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Previously known as RainandFire

Wrote a Divergent fic once

I thought it was bad writing._.

Ill edit it someday

Anyways not sure about this one. Help?

Summary: At the end of the Titan War, Percy chose immortality over love. Years passed as he watched all of his friends age and die. He finds himself and Thalia mourning Annabeth and Grover. When he decides to spend time in the mortal world again, Aphrodite decides to make things right by enlisting the help of Hades. Percy goes through the pain of finding Annabeth, reincarnated from the Isles of the Blest. Only this time, will Percy choose love over immortality?

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANY PART OF PERCY JACKSON. THOSE CREDITS GO TO RICK RIORDAN WHO IS THE GOD OF TROLLING

(Because seriously, falling into Tartarus?) Ideas are mine but characters are his

Chapter One:

Percy stared at Zeus, stunned, as if he didn't hear him properly. "A god." He said slowly. "You want to turn me into a god."

Zeus rolled his eyes. "Yes, you idiot."

Percy thought it over. A god. He could be at his father's side, immortal, powerful, and maybe he'd have a chance to finally learn who his father was. An inner voice told him: But what about your friends? And Camp Half-Blood? Chiron? Grover? Annabeth? Annabeth. Percy wasn't sure what their friendship was so far. He thought about everything they had gone through together, all those quests and danger. But then he thought about immortality. Surely, with everything Annabeth was capable of, she would be offered immortality sometime during her life.

He turned back to Zeus and met the god's eyes. Staring at Annabeth from the corner of his eye, he could see she was tense and pale. He wondered if she was going to approve of what he was going to do.

"Yes," said Percy, straightening up, "I accept." Turning back, he smiled, only to falter as he locked eyes with Annabeth. She didn't look that well, pale and shivering. She managed a smile and promptly fainted.

"Oh gods, oh gods." Percy panicked, running for her. Apollo reached her the same time he did, passing it off as the pain from the wounds she'd gotten during the battle.

Percy bolted upright in his bed, sweating pouring off him. Was that even possible? Sweating underwater? The thought of it was kind of redundant. He threw the covers off him and curled into a ball. The nightmares were coming back. Each year, for some reason, on the day he chose to become a god, he'd dream about his choice over and over again. Pausing to listen as he heard a noise, he frowned. Who could be up this late?

"It's all your fault!"

"No its- argh stop shoving me! I'll curse you with a bad case of acne"

"If you dare, I will personally see that I hunt down each and every one of your daughters boyfriends."

From the sounds of it, it was Thalia and Aphrodite going at it again. Ignoring the altercation, he turned over, closing his eyes, only to picture Annabeth. The name hurt too much to even say, let alone think about.

"For the last time," Aphrodite argued, "It's not my fault he's so oblivious to love."

Thalia rolled her eyes, "You're the freaking goddess of love. I expected you to at least give him a hint." She jabbed her thumb at Percy's closed door.

Aphrodite rolled her eyes and strolled over to the couch and lounged comfortably in it. "The boy is merely too dense to see what he has and doesn't realize it until it's gone." Producing a box out of nowhere, she said, "Bon-bon?"

Sighing, Thalia strode towards Percy's room, kicked the door open and said, "Get up."

Percy opened one eye and closed it. "Go away."

Thalia yanked him up by the arm and said, "No, not until you stop moping. Each week you go into one of your moods and starting writing poetry or singing love songs." She rolled her eyes, "You're scaring the fish away."

Percy sat up. "Why are you even here? Shouldn't the water pressure be crushing you to death."

"Your dad let me in Seaweed-Brain."

Percy held a hand up. "Don't." It hurt too much, Annabeth, his life, everything.

"Well what do you want? Spend another century getting over her? Wishing you go go back and redo everything? Fat chance. She's dead Percy, dead. So get up off your sorry butt, stop moping over something that happened over a hundred years ago and get out into the world and go visit camp. Sitting in your room for another few decades won't get you anywhere, so stop your self- pitying and get on with your life."

Shakily standing up, he pointed at the door. "Out." When she didn't move he raised his voice. "Out. Now." Thalia took one look at his room, a clutter of objects and clothes. She shrugged and stepped out. "Your loss." She gave him a look and with that, she slammed the door.

