I had this random idea of how Annabeth and Percy should reunite. It isn't really just happy, but, hope you enjoy it anyway.

The sounds of clashing metal could be heard from my spot behind a huge bin full of lifejackets. Frank was dealing with Ashley the empousa outside. I felt bad for leaving him, but he had insisted that Hazel would need more help.

Boy, was he right.

Hazel was cornered against a wall, fighting against a tall blonde girl with a bronze knife. She had on an orange t-shirt, jeans and a weirdly crafted helmet. Was it supposed to be a penguin? Or was it a parrot…

Anyway, I was jarred back to reality when Hazel cried out in pain. The blonde had left a cut at least six inches long on her forearm.

"You know who I'm talking about!" The blonde said. Her voice surprised me, it sounded desperate.

Hazel blew auburn locks of hair from her face. I remembered the first time I met her and Frank. After about a week with me, she had cuts and dirt peppering her pale skin. But her blue eyes were still just as determined.

"I don't know!" Hazel replied, blocking one of the blonde's strikes.

"You do! I know you do!" Blondie cried. She sounded more like she was trying to convince herself. With a quick flick of her wrist, she sent Hazel's sword skittering to the left. At that moment, I was seething.

I wasn't going the let her hurt Hazel, after all, I had a feeling the blonde was talking about me. I glanced at the wound on Hazel's arm and leaped forward. Without taking her eyes off of Hazel, the blonde caught my strike on the hilt of her dagger and then whirled around to face me.

She looked exhausted, like she'd been fighting for the longest time. When she stared up at me the knife dropped from her hands.

"Percy," she uttered.

She knew my name! A week ago I didn't even know my own name. She was obviously something important.

But that didn't stop the butt of my sword connecting with her metal helmet.

When she collapsed on the ground, I felt a pang of guilt, but I dismissed it by staring at Hazel. She was sobbing quietly and holding her arm.

"Hazel!" I shouted and ran towards her.

"It's okay, I'm okay." She assured me. I dug out some ambrosia from her backpack and handed her some.

"The girl," she nodded at the blonde, "I think she knows you."

I stared at the girl, and frowned.

"I hope not, she almost killed you."

"She gave me a small cut." Hazel argued.

"Whatever," I shot back.

We sat in silence for a moment, until Frank walked in. I could tell by his face that he had won a fight.

"That empousa sure was fierce! But she couldn't beat FRANK!" he shouted in pleasure.

He glanced at us and smirked. "So who was the guy you were fighting? It sounded like he was beating you."

Hazel glanced at the blonde and Frank's face turned disgusted.

"You beat up a girl?" he asked me.

"She almost killed Hazel!" I defended.

Frank ambled towards the girl and studied her for a while. For some reason, this bothered me.

"You guys should probably check her—I mean, check this out." She said.

Something about his voice puzzled me and I helped Hazel up and we walked over.

"She's from Camp Half-Blood." Frank muttered.

Hazel perked up. "Lupa had been talking about that."

Hesitantly, I bent down and pulled off the blonde's helmet. A shudder of recognition flashed through me and I started shaking the girl's shoulders.

"What are you doing?" Frank demanded.

"I know her, I think I know her…"

The girl groaned and shifted. Frank and Hazel crowded around her and she opened her eyes. Grey.

That was the first thing I registered. They were a shocking, stormy grey. They were the same eyes I first remembered before the wolves came. Those grey eyes belonged to…Annabeth.

"Annabeth," I said hesitantly.

She nodded weakly before falling unconscious.

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