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Chapter 10

Percy

Skye, his supposed girlfriend, led Percy towards the beach, where no one would see them. She said that she wanted some privacy with him, since she hasn't gotten any since the whole incident (that Percy unfortunately did not remember) at the school had taken place. So Percy obliged.

If this girl, was in fact his girlfriend, Percy couldn't help but feel guilt pile up in the pit of his stomach. He didn't remember her. Not a trace, no emotion, no connection whatsoever, and as the girl talked on about how he was an amazing boyfriend, and such, he couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

He didn't know if he could date her, considering he felt no emotion towards her.

"Percy?" she said suddenly, noticing the look of frustration on his face, "are you okay?"

They stopped walking next to a large rock that sat by the water. Percy pursed his lips together and nodded. He glanced out at the ocean, and felt a surge of energy radiating off of it. His mind rattled, like he was being drawn to the water. His muscles ached to get near it, and even though Percy couldn't figure out why, he let go of Skye's hand and walked to the water.

He stepped into the waves, not even considering the clothes he was wearing could get ruined. But as soon as the water lapped around his ankles, he was blinded.

He was underwater in what seemed to be a bubble. He felt butterflies in the pit of his stomach, and he didn't know why, until he looked up. There she was. The blonde girl; Annabeth. She was smiling widely at him, and their fingers were intertwined together.

"You're such a Seaweed Brain," she spoke, with a light laugh, and Percy couldn't help but smile as well.

"Percy?" Skye said, breaking him of his thoughts, and he instantly came back to reality. His heart was pounding against his chest, and his eyes were wide. Annabeth. She was there. This was driving him insane. He felt such a strong connection to a girl he couldn't remember, but he oh so badly wanted to.

Skye walked over to him, and slipped her hand back in his, breaking Percy from his little fantasy of Annabeth. Skye was his girlfriend. He had to face that, and he had to trust her.

There was nothing he could remember about his laugh, so he only relied on these people to help him, and if Skye was in that group of people (including Annabeth, but he brushed that thought aside) then she had to be trustworthy. Right?

"I'm okay," Percy said quickly, "just blanked out for a moment."

Skye smiled and kissed his cheek once more. The look in her eyes made Percy reach out to her. She looked at him with such tenderness and care, that his heart felt like it would burst.

But it still didn't feel right.

Before Percy could react, her lips were on his.

A pain of regret instantly filled Percy's stomach as she kissed him, as if he wasn't supposed to be doing this. It wasn't right. She kissed him softly, a sweetly as if she were afraid he'd break under her touch, but Percy couldn't bring himself to kiss her back. He tried, but he just couldn't.

It wasn't right.

Annabeth

"Where the hell did she go?" Fletcher wondered aloud as the two searched the camp for Skye. Annabeth had a pretty good idea of where she went, and why she went there. Gods, she knew her cousin liked Percy, but was she this desperate?

"Come on," she spoke softly, looking anywhere, and everywhere. She spotted the Poseidon cabin out of the corner of her eye and picked up speed, walking towards it. Leo and Frank stood in front of the doorway, speaking softly.

"Annabeth!" Leo said, startled when the angry girl raced towards them. She couldn't tell if she looked that angry, but the way Leo cowered from her gaze told her otherwise.

"Where's Percy?" she demanded, as Fletcher jogged over to catch up with her.

"We thought he went to go see you," Frank admitted, his eyes widening slightly when he realized his friend with amnesia wasn't in the place where he had thought he was going.

"Why would you think that?" Annabeth asked, trying to ignore the way her heart sped up with the idea that Percy was looking for her. He wanted to see her.

"Well for one, he saw you out the window and practically knocked Frank and I over to get to you," Leo snorted, but instantly wiped the smile off of his face when he saw Annabeth's glare on him. She couldn't force down the blush on her cheeks at the thought of Percy racing to get to her. Her heart was hammering against her rib cage and she took a deep breath before turning to Fletcher.

"I think I know where they are."

Annabeth and Fletcher raced towards the beach. Annabeth didn't know why, but she figured that if Skye was going to play as Percy's girlfriend, she would go to the beach, the most private place on camp. Besides the forest of course, but she knew that Skye wouldn't risk going into the forest and possibly get lost.

Besides, there was a chance a monster could be there, and she could get eaten. Annabeth tried to force down the smile that appeared on her face at the thought of Skye being eaten by a monster, but it wasn't easy.

"So how do you know Percy is with Skye?" Fletcher asked, quickening his step to keep up with his cousin.

"Because I know your sister," Annabeth grumbled, "a little too well."

Fletcher was silent.

Of course, the last thing Annabeth expected to see was Percy and Skye lip-locked by the beach. She stopped. She stopped everything. She stopped breathing, she stopped moving, and she felt her heart crumbled to pieces as she stood behind them, watching as they kissed. She had lost Percy. That was it, it was too damn late all because her jealous cousin had to come in and take him away. Now she was replacing his and Annabeth's memories, with fake ones of her own.

"Skye, what the hell are you doing?!" Fletcher exclaimed, as Annabeth turned on her heel and walked away with a heavy heart.

Percy

Skye instantly pulled away when the sound of someone else's voice rang in their ears. The horrified look on Skye's face instantly told Percy something was wrong, so he turned, and on instinct reached into his pocket for something.

But why would he reach into his pocket?

In front of them stood the blond boy that he had seen Annabeth earlier with and a pang of jealous filled his stomach. Were they dating?

He didn't know why this made him jealous…he and Annabeth weren't together, obviously if Skye was his girlfriend. The boy's angry expression made Skye take a step back, and Percy was completely confused. Who was this boy?

But something caught his eye, and all of his attention was instantly turned to her. Annabeth. She was walking away, rather angrily, might he add, and he wasn't going to let her get away again, so before he could control it, his feet picked up speed and soon he was running after her.

