So I've finally decided to do a Percy Jackson fanfic which isn't a one-shot, so here it is. I hope you like it, and obviously I didn't come up with Percy Jackson, all rights to Rick Riordan.

The Last

If someone were to tell me how badly the day would end, I wouldn't have believed them, despite what I've been through. For some reason after we defeated Gaia, I had finally let myself believe that we would have a happy ending, that for once we would just be left alone. Maybe that's why it happened. I've always found Fate to affect the naïve.

"Just you wait, tonight you're going down!" Jason shouted from the other side of the fire pit. Once the war was over, everything stayed rather hectic. The fallen had to be dealt with. The injured nursed back to health. The camp rebuilt. Relations between the Romans and the Greeks firmly established. Then extraordinary things occurred like Leo and Calypso, which was something that no one really expected. So the camp's game of capture the flag had been put onto a backburner. But that was about to change.

For the last couple of weeks excitement had built about the game, which would be the final signal that the war was really over, that we could all go back to normality. Well, as normal as it gets for half-bloods. Then last Friday Chiron announced the two leading cabins, and let's just say that created a whole new frenzy with large wagers on who was going to win. It's not just any day the son of Poseidon would verse the son of Zeus. It had turned pretty ugly with the pairings of cabins, with lots swapping luxuries and contraband that had been smuggled into the camp, and arguments within cabins to whom they should pair with. However no one was surprised with Athena working with Poseidon and Aphrodite pairing with Zeus.

"Yeah, yeah Jason, we both know Percy and I are going to kick your arse!" I shouted back to him, smiling when I thought about all the memories of me and Percy working together to beat the other team.

"We'll see about that Chase," he said, and then turned to talk to Piper, who were both smiling at each other.

Lots of the campers were milling about the fire pit, as activities had been cancelled for preparations for tonight. However one of them was not Percy. Looking back now I knew I should've been more worried. But as I said before, I was naïve, thinking we were finally going to have a life in New Rome, and our senior year in New York.

Getting up and stretching, I decided to go and find him. Lately he was either swimming or training. Never just relaxing or socialising, he always seemed to be working. So a good guess of his location would be the water. I started walking towards the Lake, when the some of the other campers starting singing about how the Poseidon cabin would beat Zeus' cabin. For some reason the collective of the camper's voices created a deep sadness within my gut.

The further I walked, the more this sadness grew. Every time I saw something of the camp which epitomised my years here, realisation of this being my last summer hit me. The lava wall which every half-blood trained on and has been burned by numerous times, another wave of sentiment. Each cabin with their own individual decorations and shrines to their Gods, another wave. The forest with its gruesome beasts, and creatures which identities are still undiscovered, another wave. They constantly kept hitting me. Until they were all I felt. Because it wasn't just the first capture the flag of the summer, it would also be the last, and it would also be my last one ever. Call me crazy, but this game had meant a lot to me since the first one when I was 7. It allowed me to train, make friends, and become who I am today. And to let that whole life go, would mean finally saying goodbye. Something I've been dreading for a long time.

I stopped walking when I had reached the beach, because I had seen the one thing that would make me feel better. My seaweed brain.

He was sitting on the dock, back slightly hunched so he was looking at the water but could also look at the skyline if he were inclined to. His black hair blew in the breeze coming off of the water, which his feet dangled in. Just seeing him somehow stopped each wave of sentimental sadness and created a little hope, and excitement. Yes, maybe I have to say goodbye to my old life, my childhood, but sitting in front of me was my future. A whole new life to experience, with new challenges to overcome, and that excited me, because I would be able to spend time with the man I love, with no Greek (or Roman) monsters getting in the way.

I started walking towards him again.

When I got onto the dock, I could see him more clearly. He wasn't just hunched over but physically tensed, with his hands tightly gripping the edge of the wood. His hair was the only thing moving, the rest of his body completely still. Something I rarely saw him do with his ADHD.

"Hey Seaweed brain."

