This is what you might call an experiment. I wanted to see if I could write a Percy Jackson fic and portray the characters realistically. I think I managed quite well, if I do say so myself. This is and always will be a one-shot. I promise. No sudden next chapters as per usual. Whether feedback is positive enough to merit other PJ fics remains to be seen.

Percy Jackson and all related characters and properties (except the Greek/Roman gods and monsters and junk) belong to Rick Riordan, who is a freaking genius. I own none of the creative property mentioned in this story.

Moving on!

How cliché is it, some kid sitting on the beach, staring out at the ocean?

I mean, it's not like I'm going for the whole brooding-teen-staring-at-the-ocean thing. Really. I just happen to be the son of Poseidon, god of the sea. So, naturally, I like water a bit.

"Hey, Seaweed Brain."

Of course, this makes me a bit predictable, you could say. Hey, where's Percy? Check the beach.

They might as well put up a little sign that says Percy Parking. Violators will be fed to Mrs. O'Leary. Great, now I need to talk to the Hephaestus guys about making one of those. Where was I?

Oh, yeah, someone called me Seaweed Brain. It's like the only pet name I let Annabeth get away with, because the way she says it makes it sound like the farthest thing from an insult.

My gorgeous recent-girlfriend plops down in the sand next to me, tucking her legs under her and resting against me, her head nestled onto my shoulder. My heart starts to hammer a bit, even after a month of hand-holding, kissing, hugging, and other touchy boyfriend-girlfriend stuff. A year ago, I would never have thought myself the dating type. Of course, a year ago, I had bigger concerns, like saving the world from Titan War II. And puberty.

I'm getting side-tracked again.

"You chatting with your dad?" Annabeth asks, her voice quiet, relaxed.

"Nah," I say, laying my head back against hers, her curly blonde hair tickling my nose before I blow it away with a puff of air. She giggles at that. "He's probably got important sea-god stuff to do. I'm just…enjoying this."

"This?" she asks, turning her head on my shoulder to look up at me. I smile down at her and toy with a lock of her hair.

"This," I repeat. "This peace and quiet. No Titans out to destroy the world, no gods messing with us, no Underworld monsters deciding they want me as the main course in a hero sandwich, pun intended."

She giggles and rolls her eyes, leaning in to plant a little kiss on my lips. "Seaweed brain," she mutters, laying her head down in my lap and staring up at me. "I get it, though. It seems like ever since you came here, things were just more insane than usual. You've never had the normal camp experience."

I run my fingers through her hair as she stares out at the ocean. The sun is just dipping below the horizon, so everything's orange and yellow. In the light, Annabeth's blonde hair is glinting like gold, her tanned skin glimmering bronze. She looks like some kind of statue of Aphrodite or something. She'd punch me if I told her this ("Leave the corny lines to Apollo."), but it's true.

"This is perfect," I say, leaning back and staring out at the ocean.

We lapse into silence, Annabeth closing her eyes as I absently run my fingers through her hair, something I started doing when I realized how soft it was. I asked her once what kind of shampoo she uses, but she just laughed and called me a dork.

"Percy?" she asks once the sun is more than halfway gone. The air is a little chillier now, but not near enough to make either of us too cold.


"Do you…ever think about where we'll be in five years or ten years?"

Honestly, no. Being a half-blood's so dangerous, I'm usually glad to make it to next week.

Wait. She said "we", as in me and her. Oh.

"Well…" I say eloquently. "Probably…I dunno, rooming somewhere in New York, college, that kind of thing. I hope. A son of Poseidon at twenty is gonna have a lot of problems with monsters."

She smiles. "They'll have to get through me first," she says. "But, will I still be Annabeth Chase, or will I be Annabeth Jackson?"

I won't like, I feel a not-unpleasant jolt at "Annabeth Jackson". I grin stupidly up at the sky and can just imagine Zeus rolling his eyes at me.

"I think Annabeth Jackson has a much better ring to it," I reply, looking down to find her smiling hugely up at me, her hand moving to trail down my cheek, her fingers tickling my neck a bit.

"Good," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I happen to feel the same way."


We both jump and turn to see a head of flaming red hear bobbing across the darkening beach, Rachel Elizabeth Dare's pale skin gleaming in the growing moonlight. She smiles that annoying knowing smile, stopping near us and jerking her head back toward the camp.

"Campfire time," she says. "Move it, lovebirds."

Annabeth sits up and moves nimbly to her feet while I stand slightly less gracefully, lacing my fingers through hers. Annabeth giggles as we follow Rachel, leaning in and whispering in my ear. "What about Annabeth Chase-Jackson?"

I can't help but bust out laughing at that one, earning a roll of the eyes from Rachel, who mutters something about "lovesick demigods".

Yeah, short, but it was what one might call a "drabble". Anyway, feedback is appreciated!