This is the very first One-Shot of Camp of Couples!
1-SHOTS
“I’m not going!” Percy whined, clinging to his bed post.
“Percy, you haven’t gone to the doctor in five years. You are going to the doctor’s office,” Annabeth said stubbornly.
“No, I’m not and you can’t make me!” Percy insisted.
“Percy! You are such a big baby! I swear to the gods if you don’t let go of that bed-”
“You’ll what,” Percy challenged.
“I’ll tell Chiron that you were the one who broke his Dean Marten CD when he had to leave the camp,” Annabeth said smugly.
Percy’s eyes widened. “You wouldn’t?!”
“Oh, I would,” Annabeth insisted, placing her hands on her hips. “So what will it be, Seaweed Brain?”
Sure enough an hour later, Percy and Annabeth were sitting in a cab on their way into the city so Percy could have his checkup. Percy’s knee wouldn’t stop bucking as they got closer to the city.
Annabeth put her hand on Percy’s knee and hissed, “Stop it.”
“I can’t. I hate the doctor’s,” Percy said. “Can’t I just take some Ambrosia instead?”
“No, Percy,” Annabeth argued. “You have to go.”
“Why?” Percy whined. “I am perfectly healthy!”
“That’s not the point,” Annabeth argued. “You could have Cancer, or Diabetes, or allergies and you would not know this without going to the doctors!”
Percy pouted obviously not happy about the outcome.
Ten minutes later the cab pulled up in front of the Hudson River Doctor’s Clinic. Percy groaned but paid the cabbie and got out with Annabeth. They walked into the clinic and went over and signed Percy in.
The clinic looked like any other waiting room. There were white chairs lined up against each other, old black-and-white historic pictures on the wall, a little kids play area in the corner, and boring magazines and brochures on the coffee tables.
“Percy Jackson,” the nurse eventually called.
Annabeth stood up and pulled a reluctant Percy behind her. When they got into the room, the nurse did the usual tests on Percy. They checked his height, weight, blood pressure, pulse, and respirations. The nurse left once more to go show Percy’s results to the doctor.
“Percy, what’s so scary about the doctor’s?” Annabeth asked.
“I don’t know, Annabeth,” Percy said. “Why don’t you tell me why you scream like you witnessed a murder every time you see a hairy, eight-legged creature?”
“Touché, Seaweed Brain,” Annabeth shot back.
Percy’s hands were really starting to shake. Everyone had a fear. Most face them but Percy’s been avoiding his for the past five years. Thalia is scared of heights, Annabeth is scared of spiders, Nico is scared of clowns (Percy didn’t know why. Clowns are awesome!), and Percy is scared of needles. At least his is slightly rational.
The doctor came back into the room with his clipboard.
“Hello, Percy,” the doctor said.
Percy didn’t say anything. He just glared at the doctor.
“Is everything okay?” Annabeth asked the doctor.
“Oh, yes,” he said. “Percy Jackson, you are a perfectly healthy, sixteen year old boy, except . . . you will be needing a couple of shots.”
“Shots? As in plural?” Percy gulped. “How many shots do I need?”
“You only need three,” the doctor said. “It’s the tetanus, chickenpox, and flu shots.”
“Three?” Percy whimpered.
The doctor chuckled. “Yes, three. I will be back momentarily.”
The doctor left to go and get the shots together. Meanwhile, Percy was starting to panic.
“T-three? Annabeth I-I can’t have three shots,” Percy began to really freak out.
“Percy, calm down,” Annabeth instructed. “Needles are not that bad.”
“Easy for you to say,” Percy snapped.
Annabeth set her hands on Percy’s face and began telling him soothing words. Suddenly she felt her boyfriend tense. From the corner of her eyes, Annabeth noticed the doctor walking in.
Annabeth did the only thing that would get Percy to relax at the moment. She brought his face to hers and pressed their lips together. While Annabeth distracted her boyfriend, she pointed at Percy’s arm clearly so the doctor would understand what she was doing.
Thankfully, he understood and easily began maneuvering the needles into Percy’s arm until the last one was finally pulled out. Annabeth pulled away and she and Percy were both slightly breathless.
“Okay,” Percy turned to the doctor. “Do it. Do it quickly.”
The doctor just chuckled and muttered, “Kids,” before leaving the room.
Percy gave his girlfriend a look of extreme confusion. Annabeth just laughed before gesturing to his arm.
“You distracted me,” Percy said in awe.
“That’s right,” Annabeth admitted proudly.
“I must say it was a plan worthy of Athena,” Percy praised.
“Oh, I know,” Annabeth sounded smug.
“Except you forgot about one little thing, Wise Girl,” Percy told her.
“What that?” Annabeth questioned.
“You now have to come with me every year to the doctors,” Percy smirked before walking out of the room.
Annabeth groaned. What had she done?
