Hello, thanks for reading, please comment or favorite it gives me motivation to write more, this is one of my first stories, feel free to check out my others, and of course I don't own the characters or many ideas in the contents of the story. Again thanks for reading.

P.S sorry for the sloppiness above^ it's much better below.

Fate: a Percy Jackson Story

Percy stood on the bow of the Argo II as it sailed into the Hudson Bay. He gazed upon the skyscrapers of Battery Park at the tip of Manhattan stretching up into the heavens above the gathering clouds. As he stared he could only think one thing, Home. He thought of his mom and how worried she must have been. Paul must have had to stay up countless hours too comfort her. He doubted she even left the apartment; she might have even stopped writing her book. He felt sick thinking about how worried he made her, and he never felt sick at sea being the son of Poseidon. He stared down at the smooth ocean current, which always made him feel better and saw his reflection staring up at him. He was a wreck. His hair was disheveled, there were cuts and bruises all over his body, and his favorite Camp Half-Blood shirt was missing a whole bunch of orange cloth. He put his head in his roughed up hands and remembered all the scenes of the final battle. The pure brutality made him even sicker than he was. All the giants he thought they had defeated only rose again to protect the wicked witch. He still felt the pain from when the world's oldest oath was kept with his old friend's final breath…

He was staring into empty space when Annabeth startled him as she wrapped her arms around him, "Still thinking about Chiron, huh?" she said in her most smoothing tone. She knew she had to comfort him like Paul was with Sally. Percy hadn't been the same since his trainer's death.

"I could've saved him," he muttered quietly so that even Annabeth could hardly hear him, then almost yelling he said, "No I should've saved him, Annabeth. It's all my fault!" Annabeth wrapped him tight in her arms as the savior of the world broke down in front of her.

"No Percy, it's okay, you couldn't have, no one could," but she knew she was lying; Percy could have saved him. How could she tell him that though? Instead she held him all the way until they docked at the Intrepid. A war ship at a war god's temple? They liked their odds of it not getting smashed to pieces. Percy was reluctant to get out of the ocean, after all it was the only thing helping him forget about the battle, but he had to make it to Olympus. He flopped over the railing with Annabeth and onto the bare concrete walkway. Jason floated down next with Piper in his arms. Hazel made a nice stack of now harmless diamonds and other gemstones and walked hand in hand down with Frank. And finally Leo cascaded down on his new toy with his new beautiful Greek model.

They all looked at each other smiling. It seems so long ago that fate would've had them at each other's throats. Greeks and Romans together was supposed to be impossible, but these brave few fought together, saved the world, their camps, and most importantly stopped and millennia old hatred. Together they walked towards the sea of yellow taxis on their way to the Empire State Building.