Who: Annabeth Chase & Percy Jackson What: Annabeth wants to see Riptide When: Mid-May | Right after Mother's Day Where: Percy's dorm room Warnings: None! Status: Log | Complete
Finals were finally ending, and Annabeth couldn’t wait to take a little break from the constant studying. She loved to study, but she hadn’t really had a moment to herself to do anything that she really wanted to. Summer break was calling her name. Not to mention she knew that she had other things to look forward to. Annabeth had been anxiously waiting to see Percy and his new pen. It wasn’t every day that your friend received a pen that turned into a sword. She couldn’t wait to see how it worked.
She had briefly stopped by her dorm to drop her things off, grab a snack, and to pull her hair up into a messy ponytail. It wasn’t like she was trying to make herself look presentable or anything. It was just Percy.
After her quick pit stop back at her own dorm she made her way to Percy’s dorm. She walked a little faster than she would have on a normal day, but she couldn’t help the excitement she felt. Standing in front of his door, she took a deep breath and knocked quickly.
Percy had enjoyed seeing his mother the last few days and was excited that her and Paul would be making the move across country soon. He would miss going home to New York, but he also liked California and considering the friends he’d made over the last school year all lived in California, it’d be nice to still be able to see them outside of school. One such friend was Annabeth. When his mother had asked him about his friends from school, her name was the first one that had passed his lips and of course Sally had teased him a little and he’d insisted that he and Annabeth were just friends.
Speaking of Annabeth, she was on her way to his room to see Riptide. He still couldn’t quite believe that he owned a sword now and he wasn’t really sure what to do with it, but it was pretty cool to have. Hearing the knock at the door, Percy pulled it open, “Hey. Come on in.” He moved aside to allow Annabeth to enter.
“Percy,” she said with a bright smile. Annabeth was trying her best to not act as though she was beyond excited to see his new gadget. This hadn’t been the norm before she had gone away to college, but she seemed to be taking to it without much thought. Everything seemed so different now, but she didn’t mind that much. At least not for the time being. Her dreams were insane some days, but they weren’t extra terrible. She stepped into his dorm room and then turned around to look at him expectantly.
Annabeth rocked back on her heels. “Did you have a nice time with your mom?” She asked, genuinely curious about her visit. It also helped to make her not seem so eager about the pen even though she was trying to nonchalantly look around his room. Talking also helped to ease her nerves about being in his dorm room with him. Being in her own room felt different than standing here with him in his. She couldn’t explain why it felt different, but it just did.
As Percy moved aside he became very aware that Annabeth was the first girl that he’d had in his dorm room and he suddenly became very nervous about that. He knew that there shouldn’t have been any reason to be nervous cause she was just like any other friend he had and she was just there to see Riptide after all. That was it. Once she was inside, Percy closed the door, taking a deep breath as he turned to face her just as she asked about his mother, “It was good.” Talking about his mom’s visit helped to relax him a little, but he was still nervous and wasn’t exactly sure what he was supposed to do now that Annabeth was standing there, “Uh, do you wanna sit?” He gestured towards his desk chair. His roommate was out so Percy figured he’d just sit at his roommate’s desk for the time being. “I’m looking forward to her and Paul finally being out here for good.”
“Thanks,” she said with a smile as she took a seat on his desk chair. Once she was seated, she locked her ankles together and tucked her hands under her legs. “I think it’s great that they’ll be around for you more. You’re very lucky.” Annabeth couldn’t help the small pang of jealousy at just how close Percy was to his family. She knew that her family loved her, but it was different and things had been hard for her for a very long time. She only wished she felt the way Percy did about this family. Annabeth didn’t want to dwell on that, and instead, turned her attention back to the reason she had come over in the first place.
She leaned forward a bit and smiled at him. “Do you really have a pen that turns into a sword? How did you even know you had it? Where was it when you found it? What are you going to do with it? Have you actually used it? Is it safe to open up in a room this size?” Annabeth had a million more questions where that came from.
Percy was glad that his mother had met a man that he had easily been able to get a long with. He’d heard so many horror stories about step parents and was glad that Paul wasn’t like any of them. Paul treated him well and had taken time to get to know Percy when things had started to become serious between him and Sally and most important of all, he treated Sally the way she deserved. She had given up so much to raise Percy that all he wanted was for his mother to be happy.
He couldn’t help but laugh as Annabeth brought up the sword and he nodded, “I do.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the pen. Looking at it, it was just a regular ball point pen, but Percy knew what it really was. He was still a little freaked out each time he uncapped it, but it was becoming more normal each time, “It was on my nightstand. I knew right away what it was and yeah, it’s safe. I mean, so long as I don’t point it right at you or anything.” Taking hold of the cap, Percy removed it and the pen transformed into Riptide.