Let me know what you think!
1-SHOTS
“I’m not going!” Percy whined, clinging to his bed post.
“Percy, you haven’t gone to the doctor in five years. You are going to the doctor’s office,” Annabeth said stubbornly.
“No, I’m not and you can’t make me!” Percy insisted.
“Percy! You are such a big baby! I swear to the gods if you don’t let go of that bed-”
“You’ll what,” Percy challenged.
“I’ll tell Chiron that you were the one who broke his Dean Marten CD when he had to leave the camp,” Annabeth said smugly.
Percy’s eyes widened. “You wouldn’t?!”
“Oh, I would,” Annabeth insisted, placing her hands on her hips. “So what will it be, Seaweed Brain?”
Sure enough an hour later, Percy and Annabeth were sitting in a cab on their way into the city so Percy could have his checkup. Percy’s knee wouldn’t stop bucking as they got closer to the city.
Annabeth put her hand on Percy’s knee and hissed, “Stop it.”
“I can’t. I hate the doctor’s,” Percy said. “Can’t I just take some Ambrosia instead?”
“No, Percy,” Annabeth argued. “You have to go.”
“Why?” Percy whined. “I am perfectly healthy!”
“That’s not the point,” Annabeth argued. “You could have Cancer, or Diabetes, or allergies and you would not know this without going to the doctors!”
Percy pouted obviously not happy about the outcome.
Ten minutes later the cab pulled up in front of the Hudson River Doctor’s Clinic. Percy groaned but paid the cabbie and got out with Annabeth. They walked into the clinic and went over and signed Percy in.
The clinic looked like any other waiting room. There were white chairs lined up against each other, old black-and-white historic pictures on the wall, a little kids play area in the corner, and boring magazines and brochures on the coffee tables.
“Percy Jackson,” the nurse eventually called.
Annabeth stood up and pulled a reluctant Percy behind her. When they got into the room, the nurse did the usual tests on Percy. They checked his height, weight, blood pressure, pulse, and respirations. The nurse left once more to go show Percy’s results to the doctor.
“Percy, what’s so scary about the doctor’s?” Annabeth asked.
“I don’t know, Annabeth,” Percy said. “Why don’t you tell me why you scream like you witnessed a murder every time you see a hairy, eight-legged creature?”
“Touché, Seaweed Brain,” Annabeth shot back.
Percy’s hands were really starting to shake. Everyone had a fear. Most face them but Percy’s been avoiding his for the past five years. Thalia is scared of heights, Annabeth is scared of spiders, Nico is scared of clowns (Percy didn’t know why. Clowns are awesome!), and Percy is scared of needles. At least his is slightly rational.
The doctor came back into the room with his clipboard.
“Hello, Percy,” the doctor said.
Percy didn’t say anything. He just glared at the doctor.
“Is everything okay?” Annabeth asked the doctor.
“Oh, yes,” he said. “Percy Jackson, you are a perfectly healthy, sixteen year old boy, except . . . you will be needing a couple of shots.”
“Shots? As in plural?” Percy gulped. “How many shots do I need?”
“You only need three,” the doctor said. “It’s the tetanus, chickenpox, and flu shots.”
“Three?” Percy whimpered.
The doctor chuckled. “Yes, three. I will be back momentarily.”
The doctor left to go and get the shots together. Meanwhile, Percy was starting to panic.
“T-three? Annabeth I-I can’t have three shots,” Percy began to really freak out.
“Percy, calm down,” Annabeth instructed. “Needles are not that bad.”
“Easy for you to say,” Percy snapped.
Annabeth set her hands on Percy’s face and began telling him soothing words. Suddenly she felt her boyfriend tense. From the corner of her eyes, Annabeth noticed the doctor walking in.
Annabeth did the only thing that would get Percy to relax at the moment. She brought his face to hers and pressed their lips together. While Annabeth distracted her boyfriend, she pointed at Percy’s arm clearly so the doctor would understand what she was doing.
Thankfully, he understood and easily began maneuvering the needles into Percy’s arm until the last one was finally pulled out. Annabeth pulled away and she and Percy were both slightly breathless.
“Okay,” Percy turned to the doctor. “Do it. Do it quickly.”
The doctor just chuckled and muttered, “Kids,” before leaving the room.
Percy gave his girlfriend a look of extreme confusion. Annabeth just laughed before gesturing to his arm.
“You distracted me,” Percy said in awe.
“That’s right,” Annabeth admitted proudly.
“I must say it was a plan worthy of Athena,” Percy praised.
“Oh, I know,” Annabeth sounded smug.
“Except you forgot about one little thing, Wise Girl,” Percy told her.
“What that?” Annabeth questioned.
“You now have to come with me every year to the doctors,” Percy smirked before walking out of the room.
Annabeth groaned. What had she done?
Let me know what you think!