Angst - Entzugserscheinungen (fürs Team)
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120_minutenTeam: Ravenclaw
Challenge: Angst - Entzugserscheinungen (fürs Team)
Fandom: Percy Jackson / Heroes of Olympus
Pairing: Annabeth Chase/Clarisse La Rue
Wörter: 979
A/N: Mir spukt da dieses Apokalypsen-AU im Kopf herum, das ich wahrscheinlich nie schreiben werde, weil es Recherche erfordern würde, aber ich konnte nicht widerstehen und musste die Idee zumindest ausprobieren… Ich schwöre, irgendwann hatte das mal was mit der Challenge zu tun.
Story is in English.
She looks familiar, she always does.
Annabeth knows they have met before but she is not quite sure when or where. It's all blurry, but she kind of remembers them standing on a lacrosse pitch, wearing different jerseys but the same hungry smile. Or during a protest, chanting together right before the first stone flew. In a Wall Street office, dressed in sharp suits and an air of superiority. On a battlefield, uniforms soaked in blood that, mostly, wasn't their own.
The woman extends a hand, rough and callused. "I'm Clarisse."
Annabeth wants to say "I know", only, she doesn't. Yet, shaking that hand feels familiar, like coming home, like a promise. It's strangely exhilarating and just a little bit scary. Annabeth never has let fear stop her from doing anything.
"Annabeth," she says, smiling broadly. Clarisse's gaze flickers to her lips, just for a second, but it sends shivers down Annabeth's spine. There is no mistaking the thoughts behind that look. They have done this before. In a different time, ages ago, but that is impossible.
Impossible, yes, but true none the less.
Annabeth refuses to believe it and leaves. Yet, she cannot exactly shake the feeling that she needs this. Whatever this is.
"You have met her, haven't you?" Will is sitting on the couch's arm rest, his pale eyes sparkling with… something. Amusement. Sadness. It's hard to tell with him.
Annabeth remembers Will. They met in Freshman year, in that Science prereq. They never talked, then. Now, Will is always around, sitting on her couch, lurking just at the edge of her vision. He just showed up at her apartment one day and never left.
It doesn't really make sense, but Annabeth knows that it always is like that. Always has been. Alway will be.
He has been the paramedic standing at the sidelines of the lacrosse pitch, the guy dabbing a damp handkerchief at the police officer's gaping head wound, the scientist signing off on the faked results of the water analysis without hesitation, the utterly relaxed, always smiling corpsman.
With him arriving, Annabeth has started to feel restless, impatient, hungry.
"Who is she?"
Will shrugs. Sometimes he seems to remember more than she does, but mostly he only shrugs, mumbling something vague. That it is meant to be like this.
"But you know her?" Annabeth presses on.
"You love her." He says.
Annabeth rolls her eyes. That isn't what she'd asked.
"I quite like her myself..."
It is Nico who remembers. He remembers everything, Annabeth thinks, while she can't even recall where he suddenly came from. But, apparently, he's there to stay. They know each other from university as well, he is Will's ex-boyfriend and that should be awkward, but the two have settled into hanging out on her couch quite easily.
When she asks them what the hell they are doing here, Will just shrugs.
Nico says: "We're waiting."
Annabeth has never been good with waiting.
"For what?" she asks. Impatiently. She has flashbacks more often now, flashbacks to things she can't possibly have experienced, like going ashore on a foreign continent, marking army movements on a paper map, riding into battle on horse back, watching cities burn to the ground. Occasionally, Clarisse is with her, charging ahead, commanding troops. Sometimes, she sees Will out of the corner of her eye, kneeling in the ruins, smiling. But Nico, Nico is always there. Dressed in black robes and pale as a ghost, he stands in the middle of battles, raging fires and slaughter, waiting.
It drives Annabeth nuts.
Nico sighs. "For Clarisse, of course." She can't read his face all that well, but he sounds like he is in pain.
It's oddly satisfying.
And she really misses Clarisse. Isn't that disconcerting.
Annabeth is pretty sure she has gone insane at some point. There are two guys she barely knows sitting on her couch and she has flashbacks to the fall of Rome. And the rise of Rome. Oh, the rise of Rome, good times. The insanity should probably worry her a bit, but she's only growing impatient. She still doesn't know what exactly they are waiting for, but she can feel the excitement humming in her whole body, buzzing in the back of her head, making her restless. She can't wait.
