Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, or any of its characters, places, ideas, or anything else related. Any resemblances to actual places or people are completely coincidental or being used fictitiously and should not be taken seriously.

Moments in Time - By RangerMK01

Day 1 - Anew

New Year's Eve was an interesting affair at Camp Half-Blood, Percy decided.

"Very interesting indeed." He murmured, taking a sip from his cider as he watched the dancing couples sway and spin around the dining area, the tables disappeared to who know where, aside from the few holding refreshments near the edges of the building, where Percy stood alone.

He smiled lightly as the people passed him, each seemingly lost in their own little world of happiness.

Percy was of the few people not dancing, the majority of which was made up by the Hunters of Artemis, who stood as a group scowling at the happy dancers, and practically growling at the few boys brave enough (or stupid enough) to ask one of them to dance.

Chiron sat in his wheelchair swaying to the pleasant music beside Mr. D, who to Percy's surprise, was smiling as well, and seemed a tad more sober then usual.

Percy's eyes lingered slightly on the Hunters, searching through their faces for one in particular, but frowning when he couldn't find her.

As he continued to search, one of the Hunters, Phoebe he remembered made eye contact with him. Instead of giving him a disgusted looked like he expected, her face surprisingly morphed into a light, knowing smiled, one that Percy had only ever seen them wear when one of their pranks on the campers was about to be put into motion.

He suddenly was understandably nervous.

Percy returned her smile though with a polite nod and took another sip of his cider, forcing his attention back to the dancers, only to almost choke as a voice spoke from beside him.

"Should I be worried that thou are eyeing my Hunters?" The serene voice questioned, catching him by surprise and sending him into a wild coughing fit that drew a couple concerned looks.

"Hades Zoë, don't sneak up on poor guy like that, you could've killed me!" Percy gasped, setting his cup down on the table beside him and facing the daughter of Atlas.

Zoë covered her mouth with a silver gloved hand and gave a small laugh. "Then my mission was almost a success, but sadly, thou still live." She gave an exaggerated sigh, and then gave Percy her trademark half smile.

Things suddenly became a lot warmer as Percy realized just how pretty she looked in her simple, yet eloquent silver dress, which in his opinion, and showed off way more skin then would be considered acceptable by Hunter standards.

Realizing he was actually gaping at her, he quickly snapped his mouth shot and blushed a beautiful crimson as she laughed lightly again, her onyx eyes sparkling with mirth, though her cheeks too appeared slightly red.

Forcing himself to speak almost proved to be a harder challenge the holding the sky itself, but somehow Percy managed, albeit, somewhat nervously. "You look very good tonight, Zoë, not that you don't look good every night, it's just you, you look even better tonight then you usually do." He finished somewhat lamely, blushing fiercely again, but was happy to note that he was not the only one.

"Your compliment means much to me, Percy." she replied, adjusting the silver circlet she wore, a motion Percy had come to know as a sign of nervousness. "Thou look quite dashing thyself."

Percy was mildly surprised at the compliment from the Lieutenant of the Hunt, and suddenly felt much better about the simple suit he wore, a gift from the Aphrodite cabin.

"Why are thou not dancing?" She asked changing the subject abruptly, moving so that she leaned against the table beside Percy, almost intimately close if he thought about it.

"Oh...well, I'm not really a good dancer..." He replied, feeling more then a little embarrassed by his answer.

She quirked one perfect eyebrow at him. "Really, the Savior Of Olympus, the great Perseus Jackson, son of Poseidon, does not know how to dance?"

"I know how to dance!" He protested, trying to look offended, but was unable to keep himself from smiling. "I just don't know how to dance well."

She giggled- no chuckled, Zoë never giggled (or at least so she had told him), and slapped his arm playfully, which hurt more then Percy was willing to admit.

They settled into comfortable silence, both leaning back on the table watching the couples dance by, a few giving them odd looks.

It was't until Thalia passed by with Grover and shot him a confused look that he realized what they were looking at, and he too found himself wondering why the hand Zoë had slapped him with still rested lightly on his arm.

