1Three Thousand Miles

The young demigod stared out the window of his bedroom at the pouring rain. This was the year. The year that Olympus would fall to the Titans, or be saved. The year he, Percy Jackson, would save or destroy Mount. Olympus, now occupying the sixth-hundredth floor of the Empire States Building. But, that is a story for another time. This year, the son of Poseidon would turn sixteen. On days like these he couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if his friend, Thalia, hadn't accepted the goddess's request of becoming a Hunter. Not that he wasn't happy for her. Heaving a great sigh he stared up at the sky. The spiraling colors of grey reminded him of the one thing he couldn't bear to think about. Percy's thought almost drifted to that one place. You know that place where nothing can bother you, and everything is going right. Well, that place contains camp before Ares's betrayal, and with her at his side, laughing at something he did. The next moment found himself outside of the tiny apartment with a coat in hand. Shrugging the coat on he walked down the street. Where Percy was going, not even he could tell you that. Eventually he found himself staring at a worn bench with peeling brown paint and carvings in the once smooth pine. Being outside while the rain chilled his face always made him seem closer to her. He wanted to hold her. Tell her everything would work out in the end. After she left him standing there he finally realized how those people in movies feel when their only love walks away from them. Yeah, he knew he was only fifteen, but she surrounded him. When walking through the crowded Manhattan streets his eyes combed the people for that one fair haired beauty. On sunny days, he could swear he saw a glint of the sun's gift bounce off her golden curl. On days like this all he could see was her eyes, stormy gray, looking down at him from the heavens, er...Olympus. A great roll a thunder pounded through his head, like a reminder that an entire civilization was counting on him. Percy outwardly groaned. As if dealing with teenage hormones wasn't enough. He was going to tell her. Right by Thalia's tree. He wanted her to know how he feels. Then again, if she didn't feel the same...

Considering the circumstances, that moment wouldn't be for a long time. But, if he didn't come out alive, he would have wanted it to be this way. She would feel no guilt...no pain. It was perfect. As he sat there Percy made a choice. A simple one. He would wait. He had to wait, if only for Annabeth's sake.

Three-thousand miles away a girl's mind was thinking of him.

Daughter of Athena in love with a Son of Poseidon! Annabeth scolded herself. You are so stupid. She paced in front of her bed with agitated steps. Why did I kiss him? She groaned. Things could have stayed the same. But then again...her heart leapt every time their hands accidently touched, and even more when she saw his eyes. Gods' - she was seeing his eyes everywhere. Like today at school, she thought idly, I could have swore I heard his voice from the blue. Every time the ocean was near enough to see, his eyes looked at her. She could barely bear their strange stare, but kept going back. Walking out of the small San Franciscan apartment she breathed in the salty air. It was him. All him. No matter how many times she tried to forget the way he looked and the way he smiled it just couldn't be done. Finding herself at the beach she took off her flip-flops and let the sun warmed sand support her feet. She walked down the beach thinking of him. A head turned towards the sunset over the crystal blue waters. It was all him. No one else. He was all she thought about. Just yesterday walking home from school she ran into someone who had his same hair, but unfortunately, his eyes where brown.

She could clearly remember the disappointment that had enveloped her being on noticing that he was not the wearer of the blue jeans and My Chemical Romance t-shirt. One larger splash of water hit her legs. Why had she walked away from him! It was the hardest thing Annabeth every had to do. On the inside she knew that the Luke she had known would never come back. He was the past. Annabeth stopped and looked at the sky. The first star had come out.

Star light, star bright,

first star I see tonight,

wish I may, wish I might,

have the wish I wish tonight.

I wish...she whispered so that only the sea breeze filling her lungs could hear and understand...for Percy.

Three-thousand miles away a boy's mind was thinking of her.