Will is sniffling quietly and his face is a bit green from nausea. "Just a slight cold," he says and he should know, he is a med student.
Nico is looking paler and thinner with every day. He doesn't say anything but Annabeth thinks he looks like death himself. For some reason, that thought makes her giggle uncontrollably.
She needs to get out of here.
She needs to figure out what is going on here.
"She's here," Nico says.
Will gets up from the couch, rolling his shoulders, cracking a few joints. "Finally," he says, a smirk spreading on his face. "It's been a while."
"You remember?" Annabeth's fingers are itching and she doesn't know why.
Will shrugs. "Don't you?"
She doesn't get to think about it, because in that second, the apartment door flies open. The air streaming in from outside smells of fire and sulphur. Annabeth takes a deep breath and licks her lips.
"Hey Clarisse." Will presses a small kiss on her cheek as he walks past the tall woman into the smoke filling the hallway.
Nico nods, curtly, and follows him.
Annabeth can't help but smile. "Good to see you."
"I have missed you," Clarisse says and when their lips finally, finally meet, a wave of memories breaks down over Annabeth, ruins and smoke and blood and screams. She has waited for this forever.
"Too bad we always have to wait for the end of the world before we finally meet again."
Clarisse shrugs, fingers toying with the hilt of the huge broadsword at her side. "Yeah, too bad."
Challenge: Angst - Entzugserscheinungen (fürs Team)
Fandom: Percy Jackson / Heroes of Olympus
Pairing: Annabeth Chase/Clarisse La Rue
Wörter: 979
A/N: Mir spukt da dieses Apokalypsen-AU im Kopf herum, das ich wahrscheinlich nie schreiben werde, weil es Recherche erfordern würde, aber ich konnte nicht widerstehen und musste die Idee zumindest ausprobieren… Ich schwöre, irgendwann hatte das mal was mit der Challenge zu tun.
Story is in English.
She looks familiar, she always does.
Annabeth knows they have met before but she is not quite sure when or where. It's all blurry, but she kind of remembers them standing on a lacrosse pitch, wearing different jerseys but the same hungry smile. Or during a protest, chanting together right before the first stone flew. In a Wall Street office, dressed in sharp suits and an air of superiority. On a battlefield, uniforms soaked in blood that, mostly, wasn't their own.
The woman extends a hand, rough and callused. "I'm Clarisse."
Annabeth wants to say "I know", only, she doesn't. Yet, shaking that hand feels familiar, like coming home, like a promise. It's strangely exhilarating and just a little bit scary. Annabeth never has let fear stop her from doing anything.
"Annabeth," she says, smiling broadly. Clarisse's gaze flickers to her lips, just for a second, but it sends shivers down Annabeth's spine. There is no mistaking the thoughts behind that look. They have done this before. In a different time, ages ago, but that is impossible.
Impossible, yes, but true none the less.
Annabeth refuses to believe it and leaves. Yet, she cannot exactly shake the feeling that she needs this. Whatever this is.
"You have met her, haven't you?" Will is sitting on the couch's arm rest, his pale eyes sparkling with… something. Amusement. Sadness. It's hard to tell with him.
Annabeth remembers Will. They met in Freshman year, in that Science prereq. They never talked, then. Now, Will is always around, sitting on her couch, lurking just at the edge of her vision. He just showed up at her apartment one day and never left.
It doesn't really make sense, but Annabeth knows that it always is like that. Always has been. Alway will be.
He has been the paramedic standing at the sidelines of the lacrosse pitch, the guy dabbing a damp handkerchief at the police officer's gaping head wound, the scientist signing off on the faked results of the water analysis without hesitation, the utterly relaxed, always smiling corpsman.
With him arriving, Annabeth has started to feel restless, impatient, hungry.
"Who is she?"
Will shrugs. Sometimes he seems to remember more than she does, but mostly he only shrugs, mumbling something vague. That it is meant to be like this.
"But you know her?" Annabeth presses on.
"You love her." He says.
Annabeth rolls her eyes. That isn't what she'd asked.
"I quite like her myself..."