The Olympians didn't hold impromptu meetings with discussions on a mere mortal. Wait no, Zeus frowned. Mere immortal. That rascal Percy Jackson was a god. And now here they were, talking about that decision he had made. Even Hades was here, which meant this conference had to be important. Stupid Percy Jackson, why couldn't Poseidon have just stayed in his underwater palace? Well, Zeus did have to admit, he was being a hypocrite in a way.

His daughter, Thalia, stood in the center of the room. He sat up straighter, prouder even, and focused his gaze on her. The only person in the room who could match his pride was Artemis.
Thalia bowed and began, "I've requested your audience to address a problem. Percy Jackson."

"He's always a problem." Ares shouted from his throne. Athena's mouth twitched.

Zeus shot him a glare. "Let her finish."

Thalia continued. "Percy hasn't been quite.. right. Ever since he turned into a god and he left his friends and Camp Half-Blood he seems darker, depressed even."

"Oh come on," Aphrodite called out. "We all know what's his problem is, it's that girl." She shot a look at Athena, who frowned and said, "She died fifteen years ago. Quite a quiet and normal life, age of a hundred, although she never married."

Aphrodite looked to Zeus, "Fathe- My Lord, if you grant me permission I will help Thalia help Percy."

Zeus looked towards his brother, Poseidon, who had been quiet throughout the whole conversation. "What do you think we should do? The boy is your son, after all."

Poseidon looked up, weary and resigned. Stroking his chin, he nodded at Thalia and Aphrodite, "Let them do what they want. Percy cannot spend his life wasting away down there. The loss of Annabeth and all of his friends have damaged him. I only want the best for Percy and making him a god didn't do that."

Zeus nodded and with that, the council adjourned.

Thalia dragged Aphrodite into the gardens. "What the hell happened back there? I thought you weren't going to help me with this."

Aphrodite gestured around. "We both have our motives in this. You want to help Percy, I want my share of the fun."

Thalia narrowed her eyes. "What are you up to?"

"I like to meddle around in other people's love affairs, cause drama and watch the things some people are willing to do to earn love. Percy and Annabeth are a tragic story, more tragic than Romeo and Juliet."

Thalia frowned. "Annabeth died and Percy's immortal."

"Potato. Potahto." She waved her hands carelessly. "Anyways, that won't be true for long." Aphrodite's cunning smile made Thalia uneasy.

"Just what are you up to exactly?"

The goddess laughed and flicked her hair over one shoulder. "Oh this is going to be so much fun, and you are going to help me.

When the goddess had finished telling Thalia her plan, she wasn't sure she wanted to go through with this. For one, she had to visit Hades. And that meant seeing the souls of all her friends and enemies. But this was for Percy, and she was going to suck it up and do it.

Down in the Underworld, Thalia maneuvered around the traffic in the Fields of Asphodel. Not making eye contact with anyone, she hurried to the palace looming in the darkness. Requesting an audience with the violent and unstable Hades was the last thing she wanted to do but it was her duty. She hoped that Aphrodite was right about him and anger management

Hades was in the throne room, listening to a ghost addressing issues going on in the realm of the dead. Queen Persephone was nowhere to be found. "Enough." He waved his hand at the ghost when Thalia arrived. "Daughter of Zeus, what do you want?" He leaned back, sounding bored.

"Er.. Lord Hades, we, Aphrodite and I that is, were wondering whether we could..uh.. speeden up the process of Annabeth's reincarnation by fifteen years."

"Done." He shooed her off. "Next!"

"Wait. What? You're agreeing to this?"

"I certainly am." Hades sounded pleasant, for once in his life. "Next!"

"But- I thought-"

"Do you want your friend or not?" Hades demanded.

"Er yes but-"

"Go! Miles will take you there." He gestured the ghost who had been reporting to him minutes ago.

Thalia slowly walked towards the doors, watching as Hades granted anothers ghost's request for a retrial at the judge's court. "Oh! And remember, don't look back." Hades shouted after her. She shook her head, shuddering at the thought of Orpheus and his wife Eurydice. Glancing back one more time at Hades, she thought, what ever medication he was on, it was strong.

