Oh my chaos!

Howdy guys! JAF here with the promised start to the new and upcomin' story, Long Awaited! *fanfare plays*

First off, I want to thank everyone who came here from either A Strange Longing or A Odd Longing, you guys are amazin' and I love y'all. Secondly, I welcome everyone who didn't come here from those fics and give you a big welcome! WELCOME!

Anyhow, y'all probably don't want to hear me yak on and on, so let's get to the nitty-gritty – and the summary!

There are elements of same gender relationships within the following fiction, including, but not limited to, boyxboy. If you have a problem with this, I suggest you leave now. Homophobic language or comments will not be tolerated in any way, shape, or form. Any such comments will be blocked with a slightly sadistic smile and sword of vengeance. Thank you for your time!

Summary: Peter never expected to meet Percy. Percy barely hoped to ever find Peter. In a twist of fate, or maybe just by chance, they both find themselves at Camp Half-Blood. A centuries long game is coming to a close, and not everyone will make it out in one piece. Can they get to their long awaited ending? Or will everything crumble to ash?

Ooh, what could this mysterious game be? Why has it been goin' on for centuries? Why would everything crumble to ash?

Read on, and find out!

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson or Spider-Man, all rights go to their respective owners. I merely own my own thoughts, ideas, and imagination. Thank you for understanding.

Chapter One: Gossip and Encounters

Peter was 98.7% sure that MJ's idea was going to crash and burn.

It wasn't that it was necessarily a bad idea, – after all, it wouldn't be the first time she had sneaked him into Camp – but it would be first time she had done so since he remembered. It would also be his first time to Camp since the while 'Second Giant War' thing last year, and there were going to be campers from both Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter.

Which was why MJ thought it would be a good time to sneak him in. With so many people from two different camps, no one would think twice at Peter's 'sudden reappearance' and ask too many questions.

In theory, that is.

There was a lot that could go wrong, as Gwen was fond of reminding them, but MJ was determined. Which meant nothing save the end of the world (and maybe not even that) would stop her. She argued that it had been years since Peter had been to Camp, and with the confusion from the first inter-camp mingling (or whatever was going on), no one would think twice if they didn't recognize Peter. He could easily be someone from the other camp.

And, Peter silently admitted to himself, he might – might – just get to meet –

Stop that, Peter scolded himself. You're going to Camp to support MJ and Gwen and brush up on your training. Not to meet some dream boy... literally. Besides, its not like he'd even know who you are. We've never met before.

Which was true. By some strange coincidence, every time MJ had sneaked Peter into Camp, he'd never once met or even seen one Percy Jackson. That's not to say that he didn't hear of him. The campers were all notorious gossips.

It was one of the things that reminded Peter of a school whenever he was at Camp. The gossip. No matter what happened or who it happened to, if it was anything even remotely noteworthy, then the rest of the camp would know my the end of the day. Even things that happened outside of Camp seemed to become common knowledge unless carefully hidden away.

It boggled Peter's mind how much drama went on at a camp for demigods. Though, really, it probably shouldn't. Pretty much everyone at Camp was either a teenager or younger, so it shouldn't really be a surprise. MJ was always bringing Peter up on the latest gossip at Camp. Just last week, she'd been telling him about the gossip he'd missed.

Apparently, Travis and Katie was finally going steady or whatever a serious relationship was called these days. (MJ was happy for her friends, Peter was just relieved he didn't have to listen to Connor bemoan about Travis taking his sweet time asking the girl out.) Will Solace, her paternal half-brother, and Nico di Angelo were no longer dancing around each other and dating ("Fucking finally!" MJ groaned when she told him, Peter discreetly swallowed three Advil. He had a feeling this was going to take a while (it did.))

Sherman Yang was the new counselor for the Ares Cabin now that Clarisse La Rue was going to collage in the University of Arizona. Leo Valdez, one of the Seven, had returned a few months ago ("So why am I learning about this now?" Peter had asked. MJ dismissed the question and continued) with his girlfriend, an ex-Titaness named Calypso. He was now the counselor for the Hephaestus Cabin. The thing that had the whole camp in a tizzy, though, was that there was a rumor going around that Camp's golden couple – or 'Percabeth' as the Aphrodite Cabin called them – had broken up over the school year. No one was sure why they had broken up, she told him, but apparently one of the Aphrodite campers overheard Piper and Annabeth–

Darn it. He'd been doing such a good job not thinking about it! It didn't concern him in any way, whatsoever, if Percy and Annabeth broke up. He wasn't friends with either of them!

Which was probably a good thing, since MJ seemed to have something against Annabeth. It might have something to do with her and Gwen's own break-up, (though they were still friends, and it wasn't weird between them, they just didn't work out) but Peter wasn't sure...

Anyway, whatever had happened over the school-year between the two wasn't any of his business. Or anyone else's, but he couldn't do anything about the camp gossip. But least of all his.

After all, he and Percy Jackson had never met, and probably never will.

Percy had a feeling he might regret going to Camp.

Don't get him wrong, he loved Camp and everything that came with it, but sometimes... Well, sometimes it felt like he was still in high-school (and damn it if it didn't feel good so say he was finally done with that). With all the gossip that flew around Camp, he shouldn't really have been as surprised as he was that everyone at Camp seemed to know about him and Annabeth.

Yet he couldn't help, but feel relieved that it was over.

He'd told Annabeth the truth, about the strange voice he'd heard and the boy he'd seen when he walked into the Styx. About how he could only remember a name, Peter when he woke up at the Wolf House and the strange feelings he had. He confessed to everything.

Annabeth took it surprisingly well. She didn't bat an eye when he told her about, well any of it. She listened as he admitted everything, and when he was done she just... smiled sadly and told him that she wasn't surprised. She'd always thought that there was something bothering him, whenever they were together. She didn't fault him for anything, and that relieved Percy. He told her, quietly, that he did love her, he just...

