Hey everyone! The idea for this came out of nowhere and I HAD to put it down, and this is the result! This is a one-shot and there's going to be a lot of POV switching, so be warned. R&R please :) P.S: Sorry if there are any typos, I typed this on my phone.


PIPER

"Where's Annabeth?" Piper started twirling Katoptris as she surveyed the battlefield. It was as barren as it had been before, all rocks and red dirt. The Seven were there, minus two.

"Percy's disappeared too. I have no idea where." Jason was wiping his sword with his shirt. "Shall we-"

But Piper wasn't listening. Fifty feet away, amidst the dirt and rocks, lay two bodies. One had blonde hair and the other black. "Oh my gods," she whispered. Then she broke into a sprint. "Percy! Annabeth!" she shrieked. Piper faintly realized she was kicking up dust clouds behind her, but she didn't care.

The closer she got, the worse she felt. As she skidded to a stop beside the two, she saw that it really was Percy and Annabeth. Annabeth's hair was streaked with blood, and a nasty gash on her forehead showed one of her injuries. Percy's arm was around her, and Piper knelt beside him, wincing as she saw the spear sticking out of his chest. Piper frantically checked for a pulse on both, but felt none. How had she missed them leaving the others?

They had defeated Gaea, but at the heaviest cost Piper could ever have imagined.

Percy and Annabeth were gone.

Percy, the brave, sweet and sassy son of Poseidon whom Piper had always admired.

Annabeth, the smart and beautiful daughter of Athena who had been one of Piper's closest friends.

Piper realized that never again would she hear Percy sass, or Annabeth laugh, or see either be together with the easiness and beauty that was Percabeth.

She collapsed by Annabeth's side and wept.


JASON

"Percy! Annabeth!" Piper ran toward the two bodies.

"No." That was the first word out of Jason's mouth. As if by saying that he could reverse time. He knew what he'd find there, but followed Piper anyway-hoping against hope that he was wrong. How would he handle it if... (A/N: I know it's the wrong fandom, but anyone get the Divergent reference?)

When he got there, she was kneeling over Annabeth, gently stroking her forehead. Tears ran down her face, and even as they carved paths in the dirt and grime covering her, Jason thought that she looked beautiful. "Jason…" She bowed her head. "They're gone."

Jason hugged her. "They'll be happy in Elysium," he promised.

Piper lifted her head. "You think?"

"I know." Jason kissed her cheek.

As he held her, he couldn't help but silently pay tribute to the dead demigods-the heart and soul of the Seven. He started to realize that he would never see them again, and hugged Piper tighter, hoping that he could somehow chase her sadness away.


HAZEL

Frank put his arm around her as they stood beside Percy and Annabeth. In death, they looked peaceful. Percy had one arm slung over Annabeth, as if he had died comforting her. Tears sprang to Hazel's eyes, and even though she tried to blink them away, they just kept coming. Percy-the backbone of the Seven. Hazel still remembered their trip to Alaska. He had proved that he was a great person and had saved her life more times than she could count. And Annabeth. Hazel hadn't known her very well, but as she saw her face she remembered everything Percy had said about her. She was the unspoken leader of the Seven, smart and brave. Hazel had always admired her, from the moment she'd first seen her on the Argo 2.

Hazel fell to her knees beside them. She felt hollow inside, yet there was a fire burning inside her-a fire that screamed for vengeance. I'll avenge your deaths, Hazel swore silently. I'll find a way.


FRANK

Frank couldn't believe it. Annabeth, who had helped him figure out those pesky Chinese handcuffs, was dead. Percy, who had saved his life time and time again, was dead. Although he was Roman, Frank liked the Greek side well enough, and especially the Greek members of the Seven. And now two of the ones he respected most were dead. Dead and gone. He saw the tears on Piper's face as Jason held her, and almost crushed a ruby when he moved closer to Hazel.

She stared into his eyes, wordlessly pleading. "Tell me they're going to go to Elysium."

"I'm sure they will. Ask Nico." Frank said the words, but he could barely even move his lips to say them. All he could do was remember Percy and Annabeth. He missed them both, so much-even Annabeth, whom he'd barely known. Now the Seven wasn't the Seven. It was the Five. That sounded horrible.

Frank stared down at the bodies and wished them the best in Elysium. Where else would they go? They had died as heroes.


NICO

Nico stared at the two bodies. He knew that they were being judged as he stood there, and also knew that they were getting Elysium. That was good. Percy and Annabeth would be happy together forever.

His heart twisted. It had hurt when Percy was alive and with Annabeth, sure. But Nico had always held onto the hope that Percy would someday discover that he liked boys, too. It was a childish wish, but it was still a comforting one.

Now, he would never find out anything for sure. Nico was a coward for not telling Percy how he really felt. Jason had been right all along.

"Nico?" Hazel gently touched his arm. "Can you..."

He didn't need to ask what she meant. "Elysium," he snapped. He hadn't meant to sound so harsh, but it was too late now.

"Thank you," Hazel said quietly, and turned to go back to the others.


LEO

Leo had been tinkering ever since Gaea's fall, so he didn't notice what was going on right away.

Satisfied with what he had done so far, he had put his invention back in his toolbelt and realized that no one was in sight. Panicked, he spun around and saw everyone gathered around something. Nico stood off to the side, jaw working.

Leo saw Piper and Jason, as well as Hazel and Frank. Something hit him-why was everyone looking so sad, and where was Percabeth?

Oh, no.

Leo started sprinting before he even realized he was doing it. Oh, gods no. Please let him be wrong.

He started walking a few steps from the others, peeked over Hazel's shoulder and saw them.

Percy and Annabeth lay on the ground, both deathly pale. Annabeth had an ugly cut on her forehead, and she was covered in scrapes and bruises. Percy was similar, and oh gods, was that a spear buried in his chest?

"Are they..." Leo couldn't bear to say the words.

Hazel turned, her expression full of empty sadness. "Elysium."

Leo nodded, stepped closer, and then his legs gave out. He stared at the pair, so peaceful in death. Percy had his arm around Annabeth like he had been comforting her.

Normally Leo cracked jokes to relieve tension or when he thought the mood was too serious, but now he didn't. He couldn't. No amount of jokes would ever make this better.

Nemesis' words came back to mind. A sacrifice...

Was this it? The loss of two of the strongest, bravest, kindest and smartest of the Seven? One final loss that Nemesis would have known was too hard to bear?

Leo reached forward and closed Percy's eyes, hand shaking. It was done.