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Reunion I: Part 1

She ran her fingers along the wall, trying to calm her stomach down. But it wasn't just motion sickness that made her nauseous. It was also anxiety.

Six months. She hadn't seen her boyfriend in six months. She was terrified. A thousand questions raced through her mind. Would he remember her? Would he still care about her? Did he have another girlfriend? Each new fear created another knot in her gut.

"Annabeth?" Piper's silhouette appeared in the doorway. "Are you alright?"

Annabeth sighed. "I don't know, Piper. A million things could go wrong in the next few minutes."

"I guess that's true," Piper sat down at the foot of the bed, and Annabeth slid up against the wall and hugged her knees to her chest. "But they can all still go right, right?"

Annabeth stared at the doorway, considering this. "One thing's for sure. If he has a new girlfriend, I'm going to kill him…"

Piper sighed, understanding her much more than an average person would because of her mother being Aphrodite. "Annabeth, didn't you once tell me that he turned down immortality for you?"

"Well, yeah."

"And he's known you for how long now?"

"It's June, right?" Piper nodded, and Annabeth calculated how long it had been. "About five years…"

"So, what makes you think that he's going to like a girl after six months when it took him four years to start dating you?" She had a point.

"But, I'm no one special…"

Piper laughed. "I'm sure he begs to differ."

Annabeth sighed. Piper meant well, but how could the coffee-haired daughter of Aphrodite know what he thought of Annabeth, when Piper had never met him? She was about to point this out when a loud thump shook the whole ship.

"Good morning passengers!" Leo's loud, exuberant voice came out of the intercom. "This is the Supreme Leader of the Argo II speaking! We have reached our destination! Please make sure all tray-tables are in their upright positions, and thank you for flying Air-Leo!"

They had landed.

Annabeth—all worries forgotten—raced out to the deck. Instantly, she froze, causing Piper to run into her with a grunt.

The view was breathtaking. An exact copy of Ancient Rome, the civilization of architecture shined bright around her. It almost made her not notice the crowd of angry campers.

Almost.

Clarisse muttered something intelligible, and turned to Annabeth. "Well? What do you suggest we do, Braniac?" Annabeth bit her lip. She had been so absorbed in seeing that mop of raven-colored hair again, she hadn't even thought about how the Romans were going to take seeing a giant warship descending on them, which really wasn't like her.

Before she could come up with a hastily-made plan, a feminine voice called something in Latin. It must have meant something along the lines of, Stand down, Romans, because the angry mob reluctantly lowered their weapons.

One by one, the Greeks vaulted over the side of the ship. Between the cabin counselors, Thalia, Rachel, and Grover, the ship had been pretty packed. It was a relief to have elbow room again.

Annabeth scanned the crowd. She finally found a tall, beautiful dark-haired girl in a purple cape yelling in Latin. She must have been telling the others to leave, because most of them did just that. Before Annabeth could see the remaining faces of those who stayed, she felt a flash of nervousness and dropped her eyes.

Five pairs of tennis shoes walked up to stand in front of Annabeth. The dark-haired girl's voice came from a lightly dusty pair of Nikes. "Which one of you is leader?"

Annabeth tentatively raised her hand. She could feel all eyes on her. Piper—thankfully—saved her from an embarrassment by introducing the Greeks one after the other. Each time, four of the five pairs of shoes stepped forward to shake their hands, but one pair—an extremely beat up and dirty pair of black Converse—stayed back. They were pointed in her direction, and she could feel eyes on her. She shivered.

After introductions, the dark-haired girl—who turned out to be a Praetor, Reyna—turned to speak to the final set of shoes, but she stopped when she saw the owner.

For the first time, the shoes stepped slowly forward until their owner was inches from Annabeth. She felt a hand brush her hair out of her eyes, tucking it behind her ear. The fingers trailed down her cheek to her chin, and tilted it up.

Green. Sea green, filled to the brim with a vast range of emotions. Everything died away, except for sea green. Annabeth felt a tremble run down her spine.

"Annabeth?" The voice flowed soft and smooth, and filled her with a sense of pain and nostalgia. "Are you okay?" The hand rose to cup her cheek, and she found herself leaning into it, rejoicing in the hand's warmth on her skin.

She wanted to speak, to force anything past her stubborn lips. But they wouldn't move. She struggled against them, feeling a single drop of saltwater roll down her cheek. The lips that belonged to the sea green leaned forward and touched the far corner of her mouth, kissing the saltwater drop away.

Sea green found her again as its forehead pressed against hers. Drowning in the depths of green, she found the will to speak. A single word. A name. The name belonging to the beautiful sea green that watched her so gently. The name belonging to the source of her pain from the last six months. The name belonging to him.

"Percy…"

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