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Review Answers (I figured it'd be nice to answer my review to the people who were so awesome to give them no matter what they contained. Thank you so much for reviewing! Your remarks helped me out a lot.:

Sunnysocks: Yup it is actually, I really love the idea of them being together but I wanted to focus on different scenarios on how they would meet. They are just so fun together and there could be so many ways for them to meet. It is a ton of fun to come up with different ways, happy, sad, cute or whatever others.

Guest: my first thought was to indeed as you suggested have a new threat come in. However I had so many how they meet in my mind I really needed to get them out. I mean It would be odd to make a ton of stories with the same plot. What I may wind up doing it have every vote on a few favorites and write different stories on them. I just have so many ideas I have no idea what to go with.

Pertemis for eternity: I'm glad you like it. I was actually afraid people wouldn't like this drabble (I think that's what it is called right?) of stories.

Guest: I actually really like my idea, while you say it is lame and the exact same as any other I do agree but if you think about it there are a million stories. There has to be something similar somewhere right? Anyway, this is not a story to be exact it's just their different meetings through his different lifetimes. I do hope you enjoy them a bit more though.

Soldier's Welcome Home

A knock on her door caused her to tense. They scared her now, knocking. With her best friend in war she was terrified of the letter that might come one day. She was a goddess yes but she lived a mortal life too outside of the hunters. Her Guardian had been drafted two years ago before they got to meet in this life time of his. But they did meet eyes once, he had to board the plane before they could run to each other in relief. He had dug into his pocket throwing a well aimed key in her direction. She caught it with ease and after he left went to his apartment where she waited and had been since. Only leaving to go shopping or visit her hunters. Eventually the knocking stopped and she peeked out the window to see a drunk male wondering off and rolled her eyes in annoyance. He had gotten the wrong place, stupid men.

The auburn haired female bit her lip softly grasping the locket around her neck. It was in a shape of a crescent moon. It was important to her, one of her most prized possessions. Clicking it open she smiled fondly at the grinning faces of the goddess of the moon and her guardian. They had gone to a mortal party, a rave was what the humans called it. The flashing lights in the background and the cups in their hands half full of water, neither of them drank (except a bit of red whine on occasion at night). Her hair was a bit messed up but that was Perseus' fault as he had ruffled it before the picture was taken. Her silver eyes were shining in the multicolored lights they seemed to have a rainbow of the colors in them from how the reflection. Perseus' sea green eyes were also shining with more happiness then he had in while he was normally pretty emotionless. His black hair was sticking up all over the place, her fault she had purposely made it stick up. The picture was taken only months before he was killed, he had given the locket to her in his dying moments with a promise of meeting again soon.

She shuddered at the memory of her Guardian and best friend dying in front of her, and she unable to do anything at all. The soft gasps of pain and twitching of his usually strong body as it jerked trying to heal and function from the blades that had slashed and pierced it. She could still hear the gargling of blood in his throat as he choked and sputtered trying to speak even though she had told him not to. She tried to block out the final shudders of his chest before it stilled his oddly cold hand falling limp to the ground. Her silver dress covered in blood, his blood. She remembered screaming herself hoarse and fighting her twin as she struggled to get back to his body. She watched as it was picked up and prepared before burned, the ashes spread on the sea he loved so much at night time. She didn't sleep for months unable to get those horrible images out of her brain. The still plagued her memories.

A soft sigh as she sat heavily on the couch braiding a section of her hair absentmindedly, a habit she had picked up from on of her hunters, before clicking the television on, she was unable to suppress a grin as the American's Funniest Home Videos presented itself to her. It was one of their favorite shows, they were always making fun of the stupid things people got themselves into. She winced as a man jumped into a pool only to slide and run into the fence. That defiantly had to hurt.

A soft chuckle awoke her and she froze. A dip in the couch and a blanket falling over her carefully. She heard a gentle sigh as the male leaned back setting a heavy bag down on the ground. With a rather dramatic groan he fell against her causing the female to freeze. Deciding to play along she stretched out slowly allowing him room to fall against her more. He obviously had not expected that as his head fell to rest in the croak of her neck. She giggled softly wrapping her arms around his head cuddling him softly. The only male she would ever do this with was him after all. Strong arms pulled her closer and the warm body settled against hers.

"I'm home..." the soft whispered broke the comfortable silence. She shifted looking down into those soft sea green eyes, or eye would be the better choice of words. The right eye was wrapped in a bandage. She immediately bolted up and cupped his face.

"What happened?!" She cried hating to see him this injured. A smile pulled to his lips as he settled his head into her lap nuzzling into her leg softly.

"Grenade blew up and the shards punctured my eye...They had to removed it..." He mumbled wrapping his arms around her and sighing softly. "Gods I missed you.."

She sighed softly stroking his hair slowly.

"Are you in pain? Any other wounds?" She whispered half afraid to know. He stiffed slightly before relaxing.

"I'm fine, I can barely feel it...It's kind of numb...They are just scars now, nothing to worry about...The ones that aren't healed completely are scratches..." He smiled gently. She reached down fixing his locket, that matched hers, turning it carefully around his neck.

"Your hair is wet..." She frowned softly having just noticed it against her bare legs as she was wearing a T-shirt and pajama shorts.

"Ah, sorry...My mom picked me up from the airport and I took a shower before coming here..." He explained softly but made no moved to sit up, a yawn took over as he sighed softly rubbing his eyes clearly exhausted. She grinned softly patting his shoulder laughing as he grumbled and sat up reluctantly.

"Come on sleepy head lets go to bed.." She smiled standing and tugging his hand. He shuffled up and followed her sleepily to the single bed room. Once there she settled into the bed while he changed into a T-shirt and pajama pants. They did this often, in his past life, she was often plagued by nightmares that caused her to wake up in a panic, he was the only one who heard her cries of terror. He was in her tent more often then his because he would spent hours comforting her and soothing her back to sleep with his enchanting voice. He was a very good singer according to everyone but him.

Settling into her pillow she smiled happily as he slid into the bed next to her. Always at a respectful distance but close enough for her to brush against him making sure he was real and not a figure of her imagination. Yawning she cuddling under the blankets and fell asleep moments later.

The snapping of a camera jolting the alert pair awake, more so Perseus. He practically attacked but froze as he realized the current position he was in. The two were pretty much to say the least tangled in each other. Their legs were a jumbled mess and she was pressed to his chest gripping his shirt tightly as if afraid he was going to disappear again. Groggily the goddess and her Guardian forced their bodies to move, the position did not bother them to the least as they normally awoke to find themselves like that. Artemis shot a glare to her huntresses who giggling like children with too much candy and time on their hands skipped away into the living room. Yes, they skipped, like three year old little toddlers. The female groaned softly immediately plopping back down only to find the male (and her personal heater), gone from the bed. A childish pout pushed to her lips as her looked up at her Guardian with puppy eyes. Childish, yes, she knew and did not care.

The male laughed softly pulling her up and off the bed hugging her close, they both groaned at as another picture was taken. But secretly they were appreciative to them. The album the pair had help preserved the memories of them. Aphrodite had given the idea. Although Artemis regretted giving the camera to her huntresses, they may hate men but they were "still girls" as Aphrodite put it, a term the maiden goddess was trying to still understand.

Stepping into the living room the male greeting his sisters with hugs before slipping into the kitchen to make breakfast for the group before they all headed out. Eating and chatting away, telling what had happened while he was gone. In return he told them stories of the war he had just got out of, and answered their questions about his missing eye. The huntresses refused to let it go that Artemis was according to them "moping around like she was a zombie". She denied every word of it and practically dragged them out of the apartment.

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