Not This Time (A Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

by ETNerdy-girl

She remember's. With them gone again she stands her in the rain remembering. Her family, her children... This is a one-shot that could develop in to more, about the future in the Percy Jackson war after both wars. Who is "she" you ask? Read it to find out. ;) Tell me if you want more of this story line. Have a wonderful day. Snail-Ya-Later!

I don't own Percy Jackson, if I did Blood of Olympus would have had a Sally and Percy reunion.

She remember's. She remember's the day he was born. She remember's the day she found her. She remember's the days watch him learn and grow. She remember's she ran and fought with her. Her little brother. Her best friend.

She remember's how she lost both of them the first time. Her little brother, who she pretty much raised the first 2 years of his life, when she was only a herself. He was more of her child, not that woman's. Then that woman took him away, and while she cried herself to sleep thinking her little brother was dead. Her best friend, more like her daughter. On the run it was hard for a 7 year old and when she saw her, she though of her brother. She was storng, don't get her wrong, but no one needs to be alone. Then she was turned into a tree saving her best friend.

Then she was back, alive, and not made of wood. Her best friend was grown up, because of the tree aging they were about the same age. She didn't seem to need her anymore. She has someone else, someone that in time she would realize that she loved. When he showed up and she realized that he was alive she was overjoyed, but he was strong and all grown up. He also had someone to love. He didn't need her either.

Now she had lost again, for good, it looked like, this time. Standing there with the rain hitting her hair and the smell of bloof in the air, she knew they were gone. Her nephew whoose hand she was holding tighty, sqeashed her hand tighter. She looked down at him, the image of his father, her brother, with the ever changing eyes of his mother, her brother's love. Only seven years old. She turned to look at the baby girl in her arms, her god daughter. Not a rain drop hitting her tiny body. The small princess curls on the top of her head, those of her mother, her best friend. She opened her small eyes, sea green, those of the man her best friend loved. Only born that day.

The child of Jason Grace, and the child of Annabeth Chase. Her little brother. Her best friend. She looked at thier children. She would protect them. No one would take her away, she won't be turned into someting else. She won't loose them, not this time.