party or that one awful meal when she told her dad that she and Percy were dating.

Annabeth whipped her wet hair out of her face and grimaced as it slapped onto the top of her head. The rain had been relentless, practically coming at her sideways.

She had considered visiting her Dad and Helen now that she was in California before quickly forgetting that idea. They weren't the goal, Percy was.

Annabeth ducked into an alley and huddled herself in the entrance to an abandoned subway station. She felt closer to him here somehow. Annabeth traced her fingers over the cool brick, pondering over the four scratches embedded in the dull, brown wall. She figured this must have been a monster camp back when the titans had been resurfacing.

Annabeth lay her head against the brick and sighed, preparing for another cold night. After Kronos had told her where Percy had run off too, Annabeth had found an entrance into the Labyrinth and used Daedalus' laptop to find her way through. Daedalus' notes had been vague and often confusing, which is why Annabeth had arrived in Beacon Hills around two months later than she thought she would. The nights down there had been hard. Cold and in almost pitch black, her face was littered with cuts and burns and bruises from the monsters stuck down there, half of them still trying to find the entrance into Camp Half Blood to lay waste to it. But it was the loneliness that had stung. She wished she'd brought Grover with her to play hackey sack in the dark. She'd give up her dagger just to have had Percy sitting opposite her, cracking stupid puns about mazes.

Annabeth wondered what he was doing now. It was late, she hoped he'd be in bed, sleeping dreamlessly. Annabeth imagined his serene face, resting his perfectly, prominent cheekbones gently into a pillow, smushing his adorable face. Annabeth sighed and felt herself warmed by the thought of him. Percy's nose was straight, somehow unbroken from the years of warring, and the tip turned up slightly. Percy had always been a restless sleeper (Annabeth smiled remembering all the times he'd accidentally kicked her out of his bed whilst he slept), so Annabeth could picture his covers barely covering his broad chest and all the bulging muscle tissue under his tanned skin. Her imaginary eyes flickered down to the eight peaks of muscle on his abdomen and the deep V-cut down to his groin. She could imagine his shoulders, wide and round, slumped against the mattress as he turned in his sleep, revealing the war-torn plains of his back, with white ridges of scaring cutting through the gentle slopes of all the clearly defined muscles in his back.

Annabeth sighed.

The boy was a god. More importantly, he was her god and she wanted him back.

She couldn't wait for the day his eyes would brighten at the sight of her again, and to hear his mischievous laughter or see his crooked, trouble-maker smile.

It'll happen. Annabeth assured herself. All she needed to do was stick to her plan, and they could be perfect couple that she loved to remember. Their relationship was the greatest thing Annabeth had ever built, and she'd never even had to design it. The beautiful columns of marble on Olympus she'd designed paled in comparison to picturesque love story between her and Percy. Olympus would surely fall again, and another architect would redesign it. She and Percy could be permanent, they could be college sweethearts, then Annabeth could design their first house together after they married on Olympus, surrounded by all their friends, eventually they'd have kids and grow old together.