The Heroes of Olympus Drabble Meme
To celebrate the upcoming release The Lost Hero and the start of the new Heroes of Olympus series, pjo_fic_battle is deviating from its usual prompt battle form to host a drabble meme!
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This is 5000 words of mistakes, and also, bonus Clarisse. Hope you like it, bb! ♥
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The overhead light buzzed, almost thoughtfully; the only sound in a long, long beat in which nobody said anything at all.
"Well, shit," Annabeth managed eventually, as it seemed to her to be the most accurate way to summarize the situation. She sat down.
"I didn't do it," Nico input, ever helpful, and ducked out of the bathroom.
The toilet seat cover had the design of a giant purple octopus on it. She wasn't sure what the significance of it was, but Mr. Blofis gave it to them with tongue firmly in cheek, the Christmas following that episode where Percy saved his life by making their toilet explode with strategic timing. That was a couple years ago, and the edges of the octopus were getting a little frayed from all the times it was her versus the boys, re: toilet seat up or down.
While she engaged it in a staring contest, she could hear Percy pace from shower to door and back, a distance of roughly three steps. He opened his mouth to speak -- probably something stupid, like, "well, hey, at least now we have a real use for that second bedroom we have, since Nico's obviously not using it" -- but closed it again with an audible click of his jaw.
Finally, he sat next to her, obliterating the octopus from her sight, and leaned into her reassuringly.
"Well, shit," he agreed.
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With a finalistic click of her pen, the doctor pushed herself back from Annabeth's exam table, rattling off easily, "I'm going to give you a prescription for prenatal vitamins -- the nice folks at the pharmacy will brief you again on how often and what dosage. You should talk to Dee on the way out: she can schedule your appointments with the ultrasound technician, get those monthly updates on how quick your baby's growing. Any other questions for me?" She put her hands down on her lap, adopting a friendly, open expression, like she spent most of her day talking to nervous, squirmy girls who were four seconds away from a panic attack over everything they didn't know.
Annabeth fidgeted, and then forced herself to take a deep breath. She was a daughter of Athena; her weakness was pride. She was not going to be so proud as to not ask. "How ..." she swallowed. This shouldn't even be an issue. "How far along am I, do you know?"
"Umm," the doctor lifted the cover page of her chart, eyes flicking. "You're currently at eight weeks, give or take a day or two, so the sooner you get started on those vitamins, the better. Did I give you that sheet of foods to avoid?"
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