CHAPTER 1

Stiles Stilinski stood up from the sofa to absently answer her phone, heart twanging. She missed Percy so much, and he'd been missing for so long. Most of the camp probably believed he was dead by this time. She's stopped communicating with them a year and a half ago. They were too discouraging, when she couldn't accept that he was gone. She refused to accept it. "Talk to me." She demanded, not looking at caller I.D.

"Stiles, we need you to do some more research. There's a pack meeting in four hours. I need your info by then." Derek started abruptly, business as usual.

Stiles nodded absently, putting on a cup of tea to soothe her heart. She didn't normally allow herself to hurt for Percy, as being around werewolves meant they would know when she was sad and crying, but today was a hard one. It was the two year anniversary of his disappearance.

"Go ahead, Derek." She said softly.

"We're running into some odd scents, and a large number of Omegas. We've captured about twelve, and while some can't be saved, having consumed humans and gone feral from it, some still can be brought back. I need rehabilitation techniques, and whatever you can give me about..."

The door opened and Stiles gasped, her strength mysteriously vanishing. She hung onto the kitchen counter for support.

"I'm going to have to call you back." She cut him off dazedly, hanging up.

"Wait... Stiles..." He started, only to be cut off by a click. Percy stood in her kitchen, tired but alive. His jeans were scorched and torn, and he had a few new scars, but he was there. Her Percy was there.

She moved her mouth a few times, unable to speak. "You're alive." She managed at last. Percy took that as an invitation, and closed the distance between them, pressing his lips to her. They were just like she remembered,

"I missed you so much." He murmured as he backed her against the wall.

"I missed you more." She gasped out, threading her left hand into his hair and wrapping her other hand into his shirt. She pulled him in closer, grasping tightly to keep him from leaving again. Their lips moved in sync, and she melted into his embrace. Percy was gentle with her, but the passion she had missed was there. The power of the sea was reflected in his green eyes, and his hands were calloused but gentle as they found their way to rest on her hips, her shirt riding up to reveal a sliver of pale skin.

They made their way to a chair, where Stiles found herself seated on Percy's lap sideways. They spent about an hour in that position, kissing and talking. John interrupted them when he walked in the door and entered the kitchen, but he simply nodded at Percy and grabbed a beer, before moving into the living room. Stiles giggled in Percy's arms.

"My dad loves you." She confided in him.

"I love you." Percy breathed, resting his forehead on hers.

"I love you too." She sighed. She pulled him down for another kiss, and shrieked as he scooped her up into his ams, standing smoothly.

"I'm never leaving you again." He stated. "Hera be damned."

Thunder rumbled, and Stiles laughed for real this time. "I knew you were alive." She said, turning serious again.

"I knew your face, even when I couldn't remember anything." Percy returned, just as serious.

"It's because I'm your Lois Lane." Stiles exclaimed, returning to light hearted in a moment. She shrieked as he threw her over his shoulder.

"You'll pay for that!" He growled playfully. "I am Aquaman, King of the Sea, not some puny flyboy."

"Perseus Jackson!" She shrieked. He laughed.

"Oh, yes. You are going to pay for that one." He carried her upstairs and tossed her onto her bed.

"I love you." He told her again after a fierce bout of tickling.

"I love you too." She admitted again, suddenly very shy, and very nervous. She sat up on the edge of the bed.

"When I went missing and ended up in New Rome, I kept thinking that we could live there someday, or maybe make a sanctuary like it, for all of us to live in, Greek and Roman, an equal ground for both." Percy confided in her, setting himself up for the thing he wanted to ask her.

"That sounds nice." Stiles agreed. "Somewhere without monsters to attack us, where we can train, and raise families, without a distinction between Greek and Roman."

"Start it with me?" Percy requested. Stiles turned her head to look at him and froze. He was on his knee, and a ring box was opened. "Aegida Eli Stilinski, will you marry me?"