Right as he turned to ask her about it though, she seemed to make a decision, and suddenly the grip on him arm tightened and Percy found himself stumbling forward, as Zoë started purposefully striding forward, towards the other couples.

"Zoë, what are you doing?" Percy asked quickly after he regained his footing. "Where are we going?"

She didn't answer, instead, she abruptly stopped after a few more steps and turned towards him, their faces mere inches apart as she placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Put thy hand on my waist." She spoke low, but firmly.

"What, why?" Percy asked, though he had a sneaking suspicion about where this was going.

"We are dancing, Percy." She replied, confirming his suspicions. "Thou said thou could dance, now prove it. Hand. Waist. Now."

She spoke confidently, but he could tell she was nervous, and quite frankly so was he.

"But-" he started, only to cut himself off when Zoë glared at him harshly, and he quickly moved his hand onto her waist, trying not blush as he felt the soft feel of her copper skin beneath the thin fabric of her dress.

Before he knew it, they had started swaying to the music, moving around in a large circle with the other dancers, Zoë helping to guide him through the steps.

Both his and Zoë movements felt stiff as they danced, and it took all Percy's effort not to accidentally step on the Hunter's feet, something he knew she would likely never let him live down if he did.

Percy could feel the stares of many different people on his back as they moved, he caught more then a few Hunters openly glaring at him, but also a few, to his surprise, smiling in what looked like...approval?

"Ignore them." She ordered firmly, her voice tense.

He forced himself to focus on Zoë, meeting her eyes and giving her a lopsided grin, despite his own nerves.

It seemed to help and she relaxed slightly, returning the smile.

"Not to sound like I'm not enjoying this, because I am, but what about the other Hunters?" Percy asked raising an eyebrow. "I somehow get the feeling that their Lieutenant dancing with a boy isn't going to go over well."

She bit her bottom lip, her eyes darting towards where the other Hunters stood before returning to his. "Ignore them." She repeated and tightened her grip on his shoulder slightly to keep him from looking away.

As they continued to dance, both slowly became more comfortable, and the dancing became easier. The sounds of the other dancers, the stares, everything faded to the background. It was just them and the music.

Before he knew it, an hour had passed and someone was yelling that there was only a couple minutes left before the New Year began, people moved out of the building but two remained behind.

Despite having stopped dancing, both Percy and Zoë found themselves unable to remove their arms from around each other, and his sea green eyes remained firmly locked with her volcanic black.

Both of them were breathless from their dance, their cheeks flushed, and both felt the happiest they had ever felt since the end of the second Titan war.

Their noses were almost touching, and Percy breathed in her intoxicating scent of pine trees and vanilla, the smell making his head swim as he stared into her sparkling eyes.

A countdown started, but neither of them heard it, their faces unknowingly inching closer and closer.

Her eyes flickered downward toward his lips for just a moment, but then they were back to his eyes as the drew nearer.

His hand moved into her raven hair, and his other arm wrapped around her waist, instinctively drawing her closer, while she moved arms around his neck and back, holding him tightly as the their lips mover nearer each other.

It was soft at first, a gentle brush, almost like a breeze, but then they moved even closer and the breeze turned into Zoë's delicate lips, warm and supple, and tasting slightly of cider.

It was there, under the stars as the campers, sayters, and Hunters alike celebrated the beginning of a new year, Zoë and Percy kissed.

So that was day 1, the beginning of a new year.

This will not be a full story, more like a chain of events and moments that take place in the same world, following the relationship of Zoë and Percy. My goal for this is to write a single chapter each day, every day of the year. These "chapters" will not be in any order really, so you'll have to figure out the timeline yourself.

Undoubtedly, I will miss a few days, weather that be from vacation, work, sickness, or just being my general lazy ass self, but by the time New Years Eve rolls around in 2018, there should be 365 chapters. Weather or not you read them all is up to you.

If anybody would like to join my in this challenge, I would love to hear about it and read along with you, and maybe even work on some ideas together!

Happy New Years everyone!

-RangerMK01