It is Nico who remembers. He remembers everything, Annabeth thinks, while she can't even recall where he suddenly came from. But, apparently, he's there to stay. They know each other from university as well, he is Will's ex-boyfriend and that should be awkward, but the two have settled into hanging out on her couch quite easily.
When she asks them what the hell they are doing here, Will just shrugs.
Nico says: "We're waiting."
Annabeth has never been good with waiting.
"For what?" she asks. Impatiently. She has flashbacks more often now, flashbacks to things she can't possibly have experienced, like going ashore on a foreign continent, marking army movements on a paper map, riding into battle on horse back, watching cities burn to the ground. Occasionally, Clarisse is with her, charging ahead, commanding troops. Sometimes, she sees Will out of the corner of her eye, kneeling in the ruins, smiling. But Nico, Nico is always there. Dressed in black robes and pale as a ghost, he stands in the middle of battles, raging fires and slaughter, waiting.
It drives Annabeth nuts.
Nico sighs. "For Clarisse, of course." She can't read his face all that well, but he sounds like he is in pain.
It's oddly satisfying.
And she really misses Clarisse. Isn't that disconcerting.
Annabeth is pretty sure she has gone insane at some point. There are two guys she barely knows sitting on her couch and she has flashbacks to the fall of Rome. And the rise of Rome. Oh, the rise of Rome, good times. The insanity should probably worry her a bit, but she's only growing impatient. She still doesn't know what exactly they are waiting for, but she can feel the excitement humming in her whole body, buzzing in the back of her head, making her restless. She can't wait.
Will is sniffling quietly and his face is a bit green from nausea. "Just a slight cold," he says and he should know, he is a med student.
Nico is looking paler and thinner with every day. He doesn't say anything but Annabeth thinks he looks like death himself. For some reason, that thought makes her giggle uncontrollably.
She needs to get out of here.
She needs to figure out what is going on here.
"She's here," Nico says.
Will gets up from the couch, rolling his shoulders, cracking a few joints. "Finally," he says, a smirk spreading on his face. "It's been a while."
"You remember?" Annabeth's fingers are itching and she doesn't know why.
Will shrugs. "Don't you?"
She doesn't get to think about it, because in that second, the apartment door flies open. The air streaming in from outside smells of fire and sulphur. Annabeth takes a deep breath and licks her lips.
"Hey Clarisse." Will presses a small kiss on her cheek as he walks past the tall woman into the smoke filling the hallway.
Nico nods, curtly, and follows him.
Annabeth can't help but smile. "Good to see you."
"I have missed you," Clarisse says and when their lips finally, finally meet, a wave of memories breaks down over Annabeth, ruins and smoke and blood and screams. She has waited for this forever.
"Too bad we always have to wait for the end of the world before we finally meet again."
Clarisse shrugs, fingers toying with the hilt of the huge broadsword at her side. "Yeah, too bad."
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Date: 2016-07-04 02:53 pm (UTC)Damn, vielleicht muss ich das doch mal lesen.
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Date: 2016-07-06 08:01 pm (UTC)Aber freut mich, dass das mit der Atmosphäre funktioniert. Dieses Ding...treibt mich ein bisschen in den Wahnsinn, ich oszilliere zwischen "ich finds super" und "was ein Scheiß", es ist sehr merkwürdig... Aber hey, der richtige Aufhänger für kitschige Apokalypsen!^^
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Date: 2016-07-05 09:14 am (UTC)OHGOTTOHGOTTOHGOTTOHGOTTOHGOTTOHGOTTOHGOTTOOOHGOOOTTTTttttt!!!!!!!!! *_________________________________*
AAAH!! DIESE AU!! ENDLICH!! OMG!!! YESS!! UND DAs- daS !! DIe! UND CLARABETH!! UND SO SO- so geil, oh gott, so viel besser, als ich es mir hätte ausmalen können, oh jana, JANA!! Diese AU! Clarabeth!! Will! Nico! CLARABETH!!!! (Und der Lacrosse-Einschub - hilfe, ich werde ganz schwach!)
*inkoherent weiterschreit*
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Date: 2016-07-06 08:02 pm (UTC)DU hast keine Ahnung, wie sehr mich das erleichtert, ich schwanke nämlich zwischen Liebe und Hass für die Umsetzung hin und her und... aaaah. X'D