Annabeth was staring intently at Percy, watching him take out the pen. The whole idea of the pen was more than exciting to her. It was fascinating, and she wanted nothing more than to borrow it from him so that she could study it and potentially figure out just how the pen actually worked. She knew that it wouldn’t be easy, but the thought of getting to do that made her way more excited than was probably normal. “Percy, it’s fantastic!” She said, awe laced in her voice. She looked up at him and smirked. “Well, I certainly hope you don’t point it at me or anything. I sort of like being around.” Leaning forward, she reached out to lightly touch the blade. “What are you going to do with it? What if you accidentally think it’s a pen and go to use it?!”
Percy wasn’t actually sure if Annabeth could borrow the pen, because it appeared that anytime he left it somewhere, it would magically appear in his pocket not long after. It were as if the pen were attached to him somehow. Probably by magic, even if the thought of magic being a thing was pretty crazy to him. Then again, how else did one explain a pen turning into a sword if not for magic?
He shrugged in response to her question, “I don’t know, to be honest. I mean, it’s not like we’re being attacked my Minotaur or anything. I guess for now I’ll just hang on to it.” He touched to cap of the pen to the tip of the sword and in seconds he was holding the pen again.
Annabeth sat back in her chair, eyes still watching the pen. “Do you really have a choice? About keeping the pen, I mean. It feels like at this point, we’re all sort of just at the mercy of our dreams and what they give us and tell us.” She chewed on her bottom lip, wondering about what all of these dream things meant for everyone. “I haven’t gotten anything yet, and I’m not so sure that I want to get anything. I’m sure it could never measure up to a pen that turns into a sword.” She smiled up at him.
Turning in his desk chair, she placed her chin into her hands and looked around at the things he had nearby. “Does it make you nervous to think what else might show up? A tattoo? Something much more dangerous? Not that a sword isn’t dangerous, but at least it’s a pen.”
“I mean, sure. If we’re demi-gods any number of things could show up.” Percy still didn’t quite understand how it all worked, but it didn’t seem like anyone had any answers. “Maybe you’ll get a sword too.” His dreams were still so new that Percy had no idea what could possibly show up.
She turned back around to look at him. “The dreams are sort of cool, though. They're weird, don't get me wrong. But I sort of like it,” she said with a little shrug. “But then, I don't want to wake up to something terrible either. Or witness anything extra terrible. It's probably inevitable. Like you said, demi-gods.
“I wouldn't mind some of the tamer things I see in my dreams, though.” She brought her legs up to sit cross legged on the chair. “It's nice to have someone who understands. If I had to know anyone from my dreams I'm just glad it's you.” Her cheeks flushed a little and she glanced off to her left. It was not like her to admit things like that out loud.
Finals were finally ending, and Annabeth couldn’t wait to take a little break from the constant studying. She loved to study, but she hadn’t really had a moment to herself to do anything that she really wanted to. Summer break was calling her name. Not to mention she knew that she had other things to look forward to. Annabeth had been anxiously waiting to see Percy and his new pen. It wasn’t every day that your friend received a pen that turned into a sword. She couldn’t wait to see how it worked.
She had briefly stopped by her dorm to drop her things off, grab a snack, and to pull her hair up into a messy ponytail. It wasn’t like she was trying to make herself look presentable or anything. It was just Percy.
After her quick pit stop back at her own dorm she made her way to Percy’s dorm. She walked a little faster than she would have on a normal day, but she couldn’t help the excitement she felt. Standing in front of his door, she took a deep breath and knocked quickly.
Percy had enjoyed seeing his mother the last few days and was excited that her and Paul would be making the move across country soon. He would miss going home to New York, but he also liked California and considering the friends he’d made over the last school year all lived in California, it’d be nice to still be able to see them outside of school. One such friend was Annabeth. When his mother had asked him about his friends from school, her name was the first one that had passed his lips and of course Sally had teased him a little and he’d insisted that he and Annabeth were just friends.
Speaking of Annabeth, she was on her way to his room to see Riptide. He still couldn’t quite believe that he owned a sword now and he wasn’t really sure what to do with it, but it was pretty cool to have. Hearing the knock at the door, Percy pulled it open, “Hey. Come on in.” He moved aside to allow Annabeth to enter.
“Percy,” she said with a bright smile. Annabeth was trying her best to not act as though she was beyond excited to see his new gadget. This hadn’t been the norm before she had gone away to college, but she seemed to be taking to it without much thought. Everything seemed so different now, but she didn’t mind that much. At least not for the time being. Her dreams were insane some days, but they weren’t extra terrible. She stepped into his dorm room and then turned around to look at him expectantly.
Annabeth rocked back on her heels. “Did you have a nice time with your mom?” She asked, genuinely curious about her visit. It also helped to make her not seem so eager about the pen even though she was trying to nonchalantly look around his room. Talking also helped to ease her nerves about being in his dorm room with him. Being in her own room felt different than standing here with him in his. She couldn’t explain why it felt different, but it just did.
As Percy moved aside he became very aware that Annabeth was the first girl that he’d had in his dorm room and he suddenly became very nervous about that. He knew that there shouldn’t have been any reason to be nervous cause she was just like any other friend he had and she was just there to see Riptide after all. That was it. Once she was inside, Percy closed the door, taking a deep breath as he turned to face her just as she asked about his mother, “It was good.” Talking about his mom’s visit helped to relax him a little, but he was still nervous and wasn’t exactly sure what he was supposed to do now that Annabeth was standing there, “Uh, do you wanna sit?” He gestured towards his desk chair. His roommate was out so Percy figured he’d just sit at his roommate’s desk for the time being. “I’m looking forward to her and Paul finally being out here for good.”
