Author's note: This is my one shot Percabeth reunion. Comments welcome. Please review this is my first romance EVER and I need the criticism.
*DISCLAIMER! I do NOT nor EVER WILL own PJO or HoO*
Percy
The first thing I remember was the wind. The gales were blowing my hair around. It blew steadily off the gleaming golden war ship that was heading right for the forum. Even from here, I could see the bronze plates and the cannons. The white sails were snapping in the wind, and the glare off the eyes of the dragon mast head was almost blinding. There were people barely visible leaning on the railing. Man, Terminus was not going to be happy, like, blow up the universe not happy.
My eyes raked the line of people looking for Annabeth. When I had thought I saw her, the person walked away. I gritted my teeth. Why would she leave? Did she not know I was standing right there?
As the ship got closer, so did my maximum anticipation levels. I was literally rocking on the balls of my sneakers. My hands started shaking again. I looked like I was. For a second, I thought I was going to lose it, and so did everyone else.
The boat made a truly spectacular landing when it came about four feet from touching the tallest building and stopped. That's right, the flying boat just stopped in mid-air, who would have guessed? And just when things couldn't get any weirder at Camp Jupiter, a random kid was shoved off the side of the boat and landed on the ground without crumpling in pain. And that was at least a 35 foot fall.
When the mysterious kid straightened up, he smiled. He stood there and grinned like he had just gotten home after a long vacation. He was tall and athletic. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his jeans. Though it was hard to see, I swear on the inside of his wrist are markings, markings that identify him from Camp Jupiter. His hair was blonde and looked like it was just styled by a tornado. The color reminded me of gold, or of Annabeth's. That's when the longing hit, almost like a book was thrown, hard, right into my stomach (which trust me, that hurts). It hurt so hard I wanted to cry.
Reyna was having just as hard a time. She spent this whole time still and calculating, also quiet as a mouse. When I glanced at her, I could just see the tears that threatened to spill over her eyes. When the kid got up, I saw her crack a smile. Just a small one but a smile none the less. When he looked up and flashed her a goofy grin, she just stiffened and looked away. He must have been Jason. Jason was obviously trying to catch Reyna's eye, he looked hurt that she was uninterested in him. Instead she looked behind him to the two people who just embarked off the ship in a much more sensible way; a rope ladder.
The two people, who seemed to me to be about my age, were laughing about something. Jason turned around and yelled, "Piper that was so not funny!"
The girl, Piper, just laughed harder. The more she laughed the harder it was not to laugh along with her. Her voice was smooth and silky, it sounded warm. It was beautiful. She was also hard to not stare at. Her lips twisted and she smiled as she laughed. Her smile reached her eyes and made them light up too. When I looked at her eyes I was momentarily entranced. They were the color of grass, or maybe it was the sky. I also thought they looked the color of her hair for just a second. The curls that bounced unevenly on her shoulders were the color of melting chocolate, and it rested about a quarter of the way down her back.
"Wait," I stopped myself," I don't even like brunettes!" I shook my head to clear it, and silently cursed Aphrodite for the temptation.
Words bubbled to my lips. I bit my tongue. I was going to let Reyna talk first, to welcome them then pounce with my questions. I tried to wait but my body responded before my brain could stop it. "Where's Annabeth?" I asked the nervousness and desperation leaking into my voice.
The three teenagers stared at me with shared looks of surprise. "You remember Annabeth?" the dark haired boy, the one with elfin features who sent the warning letter, Leo, questioned.
My eyes answered his question better than my words could have. Piper nervously glanced back to the boat. I took off like a speeding bullet.
The boat was impressive. The upper deck was light, warm, and airy. The lower deck of the boat was dark, and just a little bit damp. I didn't see anyone even though I knew there were at least a dozen people on that ship.
I ran through the winding passageways fast enough to make the wood nymphs back at Camp Half-Blood impressed, passing doors and looking for her name. The halls got darker and the air stiller. My feet barely made a sound on the floor.
My feet skittered to a stop. Down the darkest hall way, the one directly to my right, I heard the unmistakable sound of a girl's gut-wrenching sobs.
Annabeth.
Annabeth
I couldn't control it. The sobs, I mean. They racked my body over and over. The tears just kept coming.
That was the final straw. The last one my mind could take before breaking. A mental picture flashed through my mind. A hero standing alone wrapped in a purple cloak. His green eyes were searching the heavens, looking for me. Everything was perfect, so serene; I would have my hero at last. Back in my arms, back to my lips, holding my heart. That illusion shattered when the heroin came into the picture. Glossy hair and a statuesque figure, bathed in the same purple fabric. He must be hers. Now he wasn't mine.
It had been six months. Six months of him had been taken from me. Six months of picnics, and dances. Six months of dates and jokes. Six months of smiling every time I thought, "Percy Jackson is my boyfriend." Instead I had six months of worrying. Six months of crying, six months of knowing he won't remember me. Six months of knowing that a lot of time had past. Things can change in six months. People change. Just looking at Jason and Piper brought that fact to the front of my mind.
The heavy wooden door creaked. I didn't want visitors; I just wanted to be left to my misery by myself. "Go away Piper! I don't want to talk!" I screamed, my voice cracking in odd places. Another sob doubling me over.
The door shut, but I still heard footsteps across the floorboards. I didn't care anymore. My head had dipped down and pressed against my curled up knees. I gave up.
Tears were silently streaming down my face when I froze. The pair of arms that encircled my shoulders made my body go into immediate panic mode. The arms were way too strong to be Piper's. They were warm, tan, and well muscled. They could only belong to one person.
I turned my head and began to whisper the one word on my lips, the one name. But my lips were silenced with a kiss…