Like a truly devoted Percy Jackson fan, I loved the Son of Neptune and was sorely frustrated by the awful cliffhanger! So this is what I did to vent my anger. Enjoy to your own discretion.
May I also say that all original characters and wisecracking humor belongs to Rick Riordan.
Forgotten
My name is Percy Jackson.
It was the only thing he remembered when he had first awoken with the wolves, the only thing he was sure of. And when the entire contents of your memory are erased, being able to know your name actually means a lot.
Being able to remember someone else's means even more.
Annabeth.
The name teased him, taunted him. Not a day went by that he didn't wonder who she was, and why he remembered her, and why she was important to him. He must have loved her, because why else would her name by so fermented in his mind? If only he could remember . . .
Annabeth.
And then he did. Suddenly Percy Jackson was a person, not just a name without any meaning behind it. He was the son of the sea god. His mother was Sally Jackson. He was almost seventeen years old, though he wasn't supposed to make it past sixteen. Percy remembered all the little things he wasn't supposed to do or be, but was anyway.
Annabeth.
How could he have ever forgotten her? As his memories gradually trickled into his mind, every single moment he had spent with her swelled until it was all he could think about. Her golden hair that always had the perfect amount of curly tendrils; the way her eyes could range from a storming sky to the color of the sea before the sun rises. All at once, Percy became overwhelmed with the feeling of missing her. It did not feel right to be without her, always there to have his back and remind him when he was being dumb. Like a missing limb or a misplaced item. He had his memories now, but couldn't help feel the weight of all the days he lost while he was gone.
"You would never forget me, would you, Seaweed Brain?" The last words Annabeth ever said to him the night before he disappeared. It simply seemed ironic now. Percy felt a sense of accomplishment using the word; Annabeth would've been proud. Will be proud.
When the message from Leo came, alerting Camp Jupiter about their arrival, Percy swore his heart jumped at about a million miles a second. It almost seemed unreal. A trick of the Fate's. Some small, rogue (another word he had learned from Annabeth) part of his mind had started to believe that he would never be able to have that part of his life again. Knowing that in a few, short minutes, he would be able to see his family again was almost too much for Percy's fatigued mind to handle. It had been so long.
The golden dragon ship came closer, and suddenly Percy began to be afraid. What if Annabeth had moved on in the eight months he had disappeared? What if she wasn't there at all? But she would be on that ship. Somehow, Percy just knew. It was the surest thing in his mind since he had woken up with his name.
Five minutes passed. Eight minutes. The dragon ship inched closer and closer, sunlight glinting white off its gold surface. Percy saw a flash of yellow hair, though when the person turned around, it was turned out to be a boy with a spiky crop, similar to the style of the other Roman demigods. He was the complete opposite of Percy and his dark mop. This the guy Hera chose to switch me with? Jason … something. Percy tried to remember the name of the boy, but could not. This bothered Percy, for some reason; he felt that it was an important thing to know.
As the ship closed into the dock, time seemed to stand still. Slowly, the kids on board descended from the dock: Jason, Leo, and a dark haired girl Percy thought was named Piper. He did not really notice them; he was watching the girl after. Though they were still a distance away, Percy could see her so clearly he thought he could count each curl on her head. The memory of the first moment they met flooded into his mind. She still looked like a princess. Percy hoped he didn't drool anymore.
"Percy," he heard.
He looked up, and suddenly she was there: Annabeth looking at him with such a face that he did not know if she wanted to punch him or kiss him or something else much more dangerous. It made all the worries in his mind dissipate, because only his Annabeth could glare at him like this. Percy's whole body felt lighter, as if there had been a weight on him that he hadn't know was there. It felt more relieving than when he had let go of the sky.
"Do I know you?" he asked with a completely serious expression.
The girl's hope fell—Percy thought he heard her heart dropping—and her gray eyes began to flicker with tears.
"You … you can't have forgotten," she cried, "You were supposed to remember. You promised you wouldn't forget."
Unable to control himself any longer, Percy pulled her into his arms gently and whispered, "I could never forget you, Annabeth."