Back in the Fields of Asphodel, she shuddered, walking among the dead. She followed Miles towards Elysium. Passing into it, she never thought she'd see the inside of it, not at least for another few centuries, or until her death. The artificial sunlight dazzled her eyes, as she took everything in. Elysium was surely what she had imagined as paradise. Feeling a brief flicker of guilt, she felt bad for taking Annabeth away from this. But Annabeth would be with Percy.

"Wait here." Miles's lifeless eyes bore through her. He shuffled away, leaving Thalia feeling nervous. She rubbed her bracelet cautiously, waiting for the slightest sign of danger. Closing her eyes, she breathed in the sweet perfumed air. "Thalia?" A masculine voice came from behind her. Standing very still, she turned around slowly. The face confirmed her fears. Luke Castellan was standing behind her, looking very much alive. The blood drained from her face. "Hey,er- Luke."

"What's going on?" He looked confused. "Did you die?"

"Not exactly. I'm here for Annabeth."

Luke nodded, as if he understanded. "Aphrodite's a part of this isn't she?"

Thalia stepped back. "What? How did you know?"

Luke's eyes radiated sadness. "She's tried this several times already. Never once has it succeeded."

Thalia felt his words as a blow to her stomach. "So what happens in the end?"

Luke shrugged. "What love always does to them. Madness. Death. Broken beyond repair."

They both stood there, watching the horizon.

Miles returned with a soul that shone so brightly that Thalia couldn't even see who it was. "Is that Annabeth? Wow."
"Lead her to the mortal world but don't ever look back. Take her to Olympus." Miles droned. He gestured to the gates of Elysium. Thalia reached out, unsure if she could touch Annabeth's hand.

Suddenly a glow as bright as a supernova encased them. Thalia shut her eyes, stumbling back. She fell onto someone, knocking them both down.

"Oof!" Thalia opened her eyes and scrambled up. Aphrodite glared at her, shoving her off and dusting off her dress. "When I said to come back quick I didn't mean dropping out of the sky." Her eyes raked over her to Annabeth. She smiled. Grabbing both of their hands, she hurried them towards another building. Inside, she waved a hand in Annabeth's face. "Hey- hi? You awake? Great. What's your name."

Annabeth frowned. "Uh- Annabeth. Did you lose a couple of brain cells when I died?"

Thalia hide her grin. Aphrodite rolled her eyes. "This means she still has her memory." Striding towards the center of the room, she knelt down and began pulling things out of her sleeve. Thalia realized that they were in Aphrodite's temple.

"Hey, last I checked, I died, like, fifteen years ago." Annabeth called after her. Aphrodite glanced back, a twinkle in her eye. "And I promised to help Percy."

"Percy?" Annabeth frowned. "What's wrong? Is he okay?"

"Meh. I wouldn't call dying okay."

"What!?"

"Oh don't worry, it's of a broken heart." Aphrodite stood up, holding a glass full of clear liquid. "Now drink this if you want to help him."

Annabeth raised an eyebrow. "Wasn't it a rule to never accept food from a god or goddess?"

Aphrodite sighed. "Someday you'll learn to trust me. Plus, that was because Persephone went and ate those pomegranates. Now drink."

Upon doing so, Annabeth promptly collapsed into Thalia's arms. "What the hell did you do to her?" Thalia struggled to let her down gently.

"Just a mere potion. She'll come around. Now all we have to do is send her to the city, get Percy out into the world and let them fall in love again." Aphrodite exclaimed gleefully. "Now go, I've set everything up; her parents are living around 34th street somewhere."

"Oh gods." Thalia muttered, dragging off her friend. "What have I gotten myself into?"

A/N

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Aphrodite has tricks up her sleeves, Thalia has a lot of work to do, Percy has to do some convincing, and Annabeth can just sit back and let things happen.

Review?

I feel like no one will read it so it makes me feel better if some reviews or does something to get me to notice.

Sorry this took so long, I've got a lot of schoolwork but I'll try to write more

~TFC