•Percy jackson's point of view

disclaimer: I'm not a man named Rick Rordian

"What would you do if I died?"

My heart jolted a bit in surprise, "What kind of question is that?"

Annabeth sighed still gazing intently at the starry night sky. She paused a beat then replied after a faint crash of the waves against the sandy shore, "I don't know, just a thought."

I sat up. This conversation wasn't causal enough for me to be lying down. We've just been relaxing at the beach in comfortable silence for a while so when this question came out of the blue, I have to admit, made me panic.

"Do you think we're gonna be attacked or something?" I adjusted myself to face her when an unsettling idea came to me, "Oh gods, you're sick aren't you?"

Eventually, she slowly sat up as well and hugged her knees to her chest. To my surprise she chuckled lightly and gave me an, oh you're so silly, smile.

"No no Percy. Nothing like that." She turned her head to the beach for a second and then back to me, "Just answer the question will you Seaweed Brain?"

I made a face, "You want the truth? The whole truth, right?"

Annabeth leaned over to ruffle my hair. Then snuggled close to me, "No I want you to lie straight to my face," she smirked practicing her sarcasm.

"Alright, alright fine." I took a breath, "I would probably cry, a lot."

"Oh really?"

I nodded dramatically, "Yes ma'am. I would cry and then cry some more. I would throw bouquets of flowers on your grave and turn into a crazy person who still has conversations with you. Is that good enough?" I couldn't help laughing.

Annabeth laughed along with me, "Wow. That does sound awfully dramatic." she pinched my arm, "stop avoiding the question."

I sighed, she got me.

"So I'll start over. What would you do if I died?" she said slowly for the effect. "And be serious this time!"

"Ok! So I would probably go into some depression state and then... go to the underworld to get you back." I said the last part quickly, hoping she wouldn't catch on.

And of course that's the only thing she heard, "Percy! Don't do that!" she punched my arm and her mouth gaped open like she was at a loss for words.

"What?" I asked defensively

"It's just... me and Malcolm were talking earlier today, about well, your fatal flaw actually..."

"You were talking about me?" I interrupted, "With your brother?!"

She put out her hand to stop me, "Yeah sorry about that, but anyway. He told me that you would do anything for me. And then I said, "like what?" and then he said that you would probably go to underworld for me if I died."

Her speech slowed down, "And I said I would ask you..." her voice trailed off waiting for my reaction.

"Well I don't know what you expected me to say."

She sighed again, heavily, "I know. But that scares me. I don't what you to kill yourself over me."

"So it scares you more that I might try to bring you back from the dead then you actually being dead?"

Annabeth smiled, "I guess so. But If I die... Just let it go."

I laid back down and so did she.

I blinked, "You know that's not gonna happen, right?"

"It was worth a shot."

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