Summary:
Will Percy remember Annabeth? Or will he remember her but will want another girl? This is my version of the reunion, how the Romans and Greeks settle down with each other, and how they fight Gaea.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of the world of Percy Jackson and Greek mythology except the new characters I create and the turns this story takes.
(Annabeth's POV)
Annabeth had never been so restless in her life….ADHD didn't help much either. She just couldn't wait on the deck of the ship Argo II doing nothing but wondering whether she was going to see her seaweed brain or not. Did it seem too good to be true?
Even if he was miraculously at the roman camp, there was still the inevitable question, would he still want to be hers? Did he even remember her? Logic told Annabeth that he did. After all Jason had remembered his past, but what if Percy didn't want to remember her? What if he was happy in the roman camp and had forgotten the joys of Camp half-blood? Or maybe he simply wouldn't remember her because of Hera's cruelty. Yes, Jason had been given his memories back but then Hera didn't have anything against him, did she? Not that Annabeth knew of anyway. Hera seemed to hate Annabeth's very guts. Annabeth knew that erasing Percy's memories to make her suffer was exactly the sort of thing Hera would do.
Or maybe he did remember her, but had found someone else far better. Perhaps, some daughter of Aphrodite? Or maybe another daughter of Athena, Percy had seemed to like her grey eyes.
They had dated for only a month, what would change in eight more months? Annabeth didn't know what to think, which was a completely new experience for her.
Part of her wanted to punch him so hard, but another part of her just wanted to hug him tight and whisper in his ear how much she has missed him.
She sighed as the cool wind blew through her blonde hair. She closed her eyes. Then she opened her eyes as the she heard somebody breathing next to her. She looked into the beautiful but anxious face of Piper.
"Nervous?" she asked.
Annabeth simply shrugged, not trusting her voice. She could understand how Piper felt. There was definitely somebody waiting for Jason at Camp Jupiter. She didn't know how it felt to have fake memories planted in someone's mind, but she guessed it wouldn't feel good. She knew Piper was hurt and confused. Honestly, who wouldn't be?
Love is seriously complicated. Curse Aphrodite.
Piper and Annabeth looked at the ocean, both waiting to see if their love lives were about to get unraveled or a lot more complicated.
(Pagebreak- Percy's POV)
I was sitting on the hill, all alone. Ever since I had drunk the gorgon's blood, memories of my past had been coming back to me in bits and pieces. Now I remembered almost everything, though still some parts were slightly hazy. I remembered how Annabeth kissed me every time I did something stupid, and how she had taken a knife for me. I also remembered her pulling my life string in the river Styx. I shivered. Unfortunately, I didn't have that kind of immunity anymore, though my Achilles'' heel still tingled slightly when touched.
Things were different for me at Camp Jupiter, than it had been in Camp Half-Blood. Neptune was treated differently- with a lot less respect. Sons of Neptune were feared. They were supposed to be an omen of bad luck. Personally, I liked being a son of Poseidon far better than a son of Neptune.
I sighed. In a while I would be seeing her once again. Nobody was sure when the Greek ship would land but I could tell it was getting closer and would be here soon.
There was a question that definitely lingered in my mind. I wasn't sure if I loved her anymore. I did miss her, but did I feel the same way I had felt about her before all this rubbish had happened? I wasn't even sure whether I wanted Annabeth to know that I remembered everything. Maybe it was better for us- at least for me- to see her again and decide whether I still loved her. Heck, I could die for her…but I wasn't sure if I felt sisterly or the other way.
I remembered Aphrodite telling me that she was going to make it extra difficult for me at the romance department, just because she liked me. I still remembered Calypso. How I'd thought that she would be the biggest what if of my life. In a way I still found that true. What if I actually had stayed in that island with her? Forever, just like she has asked me to? Sure, I would have missed everybody but then I could have escaped the prophecy. I could have escaped battling Gaea, but now it was impossible to avoid, I had to fight that earth goddess.
What about Reyna? No, I didn't feel anything for her, definitely not. What about her and Jason? Reyna didn't feel anything much for Jason, did she? After all, she had expressed her interest in me. Had maybe Jason and Annabeth gotten together? I had disappeared for eight months, what kind of boyfriend does that? I had to admit the idea of Jason with Annabeth did make me feel jealous. I was pretty sure there was something in me for her, but it was hard to establish my feelings firmly in the dark. I hadn't seen her for eight entire months.
I sat there dreaming of her stormy grey eyes, the way they pierced through you, giving you the feeling that you were going through some exam of hers. I had always loved the way she looked while she was sleeping and the way she laughed when I did something idiotic. I also remembered the moment when Annabeth had thought I was dead for almost two weeks. I'd seen her then. Her eyes had been red and her face had looked hollow and gaunt. Of course, she still looked beautiful but it had been like she was lifeless. That memory haunted me till this moment.
I didn't want Annabeth to think I'd left her like Luke had. My instinct was telling me, a part of Annabeth would always love Luke. Whether like a brother or not, I wasn't so sure.
Annabeth wasn't the only thing I missed from my past life with the Greeks. There was Grover, the new Pan. He had always been there for me. There was Chiron, Nico, Thalia and even Clarisse. Though sometimes, I just missed the strawberry fields or, Mr. D cursing at some new camper, always managing to remember to forget the camper's name.
Peter Johnson and Annabelle.I chuckled.
There's going to be a hell lot of drama once the Greek ship docks in…
And with that thought I closed my eyes, trying to get some peace, since it seemed so hard to get. Whether it was the Titans or Gaea or just my thoughts…there was always some disturbing piece of trouble waiting for me somewhere.
Hey, so this is my very first fan fiction story. How is it? Good or bad? Feel free to put anything in your review, I like to improve myself : )