Tell Me You Remember

Percy's asleep. But even in his state of slumber, he is aware of the light thumps he can feel on the ground around him. He can hear a woman sobbing brokenly and saying, "Oh look at him". She only says a few fragmented words before she goes back to sobbing. For some strange reason which he cannot comprehend, he feels like this woman is his mother.

He can even hear someone flipping book pages next to him.

Percy's eyes are closed but he can see. He can see himself, a blond haired girl and another boy wearing a rasta cap sitting together in some kind of a metal box, which is shaking around them. The Rasta Cap Boy is asleep despite the jolts the box is giving. He and the girl with the princess curls are talking about something-some impending war, it seems to him. He asks her, "If the war breaks out whose side will you be on?"

The girl doesn't blink an eyelash as she says, "I don't know about my mother, but I'll be fighting on your side."

"Why?"

"Because you're my friend, that's why Seaweed Brain."

Seaweed Brain? Why did that sound familiar to him?

Next to him he can hear someone say 'Lord Poseidon' louder than the rest. Deep footsteps resound from the floor as the aforementioned god walks towards his unconscious son.

'Lord Poseidon' he hears another voice say. The voice is soft and tired and ,maybe he was imagining it, sad. But he can definitely tell that it's a girl's voice.

"Has he woken up yet?" A man's voice asks, deep but the grief evident nonetheless. Percy wonders who this man is. He feels about him like he feels about that sobbing woman, the Rasta Cap Boy and the blonde-haired girl- that he should remember them.

But he can't.

A few minutes later (it seemed a few minutes to him, but it could've been hours for all he knows), Percy tries to open his eyes. Funny, he thinks, because his eyelids shouldn't be that heavy. But even when they're open, he can't see very clearly. Maybe it's because of all the hair falling in his eyes and he raises and arm to brush it away.

No sooner does he raise an arm, than a wave of pain crashes over him. An ache so throbbing erupts in his right arm that he is sure if he would've been in the state of crying, he would have; but his eyes water almost instantaneously.

He mutters a few words out of the pain he's under and immediately there is a girl's face floating above him. Her long hair is pulled out of her ponytail and a few smooth strands of it brush against the flimsy cloth of his nightshirt.

"Percy? Percy?" she asks. Her voice is full of uncertainty and something else he quite can put a finger on. Her voice grows a little more panicked when he doesn't answer.

"Percy, can you hear me? Percy?"

She's a girl. And she's blond haired. She's the girl from the dream. And that's all he can notice before the blackness takes over him once again. The soft touch of a hand brushing away the hair on his forehead and a moist drop falling on his burning temple is the last sensation he remembers.

But he doesn't remember the feel of dry lips brushing softly and slowly against his forehead before they leave his skin.

I wrote that quite a long time before the Son of Neptune came out and it had been sitting in my diary for a long time, so I finally decided to put it up.

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