(A/N) Hey. So this is my first Percy Jackson and the Olympians story (I guess one shot...) so I'm super excited to see how this will turn out :)
Disclaimer: Do I look like a balding man in his 50's?
The Argo II was moving so slow it was actually painful. "Doesn't that thing go any faster?" Is what Percy wanted to scream. Of course he knew he couldn't actually do that because that would mean loss of the small amount of trust and respect that he had from the Romans. Well most of them anyway. He was getting anxious now, it felt like hours before the ship had landed but it was really only a few minutes.
For a moment nothing happened. Nobody moved. Whispers of confusion erupted from the roman crowd. His only thoughts were "Please be on there, please be on there!"
Suddenly campers were flowing out of the Argo II. He quickly scanned the people coming out of the ship. His eyes finally rested on a familiar set of curls.
Something snapped inside of Percy, because the next thing he knew he was sprinting toward the crowd of Greeks. He didn't even stop running when he tackled her into a hug which in result knocked both of them down.
She was the first to speak up. "So I guess this means you remember me?"
He gave her his most serious look and said "Are you kidding? Wise girl, I never forgot you."
And then he planted a kiss on her right then and there and suddenly it didn't matter whether or not the Romans decided to trust them or not. Not right now anyways.
(A/N) The end! Just a short one shot I decided to write because... well... just because okay! Anyways I hope you enjoyed it. REVIEW!