A/N: This is my first fic. I've been reading here for a while, but I've decided to finally write something. Enjoy and please review!

(Percy POV)

As soon as I'd gotten the piece of parchment from a Leo Valdez, "supreme commander" of the Argo II, at Camp Half-Blood, I'd been getting more anxious by the minute. Annabeth was going to be here. I remembered everything back in Alaska, with the help of the gorgon's blood, and I was wishing for this moment.

My ADHD was going crazy. After those two amazing months of dating, what could go wrong, right? Then, my mind fluttered into some… other thoughts. After Hera had put me into a sleep for eight months, anything could happen— what if Annabeth had gotten over me? What if she thought I was dead? What if she wasn't on the ship? I was so nervous, I was almost buzzing.

Remind me not to send Hera a thank-you card, ever. No matter what happens on this quest. I could see why Annabeth hated her so much—not to mention those, ah, challenged cows that seemed to follow her.

As I returned to reality after some truly threatening thoughts, I noticed a huge blue ship flying into Camp Jupiter. On its side, a wide white stripe distinguishing it as the Argo II. I couldn't help wondering if Zeus would still blast me out of the sky if we were in a flying boat. After all, a boat is definitely associated with Poseidon, even if it is flying. I dismissed the thought as soon as I saw four shady figures get off the boat, near the bow, but they were getting much closer. Immediately, I recognized Annabeth, who was trailing off towards the back of the group. I know could point her out in any huge crowd, anywhere.

I saw Octavian out of the corner of my eye, disemboweling a stuffed animal. He muttered to himself, "The graecius cannot be right. They are all evil." I stifled a laugh as the poor little teddy bear was brutally murdered, its "guts" to be later examined.

Hazel and Frank loyally stood by my side, ready to board the ship with me. For a moment, I thought I'd seen them holding hands, which made me happy for them. Oh gods, I'd started thinking. I was playing Aphrodite.

Suddenly, the flying boat landed in the water. The armed campers were extremely alert, noticing every move I made, knowing that the judgment of this was life-or-death for me.

The first person to come off the ship was an average height Hispanic boy, with curly black hair. He wore a T-shirt and jeans, with a tool belt strapped to his waist. The guy had a fiery glint in his eye that I'd noticed, one only ever seen in one particular forging god. I heard Hazel whimper quietly next to me. The kid looked exactly like her old boyfriend. This must've been Leo, the boy who sent us the warning.

Next, a tall blond guy walked out. He had a scar on his lip, and familiar electric blue eyes. This must be the famous Jason Grace, the person I succeeded as praetor. I hoped that wouldn't cause any trouble with us—I was 100% willing to give him his post back. Trust me, that spot was not for this son of Poseidon.

Jason seemed to be walking awkwardly beside another girl—a very pretty girl. I'm sure something had happened between them, but he wasn't exactly sure that it was the best way to reunite with Reyna. The girl was American Indian, possibly Sioux or Cherokee. Her hair was done in lots of small braids, and it looked really good, without the try-hard attitude of people like Drew back at Camp Half-Blood.

Finally Annabeth came out of the boat. Well, sprinted is a better word. She looked gorgeous. Her pale blond hair flowed behind her as she ran, and her gray eyes were shimmering. She bolted towards me so fast; you'd think she was a daughter of Nike. When she walked up to me, I was expecting a hug, a kiss if I was super lucky. I was really hoping for a kiss.

What she did, I obviously should have suspected. She came to an abrupt stop in front of me, and said, "Seaweed Brain, where were you for EIGHT MONTHS?" as she slugged me in the shoulder.

I laughed, meaning to say some witty comeback. It came out something along the lines of, "Um uh hi."

"I missed you," she whispered, and after a little giggle, starting to lean into my chest.

"You too, Annabeth." I said. "You were my only memory of my past life when I first came to Camp Jupiter. You kept me sane, you know."

She sighed. "Even when you're miles away from me, I have to keep you going, kelp face."

I just gazed at her, and was at a loss of words for how amazing one person could be. I reacted by leaning back into her and pulling her into a kiss.

A simple kiss, yet so meaningful. I was in a world of my own, with this perfect girl. I loved her so, so much.
I was so ready for the Argo II. Bring that long ride on.