Disclaimer - I don't own Percy Jackson!
Warning - This story will contain slash, no one forces you to read this, if you don't like it then please don't read this.
The beach is always a nice place to just sit, relax and think about things. The dark haired, green eyed boy was staring out at the ocean, watching the sun set. It's been a year since the second Olympian War and he starts to think of everything that's happened since.
Grover was really busy these days because he was now Lord of the Wild. He was still spreading the message of Pan's death out to whoever would listen. The nymphs and satyrs are slowly trying to clean up the mess that humans have created. He was dong really well in his new job. Also, the empathy Link between them has been terminated, due to...umm... private matters on Grover's part.
Rachel had gotten sick of her father, trying to control everything she did. She was moderately happy at Clarion Ladies Academy but telling her that they were gonna move to Britain was the last straw. As the oracle of Delphi, she had to stay close to Camp Half-bood. Of course, her father didn't know this because he was mortal and so she didn't have and argument against him. Eventually, she just packed and ran away. She was now living in the Big House as a full time Oracle.
Thalia was still Lady Artemis's Lieutenant and so Percy didn't see much of her. The Hunters occasionally stopped by at Camp Half-blood every couple of months, but they stayed briefly. However, they've stayed good friends and they both knew that would last.
Nico spends most of his time in the Underworld due to him not having a home on the surface and because he doesn't want to become a year rounder in Camp Half-blood. Hades also usually has a job for him to do, what those jobs were, Percy didn't know. He still came for the summer though, which was a good thing for the boy.
Then there's Annabeth. Annabeth and Percy had started off great, I mean come on they've been looking at the other for around 5 years but it just didn't work out. Annabeth had been the head Architect in the project to rebuild Olympus so that meant that she was always busy. It didn't bother Percy that much because he had been in his sophomore year in Goode High School so he had a lot of work to do. They got together often but I guess it wasn't enough. Annabeth had started to drift further and further away from him. They both knew it wasn't gonna work out, and so they ended things just to week prior to this moment. Percy thought he'd be depressed for a little while but he didn't feel anything at all. However despite their failed relationship, they had stayed best friends and there was nothing awkward or hesitant between them.
Today was just one of those days that make you think back on your life and wonder what if. What if he stayed with Calypso on Ogygia? What if Percy had never decided to take a dip in the Styx? What if he never managed to convince his father to help against the fight with Typhon. What if he never gave the dagger to Lu- he was cut off from his train of thought with another. Luke had sacrificed himself to save Olympus, thereby saving the world. What Rachel had said was correct. He had not been the true hero. Luke had. The blond, battle-scarred boy had saved everyone from complete annihilation. Percy started getting depressed now. He had never really gotten to know Luke. The only good thing he could say about the guy was that he was the first person to welcome him to Camp Half-Blood, yet there was something... intriguing about the sandy haired boy, except Percy couldn't put his finger on it. He'll never know what that was now. Maybe that was a good thing that he and Annabeth broke up because now, he can move on from both of them.
Percy fell asleep where he was sitting, it had been a relaxing, hot day which made everyone feel really tired. That, added to the curse of Achilles and he would be sleeping for a while. The sound of the waves crashing on the sand and the smell of sea salt were the last things he noticed before he went under. He dreamt of Luke– him and Luke sparring for the first time; when Luke sicced a pit scorpion on him; Luke aboard the Princess Andromeda. The memories carried on and on until Percy felt someone shaking him. His eyes blinked open and he saw that it was already ate at night. Someone was leaning over him. Theres was a soft rustling as wings folded into the person's shoes, though Percy just thought he was still asleep. Percy's groggy eyes stayed open for a few more seconds before closing again. The person tried everything he could to wake Percy up but nothing worked, not even dumping cold sea water. Thus was the curse of Achilles, like a wise man once said, 'with great power, comes great need to take a nap.' The person lifted Percy up bridal style, wrapping Percy's arms around his neck for support. He carried Percy towards the Poseidon cabin and luckily, no one saw them. Everyone was fast asleep in their cabins, not even the Harpies were around. Then again, it was an hour after midnight. He contemplated what he was gonna do after he put Percy down, was he gonna wait for him to wake? Or was he gonna go and look for another opportunity to talk to the black haired boy. He opened the door to Cabin 3 and slowly made his way to Percy's bed. He gently placed Percy atop the bed and let go of him but Percy's arms were still locked around his neck.
The person started panicking, 'Crap! This is not good,' he thought. He started to think about the position he was in and thought, heck, at least I won't be able to back away from having to talk to him eventually. He slowly laid down gently next to the sleeping Son of Poseidon and watched him sleep as he got comfortable. Luckily, he was only wearing a T-shirt and sweats and that he had hidden his bag somewhere in the forest.
The last thing Luke thought was, 'Crap! Percy's gonna kill me when he wakes up tomorrow.'