As she sailed over the skies on the Argo II, Annabeth felt the writhing ball of anxiety grow with in her. She was hours, no, minutes away from seeing Percy. Any one of her fears could come true. What if he doesn't remember who I am? she thought. Or worse, what if he does remember me and does't want me anymore? What if he has someone else?

Annabeth tried to ignore the negative thoughts, but to no avail. They were making her feel sick with anxiety, and teamed with the roiling Argo II, it was a deadly combination (Who knew flying boats movement could be so similar to actual boats?).

Desperate for a distraction, Annabeth clung to a memory, her last memory of Percy. It was almost a year old, but it hadn't faded. She still remembered every detail. Annabeth turned to Leo "I'm going to take a quick nap in my room" she told him. He nodded, understanding that she wanted privacy. "I'll wake you when we are about to arrive" He replied, knowing he wouldn't have to wake her.

Annabeth nodded silently and made her way to the private cabin that she had been assigned. She slowly opened the door to the cosy room. She had a desk that took up most of the back half of the room, which was covered in scrolls, compasses and maps. Also, there were books on Ancient Roman mythology (not that she didn't know most of it already) and Roman battle tactics. She had to admit, upon reading the Roman discipline and organization, she was impressed. Being the daughter of Athena, Goddess of Wisdom and Battle Tactic, Annabeth was intrigued by the romans and was certain she could learn useful information from them. That was assuming they did not kill her on sight, which seemed to be another characteristic of the Romans. Next to that was her architecture book. The same one she had brought on her first quest with Percy. She smiled as she remembered his face screwed up in concentration as he tried to read the title.

Percy. She looked over at the other half of the room, where a small bed was pushed up against the wall. She looked at the two photos she had brought with her. One was of her with her dad, step-mother and two half brothers. She smiled happily at the camera, finally feeling accepted by his new family. Her family.

The second hurt to look at. It had been taken after the battle with Kronos. Nobody looked particularly happy, many people weren't even looking at the camera. Everybody was bloody, bruised and looked like they had been dragged through the dirt (which they probably had.). But the photo took her breath away. Grover stared into the camera sadly, looking as though he had aged ten years. Annabeth herself was sitting up, looking comically concerned for Nico, who was passed out on the floor in an uncomfortable looking position. Connor Stoll was in the corner, admiring an iPhone he stole. While everyone else looked beaten and broken, yet victorious, Percy shone with an inner light. Annabeth wasn't sure if it was because of the Curse of Achilles, or simply because he had always had an inner light, a loyalty to his friends and family that was so powerful it radiated off him. His fatal flaw. The part that took her breath away was the look in his eyes. He was standing behind her, to the side, and the expression on his face was intense.

He stared into the camera with a fierce look in his eyes.. she could almost imagine him as a gladiator, fighting for freedom. She saw the passion in his eyes, an expression she'd seen on him one other time...that night.

A/N: Who wants more?! Please R&R!