A/N: Just something weird that popped into my head. Post-The Lost Hero.

Disclaimer: Don't own :(

"Insecurity"

by: PhantomPotterGirl

The question that plagued Percy's mind wasn't who was on that ship. But whether or not he would be disappointed.

He's spent months trying to decipher his memories, and in the heat of the moment, they came rushing back at him like fast-paced videos all crammed together in his tiny little head. It took him a while, to get over the shock and the excruciating headache. To stick the pieces back together. But he managed to remember everything.

Everything from his life before the Gods and after; when the whole Kronos mess was over. He remembered his friends, Grover and his (he can't believe that he managed to get someone as amazing like her and forget) girlfriend, Annabeth. He even remembered that old guy at the ninety-five pence store he used to go to after school and how much that guy hated him for trying to annoy customers in his shop for fun.

But what if things weren't as…amazing as he thought they would be? His past life was incredible, he could admit—but what if it wasn't enough? What if he liked his past month with the Romans better? Well, it wasn't all fun running around avoiding those Cana—uh, Laistrygonians. But he's made new friends, he's entered a new world where things were so different but at the same time—they were so similar.

And what if he didn't want to go back?

He had a mom and a stepdad. He always went to see them after he finished a quest—a small boost of normalcy he needed. He wasn't normal, but he could try the best he could to feel like it for a while. But even though his mother would never admit it, she didn't need Percy anymore. And Percy didn't need her as much as he used to. And the old Prophecy? It was defeated a year ago, and he wasn't even the right demigod! What was the point of him? What was the point of Percy Jackson now? What was his purpose?

What if he didn't want them anymore?

He's dreamt of them. Faceless people who said fake words that never made any sense. Made-up homes and buildings, towns that never existed, people that never were—all created by his horrible imagination. But now that there was someone, there were these people who knew him and loved him—that had fought alongside with him and been through that heavy road all the way. What if he didn't want them in his life anymore? What if they thought he was more useless than the old Percy, who knew his life; who wasn't scattered all over the place?

Would they abandon him? Would they scoff in disgust? He sure as hell wouldn't let Nico get away with it. But would the rest of them leave him there for eternity, cursed to this half-life? Would they think he was too different than the old Percy? But it was ridiculous! Percy back then and Percy now was, is the same person! But at the same time—Percy couldn't help but feel that anxiousness creep into his stomach as the warship grew closer. A moment it took. One fleeting moment that decided his entire life was either a terrific scandal or true happiness. One moment.

And the ship landed.

A/N: Review please. I've been away to Oman climbing mountains and shit-I need happiness in my life. So review and try make it long. If you don't want to, that's okay. I just need some happy shit coming my way. EVERYTHING HURTS. I CAN'T WALK THE STAIRS PROPERLY D:

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