Percy Jackson and the Child of Victory (Annabeth Chase x Reader)

Two Snakes Save Our Butts

~~~~~Y/N's PΩV~~~~~

I love New York. You can pop out of the Underworld in Central Park, hail a taxi, head down Fifth Avenue with a giant hellhound and son of the earth loping along behind you, and nobody even looks at you funny.

Of course, the Mist helped. People probably couldn't see Mrs. O'Leary or Chimera, or maybe they thought they were large, loud, very friendly trucks. I took the risk of using Percy's Mom's cell phone to call Annabeth for the second time. I'd called her once from the tunnel but only reached her voice mail. I'd gotten surprisingly good reception, seeing as I was at the mythological center of the world and all, but I didn't want to see what my mom's roaming charges were going to be.

This time, Annabeth picked up.

"Hey," I said. "You get my message?" "Babe, where have you been? Your message said almost nothing! We've been worried sick! I've been worried sick!" Her voice made the headache from the forgotten titan go away "I'll fill you in later," I said, though how I was going to do that I had no idea. 

"I'm gonna fill you in later if you don't tell me where you are!" I blushed "Don't threaten me with a good time, Wise Girl~" She groaned, but I could tell she was smiling "We're on our way like you asked, almost to the Queens—Midtown Tunnel. But, Y/N, what are you planning? We've left the camp virtually undefended, and there's no way the gods—"

"Trust me," I said. "we'll see you there." I hung up. My hands were trembling. I wasn't sure if it was a leftover reaction from my dip in the Styx, the odd wax Keith David demon or anticipation of what I was about to do. If this didn't work, being invulnerable wasn't going to save me from getting blasted to bits.

It was late afternoon when the taxi dropped us at the Empire State Building. Mrs. O'Leary and Chimera bounded up and down Fifth Avenue, licking/Chewing cabs and sniffing/Chewing hot dog carts. Nobody seemed to notice her, although people did swerve away and look confused when she came close. everyone noticed how much chewing Chimera was doing though.

Percy whistled for them to heel as three white vans pulled up to the curb. They said Delphi Strawberry Service, which was the cover name for Camp Half-Blood. I'd never seen all three vans in the same place at once, though I knew they shuttled our fresh produce into the city.

The first van was driven by Argus, our many-eyed security chief. The other two were driven by harpies, who are basically demonic human/chicken hybrids with bad attitudes. We used the harpies mostly for cleaning the camp, but they did pretty well in midtown traffic too.

The doors slid open. A bunch of campers climbed out, some of them looking a little green from the long drive. I was glad so many had come: Pollux, Silena Beauregard, the Stoll brothers, Michael Yew, Jake Mason, Katie Gardner, and Annabeth, along with most of their siblings. Chiron came out of the van last. His horse half was compacted into his magic wheelchair, so he used the handicap lift. The Ares cabin wasn't here, but I tried not to get too angry about that. Clarisse was a stubborn idiot. End of story.

I did a head count: forty campers in all.

Not many to fight a war, but it was still the largest group of half-bloods I'd ever seen gathered in one place outside camp. Everyone looked nervous, and I understood why. We were probably sending out so much demigod aura that every monster in the northeastern United States knew we were here.

As I looked at their faces—all these campers I'd known for so many summers—a nagging voice whispered in my mind: One of them is a spy. But I couldn't dwell on that. They were my friends. I needed them. Then I remembered Kronos's evil smile. You can't count on friends. They will always let you down.