“Thanks,” she said with a smile as she took a seat on his desk chair. Once she was seated, she locked her ankles together and tucked her hands under her legs. “I think it’s great that they’ll be around for you more. You’re very lucky.” Annabeth couldn’t help the small pang of jealousy at just how close Percy was to his family. She knew that her family loved her, but it was different and things had been hard for her for a very long time. She only wished she felt the way Percy did about this family. Annabeth didn’t want to dwell on that, and instead, turned her attention back to the reason she had come over in the first place.
She leaned forward a bit and smiled at him. “Do you really have a pen that turns into a sword? How did you even know you had it? Where was it when you found it? What are you going to do with it? Have you actually used it? Is it safe to open up in a room this size?” Annabeth had a million more questions where that came from.
Percy was glad that his mother had met a man that he had easily been able to get a long with. He’d heard so many horror stories about step parents and was glad that Paul wasn’t like any of them. Paul treated him well and had taken time to get to know Percy when things had started to become serious between him and Sally and most important of all, he treated Sally the way she deserved. She had given up so much to raise Percy that all he wanted was for his mother to be happy.
He couldn’t help but laugh as Annabeth brought up the sword and he nodded, “I do.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the pen. Looking at it, it was just a regular ball point pen, but Percy knew what it really was. He was still a little freaked out each time he uncapped it, but it was becoming more normal each time, “It was on my nightstand. I knew right away what it was and yeah, it’s safe. I mean, so long as I don’t point it right at you or anything.” Taking hold of the cap, Percy removed it and the pen transformed into Riptide.
Annabeth was staring intently at Percy, watching him take out the pen. The whole idea of the pen was more than exciting to her. It was fascinating, and she wanted nothing more than to borrow it from him so that she could study it and potentially figure out just how the pen actually worked. She knew that it wouldn’t be easy, but the thought of getting to do that made her way more excited than was probably normal. “Percy, it’s fantastic!” She said, awe laced in her voice. She looked up at him and smirked. “Well, I certainly hope you don’t point it at me or anything. I sort of like being around.” Leaning forward, she reached out to lightly touch the blade. “What are you going to do with it? What if you accidentally think it’s a pen and go to use it?!”
Percy wasn’t actually sure if Annabeth could borrow the pen, because it appeared that anytime he left it somewhere, it would magically appear in his pocket not long after. It were as if the pen were attached to him somehow. Probably by magic, even if the thought of magic being a thing was pretty crazy to him. Then again, how else did one explain a pen turning into a sword if not for magic?
He shrugged in response to her question, “I don’t know, to be honest. I mean, it’s not like we’re being attacked my Minotaur or anything. I guess for now I’ll just hang on to it.” He touched to cap of the pen to the tip of the sword and in seconds he was holding the pen again.
Annabeth sat back in her chair, eyes still watching the pen. “Do you really have a choice? About keeping the pen, I mean. It feels like at this point, we’re all sort of just at the mercy of our dreams and what they give us and tell us.” She chewed on her bottom lip, wondering about what all of these dream things meant for everyone. “I haven’t gotten anything yet, and I’m not so sure that I want to get anything. I’m sure it could never measure up to a pen that turns into a sword.” She smiled up at him.
Turning in his desk chair, she placed her chin into her hands and looked around at the things he had nearby. “Does it make you nervous to think what else might show up? A tattoo? Something much more dangerous? Not that a sword isn’t dangerous, but at least it’s a pen.”
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“I mean, sure. If we’re demi-gods any number of things could show up.” Percy still didn’t quite understand how it all worked, but it didn’t seem like anyone had any answers. “Maybe you’ll get a sword too.” His dreams were still so new that Percy had no idea what could possibly show up.
She turned back around to look at him. “The dreams are sort of cool, though. They're weird, don't get me wrong. But I sort of like it,” she said with a little shrug. “But then, I don't want to wake up to something terrible either. Or witness anything extra terrible. It's probably inevitable. Like you said, demi-gods.
“I wouldn't mind some of the tamer things I see in my dreams, though.” She brought her legs up to sit cross legged on the chair. “It's nice to have someone who understands. If I had to know anyone from my dreams I'm just glad it's you.” Her cheeks flushed a little and she glanced off to her left. It was not like her to admit things like that out loud.
Percy couldn’t help but smile back, his cheeks also flushing slightly, “Same here.” He had a feeling that their dreams were going to be very interesting and he was glad that he would be able to talk to Annabeth about them. He was glad he wouldn’t have to go through it alone.
Percy couldn’t help but smile back, his cheeks also flushing slightly, “Same here.” He had a feeling that their dreams were going to be very interesting and he was glad that he would be able to talk to Annabeth about them. He was glad he wouldn’t have to go through it alone.