Written for Querencia Ship Explosion Quest

Companion fic to Pacific

Pairing: Annabeth/Leo

Prompts:
phrase- "you're a fireball"
phrase- "we're disintegrating"

We're disintegrating, Jason and I, fading into ashes and dust, and for some reason, my last living thought was "You're a fireball. An actual, human fireball. Cool."

I suppose Percy's impact on me hasn't faded, and I doubt it ever will. He was such a big part of my life. (Why does the word "was" hurt less than expected?)

After that, everything was painless. I felt weightless, until I realised: I was weightless. I was dead.

Elysium is nice, but boring, I can't help but think to myself. Dying was more interesting, going up in an agonisingly painful ball of flames. Even your fire-resistance wasn't able to save Jason and I.

Elysium. Its… homey. Its comfortable, but its lacking the action and adrenaline that keeps us going, lacking the thing that makes a demigod's life unique.

It wasn't always healthy (who said walking through the literal Greek hell was healthy?) but I enjoyed it. Didn't you? The calmness of Elysium only serves to keep me wary, since when we were alive, calmness means upcoming danger.

You only ever regret not appreciating what you have until its gone. Right now, its life, more specifically, the life of a demigod, like we were when we were life. Don't you ever wonder what the camps are like now, after the war? Don't you wonder how the living remains of the Seven are doing? Don't you wonder what it would be like if we didn't die?

I watch you and Jason from afar. You're smiling and laughing at something he said, and I can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at Jason. I don't understand it, and that infuriates me.

Then again, I've never been good with feelings.

Its at times like this when I wish I had Piper with me.

I wonder how she's doing, but don't dwell on it too long.

I've finally figured out my emotions towards you, and it scares me.

Love.

I feel uneasy, like I'm breaking Percy's trust.

I hide away my feelings anyway.

You admitted you loved me.

In the spur of a moment, I couldn't help myself.

I said yes.

You agreed with my views on death, like Jason.

Athena always has a plan, you said. So what's the plan?

I told you and Jason one thing.

Rebirth.

You both agreed.

Rebirth isn't fun, not the slightest bit.

The waters of the River Lethe burn and claw at me, and I feel my soul slipping away from me. Again, all three of us, we're disintegrating. Again. The irony.

I would laugh, only if I remembered why it was considered ironical.

Then, just as the last of my memories slip away from me, I see you again (why again?), bursting into flames and my last thought sends another haunting wave of déjà vu over me.

You're a fireball. An actual fireball. Under the water too. Cool.

I remember nothing after this.

Word count: 491 words

(A/N: As said before, written for Querencia Ship Explosion Quest, companion fic to Pacific. Different writing style because I'm trying it out.

Peace,
Summer)