Day 29 - A Little (Non) Help From His Friends
Title: A Little (Non) Help From His Friends
Author: Grundy (jerseyfabulous)
Rating: FR13
Crossover: Percy Jackson series
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Riordan and Whedon. No money is being made here, it's all in good fun.
Summary: Percy speaks in verse. Dawn tries to make things better. Annabeth lets him stew.
Word Count: 310
Note: Short, written in airport. Not sure what tomorrow or the day after will bring.
Dawn eyed Percy nervously.
He looked furious.
“What-“ was as far as she got before Annabeth intervened.
“Cursed by one of the Apollo kids,” she said. It had to be admitted that while she tried for sympathetic - it was her boyfriend, after all - it came out more gleeful. “He’ll be speaking in verse for at least another hour or two.”
Percy threw his hands up in the air and stomped off, presumably to go commiserate with something in the water or in the stables.
Though in all honesty, Dawn knew the equines at Camp Half-Blood could be pretty snarky, so it was fifty-fifty whether or not he’d get someone to feel sorry for him or just be the cause of more hilarity.
Annabeth waited until Percy was out of earshot before she elaborated.
“Percy won at archery this morning - allegedly without any creative interpretations of the rules - and he’s been speaking in haiku ever since.”
Dawn couldn’t help the snicker. She personally thought limericks would have been worse, but to each their own.
“I could probably do something about that,” Dawn offered. “Between the Key and what I’ve been learning from Hecate’s cabin, it shouldn’t be that hard to undo.”
Annabeth considered it for a moment, then shook her head.
“Let him stew another half hour or so first,” she said. “You’ll note I said ‘allegedly’ there was no creative interpretation. I suspect there was, and he’s been refusing to tell me what he did or how he did it.”
“Right. Allow your boyfriend to be stuck spouting bad poetry. Check.”
“It’s not bad poetry,” Annabeth protested.
Dawn raised an eyebrow. No matter what the Apollo influence was, she didn’t really see Percy as being the poet type.
“Ok, maybe it’s a little bad,” Annabeth admitted. “But let the rest of the camp get a chance to laugh a little first.”
Author: Grundy (jerseyfabulous)
Rating: FR13
Crossover: Percy Jackson series
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Riordan and Whedon. No money is being made here, it's all in good fun.
Summary: Percy speaks in verse. Dawn tries to make things better. Annabeth lets him stew.
Word Count: 310
Note: Short, written in airport. Not sure what tomorrow or the day after will bring.
Dawn eyed Percy nervously.
He looked furious.
“What-“ was as far as she got before Annabeth intervened.
“Cursed by one of the Apollo kids,” she said. It had to be admitted that while she tried for sympathetic - it was her boyfriend, after all - it came out more gleeful. “He’ll be speaking in verse for at least another hour or two.”
Percy threw his hands up in the air and stomped off, presumably to go commiserate with something in the water or in the stables.
Though in all honesty, Dawn knew the equines at Camp Half-Blood could be pretty snarky, so it was fifty-fifty whether or not he’d get someone to feel sorry for him or just be the cause of more hilarity.
Annabeth waited until Percy was out of earshot before she elaborated.
“Percy won at archery this morning - allegedly without any creative interpretations of the rules - and he’s been speaking in haiku ever since.”
Dawn couldn’t help the snicker. She personally thought limericks would have been worse, but to each their own.
“I could probably do something about that,” Dawn offered. “Between the Key and what I’ve been learning from Hecate’s cabin, it shouldn’t be that hard to undo.”
Annabeth considered it for a moment, then shook her head.
“Let him stew another half hour or so first,” she said. “You’ll note I said ‘allegedly’ there was no creative interpretation. I suspect there was, and he’s been refusing to tell me what he did or how he did it.”
“Right. Allow your boyfriend to be stuck spouting bad poetry. Check.”
“It’s not bad poetry,” Annabeth protested.
Dawn raised an eyebrow. No matter what the Apollo influence was, she didn’t really see Percy as being the poet type.
“Ok, maybe it’s a little bad,” Annabeth admitted. “But let the rest of the camp get a chance to laugh a little first.”