Hey guys, thank you to those who reviewed/followed/favourited. I really appreciate it. The bold words in brackets are there to show what was going on with Percy and the rest of the 7 while Sally was having these thoughts. Sorry this took so long to post!

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Thank you and here is chapter 2!

(Percy and the rest of the 7 are on Argo 2 together.)

Sally POV

Percy was missing.

I didn't think one single sentence could cause a person this much pain.

I didn't know words could have the power to physically and emotionally hurt you, but they could and they did.

Percy was missing, and so was Annabeth.

Annabeth who was the first to visit me when Percy went missing.

Annabeth who came every week to cry with me, talk with me, help me.

Annabeth who had sworn to me she would find Percy and bring him back home.

I had to hope she was missing because she had found him, and it was taking a while to get home or that maybe they were spending time together, but I knew better than to think that. They were on a quest or fighting a battle. Doing something for the Gods who couldn't seem to solve their own problems or fight their own wars. The Gods who couldn't seem to leave my son alone.

But no matter how bad my thoughts could get, I couldn't bring myself to consider another possibility. A possibly worse than wars and quests. That Percy was not coming home. That he would never be coming home. That he was de- no. Percy was fine. He and Annabeth were fine. They would be coming home soon. They had to be.

( Annabeth and Percy are in Tartarus)

Night time was the worst. Nothing to distract me from myself. I could brood, sleeplessly, for hours on end. Never able to escape the torturous labyrinth of my own thoughts. It was exhausting. But never exhausting enough to force my body to shut down. To sleep.

(Percy and Annabeth have escaped Tartarus and are now fighting against Gaia)

Had Percy not done enough for the universe? Had he not done enough good, saved enough lives, suffered enough? What on earth had possessed the Gods or the Fates to do this to him. To me.

(The war is over)

It was the middle of the night, during one of my ruts, where I couldn't seem to stop thinking, that the doorbell rang. Who would possibly be visiting Paul and I at this hour? It could be – no. It isn't Percy or Annabeth. Don't get your hopes up only to have them come crashing down around you. I sensed Paul struggling to get out of the bed next to me.

"No, honey. I'll get it." I said. It wasn't like I was planning on sleeping anyway.

I slowly padded through our apartment to the front door. I couldn't seem to do anything quickly these days. The doorbell was rung again. There was only one person I knew who was that impation. Per-no. No it isn't Percy. It is not Percy. It is not -

"Mom?" But he wouldn't have needed to say anything. I would recognise him anywhere. But he had changed. He looked hardened, almost world weary. He was taller and gaunter having a starved look to him. And his eyes. They said that they had seen things, done things that no one should. He was littered with scars. So, yes. He had changed. But, he was my boy. He would always be my boy, no matter what. The walls I had built around myself for the past year came crashing down. A flurry of emotions swirled through me. Relief, sadness, happiness, anger, frustration, joy, exhaustion, and love. Always love. He and Annabeth were home. They were finally safe.

My breath hitched as I enveloped him in a hug, shaking as I pinched myself to make sure this was not some cruel illusion or dream.

"Percy." I whispered. "You're home."

It was that night I realised I was not the only one who couldn't sleep. I had hastily woken Paul up, and we had listened as Percy and Annabeth tried to tell us exactly what had happened. I could tell they weren't telling us everything, in fact they had barely told us anything. They were dead on their feet.

"Why don't you two go to sleep. Percy go to your room and Annabeth you can sleep in the guest room, okay?" I was shocked to see a look almost like panic flash through both of their eyes as they started rapidly conversing in greek. Percy and Annabeth must have reached a decision as they looked back at a confused Paul and I.

"Yes mum. Hey mum?" Percy asked in a small voice. "Do you have any nightlights?"

Nightlights? Since when did Percy use nightlights? I didn't let my shock show, however. I could tell how asking me had embarassed him.

"Of course honey." I replied in what I hoped was a normal, conversational tone. I went off to search for a nighlight, my head spinning. What had happened to Percy to make him and Annabeth need a nightlight? I finally managed to dig one out of an old, musty box I had not opened in years. I went to give it to Percy and Annabeth, pretending not to notice their tense posture.
"I could only find one." I said, hoping that wouldn't be a problem. Again the flash of panic returned.

"Annabeth can have it." Percy said quietly.

Annabeth began to protest but Percy cut her off.
"You need it just as much. if not more than I do." He swallowed. "take it."
Annabeth stared at him with scrutenising eyes. "Thank you." She whispered, taking the nightlight and hugging me goodnight.

I watched them go their seperate ways. Annabeth into the guest room, Percy into his. They seemed nervous. Anxious. Eventually going into their seperate rooms. I heard 2 locks click into place. Something had happened to those two. Percy hated locking his door. Confused but still extremely relieved I went back to bed. Ready to enjoy my first good nights sleep in a year.

It felt like my head had only just hit the pillow when the shouting started.

"Percy!" A scream. Annabeth's scream, rang out. "Percy, no please, I'm sorry. Where did you go, why did you leave me? No, please. Don't hurt him. STOP HURTING HIM!" I leaped out of bed and tried to tug Annabeth's door open when someone moved me out the way. I looked up to see a determined Percy kick the door down and run to a thrashing Annabeth.

"No. No! NO! Stop hurting him. Please give him back, where is he? Percy, where are you?" Annabeth's pain filled screams started again. Percy ran up to her, sat in her bed and pulled her into his lap. He was trying to whisper things to her but the screaming was so loud he almost had to shout to be heard over her.

"Shh, no Annabeth it's okay. We escaped. I'm alive. You're alive. I would never leave you. I love you. Shh." Percy said this over and over to her until Annabeth woke up and started to sob into his shoulder.

"Percy, I can't. Not on my own. Not just yet." Annabeth said, silent tears still running down her face.

"I know, me too Wise Girl." And with that, Percy got into Annabeth's bed and lay down..

Pulling her closer to him, he whispered, "Come here. We'll fight off the nightmares together."

"I love you Percy." Annabeth murmured, comforted that Percy was next to her. That Percy was okay.

"I love you too, Annabeth." Percy whispered back, kissing the top of her head.

I stayed in that doorway for a while, watching as my son and Annabeth fell asleep. Comforting each other. They really did love each other. So, I didn't say a word when Annabeth walked with Percy into his room the next night. I knew that was what the both needed, and I hoped that together, they would heal. Because together, Percy and Annabeth could do anything.

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