She narrowed her eyes when Percy told her about that strange longing when he thought about Peter. She muttered to herself about something, but refused to tell him, just saying she had to brush up on some reading. Which was basically Annabeth Speak for I'm-going-to-look-through-a-gigaton-of-ancient-books-to-try-and-find-out-whatever-the-heck-is-wrong-with-you.

Annabeth Chase was, without a doubt, the most awesome friend/ex-girlfriend anyone could have.

Back to the present, though, Percy was currently unpacking in the Poseidon Cabin. He'd met about six different people who'd gave him their condolences about his and Annabeth's break up, and practically everyone at Camp had given him sympathetic looks. Honestly, he was seriously considering skipping dinner and just going to bed early, but he figured that might just concern the other campers more so he decided to just suck it up.

He turned and opened the door to leave, not even taking a step outside when a thrill ran down his spine. Suddenly every one of his senses were on alert, the hairs on his arms stood up and something began to tug at his insides, drawing his attention to his right and...

Everything seemed to slow down yet speed up at the same time. It was as though his ADHD kicked into overdrive yet stop altogether. Little details stood out, and his focus centered around...

There's a story.

It was him.

A story about two strangers, who should have never met.

Soft brown hair in an eternal rat's nest, as though he just rolled out of bed; a little on the short side, maybe an inch shorter then Annabeth; pale skin with a splash of freckles across the nose; wearing a slightly too large Camp Half-Blood T-Shirt and jeans.

And yet they did.

There wasn't anyone else it could be.

One a warrior, far from home; the other a thief, wanting something more.

That old familiar longing returned, the tugging in his chest stronger then before.

Neither expected anything from the other, neither thought much of it.

A pretty redhead pulled him along, another equally beautiful blonde laughed at them.

Lingering looks, lasting touches, and an old story long forgotten.

The boy's head raised, as though he knew he was being watched.

They say that there's a story.

And the most stunning pair of hazel eyes Percy had ever seen with little flecks of green and gold met with brilliant sea green.

One about souls ripped in two and searching for the other half.

A shudder ran down twin spines, breath catching twice and eyes locked.

Two lives, two threads, suddenly entwined.

Sound drowned out, light sharpened, and every brush of the wind intensified.

An epic tale to catch a goddess' attention.

A single thought, echoed twice.

Though long forgotten to mortals.

A throw of the dice, a destined thread; chance or fate?

Mayhap a demigod may know?

Time sped up and slowed down, returning to its normal pace.

Bodies flooded his vision suddenly, and Percy lost sight of the boy, suddenly realizing that he had left his cabin and was now standing near the volleyball court. He glanced around, searching for even a glimpse of what – who – he thought he saw.

There was nothing, no sign of him anywhere. Had he imagined him?

A throw of the dice, a destined thread; chance or fate?

Percy rubbed a hand down his face, he was probably imagining things, he hadn't slept all that well the night before. He was just tired, that's all, there was no strange dream boy here.

The demigod sighed, shoulders slouching as he trudged back to his cabin. He decided that he wasn't going to dinner after all.

A centuries long game must come to an end.

Peter followed MJ and Gwen blindly through the crowd of campers. His head felt like it was stuffed with cotton and every one of his senses were on high alert. Everything felt too much and yet too little. Something inside him screamed to go back and to find. A tugging in his chest wanted him to turn around.

What had happened back there? He recognized the boy as the one he'd saved two years ago, during the Second Titan War and from...

It dawned on Peter that the boy he saved that day and the one from his blackouts were the same person. Which meant that he had saved Percy's life. That that strange feeling of terror that made his hands move without his realizing and the odd longing were for the same person.

But why?

Peter glanced over his shoulder, hoping to catch a glimpse of the dark-haired teen. He didn't see him so Peter forced himself to focus on MJ and Gwen as they excitedly talked about everything they wanted to do before summer's end. He had to forget about what happened, about his blackouts and odd feelings and most of all, he had to forget about Percy Jackson.

Besides, what were the odds that they would actually run into each other again?

A warrior and thief, ne'er to meet.

Against the odds, they shall beat.

Through the lands of Rome,

And ever they shall roam.

A goddess to keep entertained

A wicked game they must play.

So cursed three times, they must prove

That their love shall ever prove true.

Bun-bun-BUN!

Ooh, rhyming words! What could this mean?

So, what did you think? Like it, hate it? What to know what in the Chaos I'm doin'? Leave a review if you want!

To be honest, I didn't even know where I was goin' with that endin' at first, so it went through a few changes before I settled on this. Now, I'm mildly sure where I want to go with this, but there won't be a specific update schedule. Chapters will be posted as they're completed, which could take a while, but will be done. I don't know how long this fic will be, but I'm goin' for at least then chapters. It depends on what happens.

Also! For those who read A Odd Longing, I am here to reward your patients! If you didn't, well you get to know what's up anyway!

I bring you, the lovely readers of this fanfiction, the Universe name for A Strange Longing, A Odd Longing and this fic, Long Awaited! I bring you: the ThreeLives'verse! *throws confetti in the air *

Can't wait to see how many people figure out what's goin' on with this fic from that alone.

Well, on to the questions!

Peter and Percy have (sort of) met, and sparks are flying! What could these feelings be? Why are these two strangers reacting in such a way to the other? What's Annabeth looking for? What's this about a centuries long game coming to an end? What goddess needs to be entertained, and why? What's up with the rhymes, and what's this about a curse?

Maybe will gets some answers next time in... Chapter Two: Greetings and Meetings!

So, until next time my fine, furry friends! -JAF logging out!