This is my first fanfiction so it may be bad.

Flames will be used to roast marshmellows.

Disclamer: I do not own PJO or HOO

Traumatized

Annabeth Chase was chained to a wall as her boyfriend was tortured, beaten and left to die in a pool of his own blood. All she could do was sob and scream his name over and over.

"Annabeth, shh, wake up sis, it's okay," a voice said. It seemed unreal, far away even. But it was slowly becoming closer.

"Come on Annabeth wake up!" Her eyes snapped open. It was just a dream. Thank gods. Percy's alright.

"Annabeth?" She was sitting on Malcom's lap as he tried desperately to comfort his distrant sister. They were in her room surrounded by her cabin mates. She blushed and crawled off Malcom's lap.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."

"No, Annabeth it's okay. Where are you going?" Annabeth had gotten off of the bed and begun to grab cloths for the morning.

"Cabin three," she said causally.

"Oh no Chiron would kill you," Malcom called to her as she walked to the door.

"Don't care." She left cabin six and started walking to Percy's cabin.

When she arrived she realized that Percy was in the same position she had been in only he didn't have Malcom to wake him up. She sat on his bed and soothingly said,

"Seaweed brain wake up."

At the sound of her voice his eyes immediately snapped open. He saw her, looked confused, then realized what was happening.

"Come here, wise girl, let me hold you."

Instead of answering she set herself in his arms and laid her head on his chest. They both fell into a blissful, dreamless slumber.

They were both traumatized after Tartarus, but it didn't matter. As long as they're together.