A/N: First off, I have to put in a plug for high fiving jesus's story Cliche; chapter 6 is Speak Now/Hold Your Piece and it's absolutely awesome :) Check it out if you want a deeper, more angsty-slash-heartbreaking version of the stereotypical wedding drama, or if you just want to read a good fic.

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Operation Hold Your Peace

Part 6: The Aftermath

Eight months later, Annabeth stood at the end of the aisle, looking at Percy with an enormous grin lighting up her face.

They'd been banned for life from the place they'd blown up ("It was your fault," Percy always reminded her playfully), so they got Juniper to do their wedding at Camp Half-Blood. Apparently, nymphs did really nice, nature-y ones. They chose to hold the ceremony in the arena, because nowhere else had seemed appropriate, so half of their guests were straw dummies.

Rachel was the maid of honor. She and Annabeth got along fine, now that the whole fake-wedding plan had come out into the open. (Annabeth had pushed Percy out a window when she found out, but thankfully the curse of Achilles covered defenestration, and no mortals saw.) "As long as my dress doesn't make me look like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man again," Rachel had said when Annabeth asked.

Once Annabeth got up to the altar, Juniper began the ceremony.

"Demigods, mortals, nymphs, satyrs, centaurs, et cetera, et cetera," she began. "We are gathered here today to celebrate the fact that Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase have finally gotten their acts together and decided to get married. Oh, wait, sorry. I wasn't supposed to say that.

"Anyway," she continued after the non-straw-dummy audience members stopped laughing, "If anyone here knows of any reason why these two should not be married, speak now or forever hold your peace. We ask that you refrain from explosions of any kind."

Just then, the doors of the arena burst open, revealing a very angry-looking Minotaur. (They learned later that its appearance was a prank courtesy of the Stolls and Nico.)

"Of course," Percy grumbled, Riptide already uncapped and ready for action. The Minotaur threw one of Mrs. O'Leary's giant squeaky toys, which let out a very intimidating SQUEEEAAAK! as it collided with the stone seats of the arena.

"Usual plan," came Annabeth's voice. Percy turned to see that she'd put on her magic Yankees cap. He shrugged and ran forward.

"Hey, Beef Boy!" he yelled. "Didn't anyone tell you? You're not on the guest list."

The Minotaur bellowed and started spinning his battle axe, glaring at its old enemy. But before Percy could even strike, the monster poofed into yellowish dust with a confused grunt. Annabeth emerged from the smoke coughing and brushing the dust off her simple white dress. (She'd refused to wear anything too elaborate in case she needed to fight.)

"No fair," he said, grinning. "I get the next one."

Annabeth laughed. "Deal."

The rest of the wedding went off without a hitch, other than a few new campers accidentally stumbling in during the vows (they'd forgotten that all swordfighting had been canceled for the day), and Mrs. O'Leary trying to get them all to play Get the Greek in the middle of the ring ceremony, and Clarisse yelling "Get a room!" when their kiss went a little longer than planned.

By demigod standards, it was the perfect wedding. And, as Sally said afterward, "At least it was real this time."