"Ouch, Percy, that's my foot!"

"Sorry, sorry, it's just that-hey, now you're on my foot!"

Annabeth rolled her eyes and tried to shift over in the small supply closet she and Percy were hiding in.

"Well there isn't much room in here," She retorted, "And this is all your fault, anyways!"

Percy grabbed for her hand in the darkness. "Well if I had known there was a telkhine on my trail I would've called first!"

Annabeth pinched the back of his hand. "They found you because you called me, Kelphead!"

"Next time I'll just walk in, then, shall I?"

"You are so obnox - shh, I hear something!" The two demigods held their breath as they heard the distinctive sound of a telkhine go by the door of their closet. Percy squeezed Annabeth's hand tightly, and she rested her forehead on his chest. The telkhine had stopped right in front of the door.

"I smell demigod blood, what a delight!" It squealed, "And won't I give them a fright!"

"Oh no," Percy groaned quietly, "I hate it when they rhyme." Annabeth patted his back sympathetically.

"I heard a sound!" The telkhine rambled on, "Silly half bloods, now you've been found!"

As the telkhine opened the door, Annabeth reached into Percy's back pocket and took out riptide, uncapped it, and just as the door was open, she stabbed the telkhine in the face. It howled with pain, and dissolved into golden monster dust.

"That was hot," Percy said, grinning as he followed Annabeth out of the closet. "You should reach into my back pocket more often." She handed Riptide back to him and rolled her eyes.

"I'll take that into account." She brushed some monster dust out of his hair and off his shoulders. "But honestly, Percy, did you have to bring a telkhine with you?"

Percy smiled bash fully. "What else would we do if we didn't have something to kill at some point?"

"Gods forbid we should ever have a normal date."

Percy wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed the side of her head. "Exactly. We're not normal, so why should our dates be normal?"

Annabeth slipped her hand into his back pocket. "No idea. Now, let's go see if there are any monsters in Central Park, shall we?"


Okay, so yes, this is technically NOT a songfic. But really, people, what's the difference?

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