"Hey Wise girl," he replied without looking at me, his gaze still firmly held by the water. I took off my shoes, sat down next to him and dangled my feet into the water. The cobalt water enveloped my feet in an ice cold bath, giving me pins and needles. Quickly I pulled them out, wondering how Percy could keep them in the water.

"Would you mind heating the water up a little?" He didn't even let go of the dock, but just flicked his fingers at the water. Slowly I put them back in, enjoying the warm tepid temperature. After seconds of silence, I linked my arm through his and leant on him, my head resting on his shoulder.

"What is it seaweed brain? You haven't been…well, you haven't been yourself for the last couple of days," I said it to him attentively, whispering it softly so that if anyone were close he would be the only one to hear it. He turned his head slowly so that he could delicately rest his forehead on mine.

"What d'you mean?" he reciprocated my tone, so I barely heard his question.

"You've been quiet, all you do is train, like…like something else is coming…I don't…you don't…you don't notice that in a week we'll be leaving here. You don't even seem to be excited about this evening…I just wonder…" I stopped, not knowing if I wanted to word what I was thinking. I closed my eyes and took a breath, enjoying the smell of the sea which Percy always seems to possess.

"You wonder what?" He didn't whisper any more, but his tone still conveyed the essence of a private conversation. I didn't answer him. I didn't want to. My fears at the time seemed small, and somehow stupid, compared to what we had been through.

"Annabeth?" he questioned me, lifting his head and placing his hands on my cheeks, so I would have to look at him.

I took a breath before saying anything else, "I wonder if you…" I had to close my eyes, because I didn't want to see his face if my fears were true, "…still want to do this. You and I, going to Goode for a year and then New Rome," he was silent. All I could think was, oh gods no, he doesn't want to be with me.

"Annabeth…" I could feel tears starting to form, "…look at me, please." Although I didn't want to, I opened them, to find all I could see were his green eyes.

"How could you think that? I love you wise girl, of course I still want those things," and then he kissed me as if to emphasis what he just said. To show me everything that he can't tell me.

I'm not going to lie; it was one of our best kisses ever. It had the same passion as the kiss we shared in Athens, but the same softness and novelty of our first. One of his hands gently rested on my cheek while the other had travelled down to my waist, and was pulling me closer towards him. I was getting a little flustered; I usually did when he kissed me, so my hands kept touching his chest and would then hold onto his neck, and then go back to touching his chest. I practically ended up on his lap, with his hands both wrapped around my waist.

We were both out of breath, but had no intention of stopping. Besides I wanted him to keep touching me because it was stopping the worry of him leaving me, of him not wanting our new lives.

He pulled away from me, and a growling sound radiated from my throat suggesting what I thought about his action. He laughed at the sound.

"What was that?"

"Um…" I said, slightly embarrassed. Instead of talking about it, I decided to change subject to save myself from more embarrassment, "Why did you stop?!"

Again he laughed at me, "You didn't hear it did you?"

"Hear what?" I was still out of breath, which surprised me as training for years had made me rather fit, but one kiss with Percy and my body seemed to forget this.

"It's time for dinner."

"Oh," I looked back up at the camp, surprised that I hadn't heard the call, "But we haven't finished talking…you still haven't told me what's wrong."

He quickly kissed me on the cheek, as if to tell me nothing's wrong.

"We'll talk about this after dinner, 'cause I…I need to tell you something," he went back to looking at the water, contemplation written all over his face. I should've got him to tell me then but I decided to leave it, thinking that capture the flag would have him in a better mood.

"Ok…should we go to dinner?"

"Yeah, c'mon," he looked away from the water, and back at me. I got off of his lap, and after he had stood up and stretched we made our way back.

I wish I would've made him talk to me then. I wish we would've ignored the calls and just carried on kissing. I just wish we had more time, to say everything that needed to be said. Maybe if we had that time, it would've made everything to follow easier. Or maybe it would've just given me a fond memory of him to look back on, before this mess all started.

So, what do you think? Reviews are appreciated! I'm hoping to get some more chapters up by then end of the summer!

Thanks for reading!

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