Hey, so at the end of The Son of Neptune, I would have preferred just one more chapter. And here it is. A reminder, the last sentence of the last chapter is "Let's go meet my other family."
Final Chapter
Percy
"Go find her, brother," Tyson told him seriously. A thick crowd had gathered around the square. "She will be waiting." To the crowd of Roman demigods, legacies, and Lares, he yelled at the top of his lungs:
"Make way for the Praetor! Let him through!" While those close-by tried their best to squish into the people beside them, it didn't make it that much easier for Percy to shove, weave, and yell his way away from his new friends, close enough to the ship to see the four people running around on the deck of the Argo II. A boy with black curly hair giving orders. A girl, Native American-looking, flitting around the deck, talking to the others, waving at the crowd below. Another boy, tall, with bright blonde hair and eyes so blue, Percy could see their color from here. And... one more person, blonde hair in a braid instead of it's customary ponytail, a blue baseball cap that Percy knew had the Yankees symbol on it stuffed in the back pocket of her jeans, the glint of bronze from her sleeve, her cursed knife. She really was here. He felt a hand on his shoulder and jumped. It was Frank, dragging Hazel by the hand. Of course it would be easy for Frank, with his immense size, to push through the crowd to find him.
"Hey," Percy said.
"Hey, yourself," Frank seemed a little nervous. "You ready for this?" he asked. Percy smiled.
"Of course. I've waited long enough, don't you think?"
"Definitely."
A ramp was starting to be winched down by the time the three of them got to the edge of the crowd. The other girl was standing next to her as she worked one side of the winch, obviously trying to calm her down.
Right, thought Percy. She probably doesn't know that I remember her. He immediately felt a huge weight of guilt settle on his shoulders. She must be so scared that I'll have another girlfriend. Percy watched her carefully, making sure every angle of her face was exactly the same. There were a few worry lines budding between her eyebrows, he would have to find a way to smooth those out.
Seeming to sense his gaze, those fascinating gray eyes searched, swept the throng, locked onto him. They asked a question, but Percy couldn't answer with just a look.
"Annabeth!" Her eyes shined in reaction to that one word. She handed the winch handle to her companion, who smiled and gave her a little nudge.
"Percy!" she shouted, using every molecule of her being to propel herself across the half-lowered gangway. She flung herself off the edge, straight into where she was meant to be: with Percy. He steadied her, laughing, then held her as close as he could. Everything else faded. Annabeth was sobbing, shaking, and Percy realized she wasn't the only one.
"Annabeth. Are you alright?" he murmured.
"Percy. You—you know who I am?" Annabeth looked up into the pure blue-green eyes she loved so much. Percy, likewise, found the captivating gray depths of Annabeth's eyes.
"I couldn't forget you if I was drank from the Lethe. I missed you, Wise Girl."
"I missed you, too, Seaweed Brain. But we are together now."
