I was so excited to get this story rolling, that I decided to write and post chapter two along with chapter one! I hope that you all… find this chapter likeable in some way or another. The story ties together in the end, I promise. I'm trying not to spoil it for you already, so I'll stop writing this now.
Disclaimer: I am not Rick Riordan. I didn't not create any characters mentioned in this story. The original plot line belongs to him.
Holy Hades, Percy thought to himself.
His girlfriend, who he could hardly remember, was most likely on the warship approaching him and the Romans.
Panic welled up inside him. Not to mention the guilt that weighed down his every step. He had a girl friend who he couldn't remember a single thing about – he didn't even know her name! Talk about the worst boyfriend ever.
He could only hope that when he laid eyes on her, his memories would return in the blink of an idea.
Percy would do anything to remember her at the most. With the memories of her, well, maybe he could slowly start to remember his old life.
The ship grew closer with caution. This moment was make it or break it. The Romans would decide whether or not to attack, most likely depending on whether Jason was on board. But one look at Reyna, and Percy could guess that the male that wore a toga and purple cloak was Jason, their praetor.
He tried to push away the uneasiness that filled him, but it wasn't easy. The warship, the Argo ll, was just that – a warship.
Percy guessed that it was moving as slow as it possibly could.
As it approached, Percy could barely make out the top of several heads, four maybe five, but one stood out in particular. A blonde, with curly locks that flowed past her shoulders. And even though Percy couldn't see her face, he knew in an instant who it was.
The girl, his girlfriend, was on that ship. Coming into Roman territory. On a giant warship.
His heart leapt up into his throat.
He could hardly hear her shouting commands, something about stopping the ship even though they were still a good ways in the air.
Without knowing why, a smile crept onto his face.
Percy watched as the demigods climbed down a ladder about twenty yards ahead of him. It was hard to see past the sea of demigods, but not impossible.
Reyna made her way toward those departing from the Argo ll before Percy could will himself to take a single step toward them.
Some praetor, He thought to himself.
He finally forced himself to join Reyna in front of the entire crowd of Roman demigods.
But when he was close enough to make out the features of a certain blonde past Reyna's shoulder; he stopped dead in his tracks.
This was it. This was where all his memories came flowing back with ease. Like they were never really taken in the first place.
Only, that wasn't what happened.
His heart sank with disappointment in himself. He couldn't have felt worse in that moment.
Here she was, racing toward him without the slightest bit of hesitation, pushing past a bewildered Reyna with the largest smile on her face. While Percy stood there, conflicted. His mouth pulled up in a slightly sarcastic but all over ecstatic smile while his brows furrowed together in confusion.
Apparently, the girl didn't notice, or didn't care in the moment, and charged at him. When she reached him, she sprung up and wrapped her arms around his neck. And in a reflex Percy didn't understand, his arms wrapped around her waist.
She was leaning up and before he knew it – she was kissing him with such force that Percy wouldn't dare pull away.
Percy stood there completely still. What was he supposed to do?
She pulled back when she seemed to realize this. Staring wide eyed at Percy whose cheeks were tainted with the slightest bit of pink until her grin fell into a gloomy expression. In the matter of a second, Percy could see tears forming behind her lashes.
Just when he thought he couldn't feel any worse.
Her gaze immediately went to his hair, searching for the grey streak that stained it. Her heart sank even deeper when she came to the realization that it wasn't there anymore. It, just like Percy's memories, had faded. Their, what Annabeth liked to call 'special bond', had vanished.
As Percy opened his mouth to say something, tears streamed against her pale face – against her will.
"Hey – Hey," Percy said, raising his hands and waving them frantically. "Don't cry! I – uh – I…" What was he supposed to do? What was he supposed to say?
"Percy – "Her voice hitched, but she forced herself to continue. "You – You don't remember me… Do you?"
She stared at him for a long moment, waiting for an answer that she didn't need or want.
"You have… You have to remember me!" She stuttered, not bothering to hide the tears that streaked down her cheeks.
She was backing up, slowly, but still backing up. Percy wanted desperately to reach out to her – to tell her he did remember her. But he couldn't because he didn't.
The hope had vanished from her eyes, like it was never there. She was ready to turn, ready to run, when Percy's hand caught her wrist.
For the tiniest of seconds, Annabeth felt a warm, hopeful feeling surge through her, blocking any sadness that dared seep through. But it was washed away before she could relish in it. Because Percy was staring at her with the saddest of expressions, like he himself was on the verge of tears.
"Listen – Uh – " Percy started, but let a slim sigh pass his lips. Annabeth couldn't make out whether it was filled with content, sadness, hopelessness, or just exhaustion. He stopped talking for a moment, his eyes flicked to the crowd around them. Everyone had their eyes glued to the couple. Like that helped any.
He didn't say anything for a while, what seemed like hundreds of emotions flickered across his face.
And when he finally spoke up – Annabeth thought she could melt into the ground.
"Annabeth-"He said.
Sorry to leave on a cliff hanger. Let me know your opinions on whether I should continue this. I had some pretty great ideas, but I want to hear some responses first.
