fic: All's Fair [PJO, Annabeth and Piper, PG]
Title: All's Fair
Rating: PG
Prompt: Annabeth/Piper, mentor
Notes: From the drabble meme at pjo_fic_battle. Contains speculation for characters in The Lost Hero.
All's Fair
"You okay, Piper?" Annabeth says, extending her hand to help Piper off the ground.
Piper glowers, turning her gaze from the older girl's hand toward the blonde boy high-fiving Percy Jackson on the other side of the battle arena. Feeling her eyes glaring holes in the middle of his back, Jason turns and gives her a smug thumbs up. Ass.
"I'm fine," Piper replies, even if it's not completely true, and ignores Annabeth's hand as she gets to her feet. She brushes her dusty and bleeding palms on her jeans and hobbles over to her bench to pick up her water bottle. "Just wounded my pride, that's all."
Annabeth follows her silently, her grey flickering over to the boys on the other side. Her gaze narrows as Percy sticks his tongue out at her, and when she turns back to Piper, her mouth is set in a thin line. Vaguely, Piper wonders if Annabeth's ashamed that she got stuck mentoring such a loser and her cheeks flush with color as she stares at her feet.
"First rule of Camp Half-Blood," Annabeth says suddenly, "Demigod boys are big-headed idiots who shouldn't be allowed anywhere near sharp objects."
Piper looks up at the older girl warily, still unsure how she'll react to any of her comments.
"I thought 'boys are idiots' is just a rule of life in general?"
Annabeth blinks, surprised, and then smiles her approval. She opens her mouth, starting to say something, but then Percy calls from across the way, "Hey Wise Girl! You ready for round two of 'My Apprentice is More Badass Than Yours?'"
He and Jason grin at each other like they've thought of something particularly clever, and Piper rolls her eyes. She sets her water bottle down and twirls her sword, still uncomfortable with the feel. She wishes she'd been allowed to carry her dagger into the arena, but the point of the exercise had been to get accustomed to using new weapons.
"Wish me luck," she mumbles, feeling like she's about to head off to the gallows. Which she might have preferred rather than seeing Jason's smug face again.
Annabeth steps in front of her on her way out and makes a show of adjusting her armor so she can slip a small knife into her waistband. Piper shoots her a startled look, but the boys aren't paying attention as usual.
"Second rule of Camp Half-Blood," Annabeth says with a wink, and she pats her on the shoulder. "Cheating against Percy - or Jason - is always fair."
Rating: PG
Prompt: Annabeth/Piper, mentor
Notes: From the drabble meme at pjo_fic_battle. Contains speculation for characters in The Lost Hero.
All's Fair
"You okay, Piper?" Annabeth says, extending her hand to help Piper off the ground.
Piper glowers, turning her gaze from the older girl's hand toward the blonde boy high-fiving Percy Jackson on the other side of the battle arena. Feeling her eyes glaring holes in the middle of his back, Jason turns and gives her a smug thumbs up. Ass.
"I'm fine," Piper replies, even if it's not completely true, and ignores Annabeth's hand as she gets to her feet. She brushes her dusty and bleeding palms on her jeans and hobbles over to her bench to pick up her water bottle. "Just wounded my pride, that's all."
Annabeth follows her silently, her grey flickering over to the boys on the other side. Her gaze narrows as Percy sticks his tongue out at her, and when she turns back to Piper, her mouth is set in a thin line. Vaguely, Piper wonders if Annabeth's ashamed that she got stuck mentoring such a loser and her cheeks flush with color as she stares at her feet.
"First rule of Camp Half-Blood," Annabeth says suddenly, "Demigod boys are big-headed idiots who shouldn't be allowed anywhere near sharp objects."
Piper looks up at the older girl warily, still unsure how she'll react to any of her comments.
"I thought 'boys are idiots' is just a rule of life in general?"
Annabeth blinks, surprised, and then smiles her approval. She opens her mouth, starting to say something, but then Percy calls from across the way, "Hey Wise Girl! You ready for round two of 'My Apprentice is More Badass Than Yours?'"
He and Jason grin at each other like they've thought of something particularly clever, and Piper rolls her eyes. She sets her water bottle down and twirls her sword, still uncomfortable with the feel. She wishes she'd been allowed to carry her dagger into the arena, but the point of the exercise had been to get accustomed to using new weapons.
"Wish me luck," she mumbles, feeling like she's about to head off to the gallows. Which she might have preferred rather than seeing Jason's smug face again.
Annabeth steps in front of her on her way out and makes a show of adjusting her armor so she can slip a small knife into her waistband. Piper shoots her a startled look, but the boys aren't paying attention as usual.
"Second rule of Camp Half-Blood," Annabeth says with a wink, and she pats her on the shoulder. "Cheating against Percy - or Jason - is always fair."