Percy Jackson One-Shots

Writing Prompt AU: Percy gets hurt

Time period: botl

Prompt: Percy gets super duper hurt in some battle. And Annabeth has no idea how to cope with it. Not dating but as close as they were in botl/tlo (they didn't kiss in botl)

"Annabeth you can't be in here." I turned in surprise as Will's figure appeared in the doorway. I gripped Percy's hand tighter but he still remained limp as the children of Apollo moved around me, preparing his body for what looked like emergency surgery.

"What the Hades do you mean?" Will held his hands up, his face apologetic.

"I mean, you can't be in here while we heal him."

"Why not?" I stood up, and Percy's hand slipped through my fingers.

"Because he needs to focus on healing and he'll be worried about you if you're in there."

"Will-" Someone was touching my back lightly, guiding me to Will, away from Percy. I fought the urge to fight back.

"No. I'm pulling rank. As his doctor and head of Apollo cabin, you can't be in there."

"But it's Percy, and, and it's me he-" I stuttered trying to find the right thing to say. My hands clenched at my sides and I puffed out a breath of air.

"I'm sorry Annabeth." Will said and closed the door in my face once he'd walked me out of the room. I went to bang on the door, to knock it down with my bare hands but as I raised my fist I realised it was still coated in blood. Percy's blood.

I ran to the lake, thrusting my hands into the water, scrubbing as hard as I could. The water turned pink as I repeated my prayer.

"Mother please. Please don't let him die. Please. Not Percy. I'll do anything. Please don't take him away from me. Not after everything. Mother please." I raised my eyes to the sky imagining my mother's stern face looking down on me. She'd never been fond of Percy, or of our friendship, but I hoped she'd put her pride aside and help him.

The water rippled and I held my breath hoping that it meant my mother had heard me.

"It's a bit odd don't you think, praying to the goddess of wisdom by a body of water?" A voice said from beside me. I turned in surprised and my mouth dropped open.

"Poseidon?" He smiled at me, and crossed his legs at his ankles, adjusting himself on a chair that had appeared from nowhere. By his side a fishing line stood stuck deep in the sand.

"Hello Miss Chase." He looked so much like Percy when he smiled. It almost hurt to look at. I pulled my hands from the water and wiped them hastily on my already dirty shirt. I bowed my head in respect before rising unsteadily on my feet.

"I always come here when I want to think- and when I fight with Percy," I explained, gesturing to the lake and the trees that surrounded it. The spot where he had been claimed, was still a memory fresh n my mind. The way he had healed that day.

"I come here to remind myself why he's my best friend," my voice was shaking. I hated that it was shaking. Poseidon smiled again, his eyes crinkling the way they do when you smile a lot. He waved his hand and another seat appeared. He gestured down to it and I took a seat.

"He comes here to think too. I've seen him," Poseidon said, looking out at the lake. "He doesn't know I'm there obviously. But I see him." A wistful look came over his features and I realised that Poseidon could very much be as worried as I was about Percy. It was odd seeing such a human emotion on a god.

"My mother isn't going to answer my prayer is she," I asked my voice barely a whisper.

"You don't have to be a child of the wisdom goddess to know that." Hurt and anger made my blood boil. But I hated the fact that I knew why she wouldn't do it. Why she wouldn't help a hero of a prophecy and alter the fates plans. I hated that I understood. I blinked back tears and trained my eyes on the horizon, the sun beginning to set.