Afterlife Anxiety (Annabeth Fanific)

I Prank a Pilot (Bad Idea)

A/N - I'm currently listening to this song and I'm currently obsessed :)

Annabeth's POV

I rolled out of bed feeling refreshed and happy. I was going to see Percy today! We had only been separated for a few days, but it felt like ages. I stepped down from the bed, sleepily rubbing my eyes as I headed for the bathroom. I quickly undressed, stepped into the shower, and turned the faucet. I shivered as the the cool water hit my bare skin, reminding me of Percy. It was hard without him. It felt like some people described withdrawal. I smiled sadly at that. Withdrawal from my Percy drug. I flashbacked to those cruel, cruel months without Percy, calling for him and later, crying for him. It had felt almost the same way, but at least this time I knew that Percy was safe and sound.

Or was he? I tried to shake off the feeling that Percy didn't heed my last words, that he had commited suicide and was dead too. Accepting my own death was pretty easy. Accepting Percy's death - well, I couldn't bring myself to do it. I needed Percy, and I was going to see him today.

"You had better not be dead, Seaweed Brain, or I'll kill you myself," I muttered as I shut off the shower and wrapped a gray towel around my body.

I had a bit of a panic attack when I went to go choose my clothes. There were some green Valhalla t-shirts and jeans, but not much else. I sighed. I guessed I would just have to make it work. I slipped into a pair of light blue jeans and was about to reach for a t-shirt when I noticed something was off. A bright light flashed, and suddenly, one of Percy's old swim team hoodies that I had claimed for myself appeared on a hanger. After the flash diminished, I looked closer at the jacket. A tiny stain near the bottom where I had spilled some spaghetti sauce told me that this wasn't just a replica, but the real thing.

I squealed, not even questioning the magic. Valhalla had a bunch of weird things, why couldn't it also transport some of your personal belongings to enjoy in the afterlife?

I put on a shirt, then put on the hoodie. I breathed deeply. It smelled of salt, and the ocean, and sand, and cookies. It smelled of Percy. My Percy.

I skipped out of the bedroom and almost slammed into Magnus, who was walking down the hallway.

"Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. So Sorry," I frantically said as I checked if Magnus was ok. He looked at me strangely.

"Annabeth, are you okay? You seem a bit off today," Magnus said, looking at me with concern.

I just nodded. "Yeah. Great. I feel great. Just excited to see Percy, that's all!"

Magnus looked at me disbelievingly, but shook it off. "Anyway, I was just heading for breakfast. You should come too."

I nodded and followed him as he walked down the hallway and into the lounge.

We walked into the doorway to be met with the rest of my hallmates. I shook my head. Magnus's hallmates. They weren't mine, and hopefully they would never be. I wasn't going to stay here long enough for them to become my hallmates too. I would go to Elysium and wait for Percy. I repeated that over and over in my head. I'm going to see Percy, then go to Elysium. I'm going to see Percy, then go to Elysium.

I grabbed a plate and started to fill it up with scrambled eggs, sausages, and a muffin, then I went and sat down on the plush loveseat. Magnus filled up his plate as well, then came and sat next to me. Halfborn, TJ, Mallory, and Alex were already sitting on the sofas in front of us.

"Hey, guys," I started. They didn't know about the plan to meet Percy today. I took a deep breath and blurted it out. "Magus and I are going to go meet Percy, tell him what's happened."