Prompt #009 - Months

Prompt # 009 – Months

Remain

Time Frame: Three months after Luke left to join Kronos

Pairing: Annabeth/Luke (sort of)

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“Three months and I’m still breathing.”

-Sober

By: Kelly Clarkson

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He is gone.

Annabeth sits on the edge of her bed, staring down at the carpeted floor of her father’s home.

It has been three months. Has it really been that long? It doesn’t seem that long, yet it seems like so much longer.

Luke. Not Luke. Anyone but Luke.

That’s not true, a voice in her head whispers. She pushes it aside.

How could he? After so much. After so much they’d been through together, how could he just throw it all away? All those times he’d saved her live. All those times they’d laughed, and cried, and thought it was going to be the end.

How could he just…

Annabeth puts her head in her hands.

It has been three months. But here she is, living life as if there is nothing different. As if she can just live her life without Luke in it.

He was…her older brother, her mentor, her role model, her…he was all she had to look up to. He was all she had when she was little.

How can he just toss her aside like last month’s trash?

She deliberately takes in a deep breath and let it out.

All you need to do is keep breathing, Annabeth, she instructs herself. Just keep breathing.

She stands up and walks over to the window, looking out over San Francisco.

Three months.

She is here…and Luke isn’t.

~fin~

Prompt #008 - Weeks

Prompt # 008 – Weeks

Choice
Time Frame: Battle of the Labyrinth
Pairing: Percy/Calypso, Percy/Annabeth


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“The distance is nothing; it is only the first step that is difficult.”
-Madame Marie du Deffand

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Two weeks, one choice.

Percy Jackson has never felt so lost.

Completely cut off from the world, he is floating on a cloud, as if in that sweet transition between waking and sleeping. Every breath fills him with the sleepy, lulling scent of flowers and the sweetness and her.

He can see her, standing a ways from him, silhouetted by the moonlight and she is so sweet, and perfect…

Calypso.

So close and so lovely—like a flower in a window box, assuring him that if he just forgets everything else…life would be perfect.

Dreamland, he is in. Not fully real, yet not fully false.

It is like he is in a different universe, separated completely from the plane he once resided on. So beautiful and surreal that it certainly cannot last…a dream that must disperse in the morning hours. He can feel it: like a nagging tug on the back of his mind, pulling him away from the realm of sleep and dreams back into his harsh reality.

Annabeth.

He can still feel her—like a slow ache, painful but real, reminding him she is still out there waiting for him.

Like a lingering kiss, he can still feel her.

Percy stands, his feet rooted to the sand, the water swirling about his ankles. Which direction to move his feet? Back to the warm soft bed and the promise of another careless day…or into the ocean, back home to all he left.

The wave crash and churn and he can feel their power. He closes his eyes, wondering what to do.

Inside his mind, he sways like the currents of the ocean, letting go, releasing himself to the power and wisdom of the ocean, trusting it to guide him to his destiny.

He takes a step and knows he is going home.

~fin~