PERCY DIDN'T KNOW A LOT OF THINGS especially now, he had woken up just weeks ago in a ruined mansion the wolf goddess, Lupa called the Wolf House.

He has amnesia, if you don't count out this one person nagging his mind. A warm smile, smirking even, gray eyes swirling like a storm, and dark blonde hair, Annabeth. That's what her name is.

Ever since he woke up he forgot everything in his life except for her. He had to find her, he had to find his home.

All this confusion left him a headache, he almost forgot the monsters chasing him, or them not being able to kill him because of his apparently invincible skin, or the fact that just hours ago he had to strangle a sea serpent to death.

Home.

Lupa said it was Camp Jupiter, and a stirring of something inside his stomach churned, a sense of longing and hope filled him.

Annabeth.

Was she in camp? Percy hoped so, it felt like his soul was cut in half, literally and figuratively, and partly he blamed it on having amnesia.

Trust your instincts. His very first lesson, but his instincts was calling for home, his restless soul searching for the hearth it searched for.

And as Percy once again run from the monsters coming for him, their howls sending shivers up his spine, his mind screamed Annabeth.

This journey, he hope would lead him back to her.

The city was yawning, the lights one by one closing, but his path illuminated by the idea of a certain gray eyed blonde.

CHTY~

Percy didn't fear for his life when he sled down, nor was he scared of dying, not that he wanted to die of course. But the fear of never seeing Annabeth again made him crave for survival. He needed it, he needed to go home and no snaked haired ladies set out to kill him will ever stop him. Never.

And as Percy landed gracefully, his instincts screamed now, blaring like the siren of the police car he stole *ehem* borrowed days ago.

It screamed Home but it didn't feel exactly like it.

But he let it go.

This path was leading him back to her and he knew it.

The ocean seemed to call for him but this sense, this longing, it was stronger.

He will be coming back to her.

He had to.

He found a way home, the reason for his survival. The reason for living, and he found it.

I'm coming home to you Annabeth, I promise.

I promise.

Promise.

Promise me.

Those words were the last ones he had spoken before falling to Tartarus with Annabeth, gods he missed her and not even this pit of never ending punishment will keep them apart.

He promised.

He found a way home. He was kept away from her but he found a way. Maybe it was fate, but being together with her was just the most natural thing in his life. In this tiring and hurtful world, she was the only thing Percy needed.

He let everything go and embraced her tightly.

He left everything behind, his memories even, but with her, with Annabeth, even if it was literally hell, its where Percy ought to be.

No words where needed, his heart had rested finally.

Percy finally found his home back, even if it meant suffering, he'll never change this for the world.

Home, finally and Percy smiled as they dropped through the depths of Tartarus.