AN: for Summer (Purple-Tacos-R-Da-Bomb). because you're awesome and I think this is your favorite pairing and I can't sleep. also, I think this means you inderectly sort of helped me get rid of the angt bug.
I don't own PJO.
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He meets her at the gate.
They stare, for a moment, and then it's like their worlds are alight again, and it's warm and beautiful.
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She says, after a while, "I thought the gates were supposed to be pearly."
And he laughs.
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They do not speak much. They don't do much of anything really. They remember, and it does not hurt. It does not hurt because it is over, it is over now, and they have each other and that is all that matters.
It used to make him nervous, but now the silence is enough.
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They discover, later, that they can watch.
It is a bowl, a large one filled with swirling silvery liquid that sparkles in the glow of the paradise that is—no, not a home, but a resting place, now.
And they see it all.
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"You did this," she says eventually, eyes bright.
"What do you mean?" he questions.
"He is alive," she says, "because of you. You are the ultimate hero. The hero of a hero." She grins.
And he laughs again, because she is here, they are happy.
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This is eternity.
And so there is no happy ending, exactly. Because this—they—will never end.
Still, he thinks, it's something like a happy ending.
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