"Annabeth!" he called, but she didn't respond. The way her name rolled off of his tongue made his heart skip a beat and every muscle in his body flared.

"Annabeth!" he said again, completely forgetting about Skye and the blond boy on the beach. This time, she turned. Her gray eyes which Percy instantly became mesmerized by were red and watery as if she were about to cry. Percy felt the urge to hug her and hold her until she was okay, but he restrained himself from doing so.

"Percy," she whispered, barely audible, as Percy took a few steps to her.

"Are you okay?" he asked gently, worried that she might break from his words. Annabeth chewed on her bottom lip, and now that Percy was face to face with her, he could really take in how beautiful she was.

"Yeah," she said, and looked away from his gaze.

"No you're not," he said, "you look like you're going to cry."

"I'm fine, Percy," she mumbled while turning around. Her words were shaky and fragile, and she sulked as she walked away. Percy grew helpless as she continued walking, every step felt like someone was clenching his heart, but he did nothing, as she disappeared around the corner.

Percy avoided Skye for the rest of the day. After their kiss he felt like something wasn't…right between them. That boy, whose name he learned was Fletcher from Leo, had yelled at her pretty good. He heard most of it.

"Hey Perce," Grover, the satyr, said while sitting next to him at the Poseidon table during dinner. Annabeth wasn't there, Percy had checked over at the Athena table, and she wasn't there. He wanted to see her, gods did he want to see her.

"Hi," he said meekly, staring at the untouched food in front of him. He had no appetite, especially after all of this information being thrown at him in one day.

"How are you doing?" Grover continued, and Percy looked up at him. Grover felt…safe. He knew it was a weird adjective to describe someone, but he did. Percy felt like he could trust him with anything, and with that, he felt like he could be open with him.

"Pretty crappy, if I'm honest," he admitted, "I can't remember anything. Nothing has jogged my memory."

Grover sighed and leaned back in his chair while glancing over in the direction towards the Athena table.

"It'll be okay," he assured, "you'll get it back. It only takes time."

Percy nodded and pushed his plate slowly away from him. The sight of food made him want to vomit.

"If you're not going to eat that, I will," Grover said and both of the boys laughed lightly. It felt good to laugh. After everything that had happened that day, Percy needed something authentic.

"Can you tell me something?" Percy questioned, and Grover nodded while taking a bite out of Percy's untouched enchilada.

"Did I ever date that girl, Skye?" he questioned, and Grover instantly spit out the food in his mouth, which disgusted Percy a bit.

"What?" he asked, coughing slightly on the badly chewed food in his throat.

"Skye, she said she was my girlfriend," Percy answered slowly, watching as his friend coughed up the enchilada.

"Oh my gods, no," Grover said while wiping his mouth with a napkin, "why would she tell you that?"

Anger bubbled in Percy's stomach as he glanced over at Skye who was talking with Piper. They seemed completely unaware of Percy's anger, and he felt blinded with rage. It was bad enough he couldn't remember anything, but he didn't need fake memories to replace the old ones.

"I don't know," Percy mumbled, but suddenly the talking died down in the dining pavilion as everyone stared at Skye and Fletcher.

"What's going on?" Percy whispered to Grover, whose eyes were wide. There was a blue glowing arrow above both of their heads, spinning slowly above them.

"They've been claimed," Grover mumbled. Percy remembered how Leo and Frank briefly explained to him that the gods would claim their children, once they arrived at Camp Half-Blood.

"By who?" Percy asked, but before Grover could answer, Chiron, the centaur, stood up and look at the twins. One of them who Percy now resented.

"All hail, Skye and Fletcher Robertson, children of Apollo."

That night, after Skye and Fletcher's claiming, Percy was sitting in his cabin, which seemed very lonely. He couldn't help but think about everything that was going on in his mind. It was a jumble of Annabeth and Skye mixed together and he groaned loudly when he couldn't remember anything about either one of them.

Although, he felt a pretty strong connection with one of them.

After the claiming, Skye and Fletcher were welcomed by their other siblings, the other children of Apollo, and Percy was glad to see them happy. He liked Fletcher, he knew they were friends before this happened…well that's at least what Leo told him, but Skye? No, Skye was sneaky, and Percy was angry.

He didn't need fake memories to mess with his head, he was confused as it was.

He glanced out of his window at the night sky above him, and slowly felt his eyelids grow heavy as he drifted off to sleep.

Skye

Skye felt bad, she honestly did. But she couldn't control herself, it was the perfect opportunity to go after Percy, and she took it. Fletcher's little outburst at her didn't really help though, and she lay awake in the Apollo cabin, her new home, as she thought about it. He had really been mean…although she figured she deserved it.

"What the hell are you doing?!" he exclaimed once again after Skye didn't answer the first time. Percy had run off by now, chasing after Annabeth and just the sight made Skye's heart crumble. She should have known. She could never get to Percy, no matter how much he didn't remember.

But she had to try.

"Leave me alone, Fletcher," Skye spat, and pushed past him. Her lips tingled from her kiss with Percy, but that was in the very far back of her mind. Annabeth had seen them, and she knew she was in big trouble.

Fletcher grabbed Skye's wrist and spun her around. His eyes were wide with anger, and Skye grew angry just at his force with her. She ripped her wrist away from him and glared right back.

"Are you out of your goddamn mind?!" he yelled, his face was red, "that's your cousin's boyfriend who has amnesia! God, Skye, I didn't think you could be so dumb!"

"You have no right to judge me!" she yelled back, "you have no idea what it's like!"

"What?!" Fletcher yelled, "heartbreak?! Trust me, Skye, I know very well what it's freaking like! And I would never stoop to something as low as you did!"

"What heartbreak do you know of?!" Skye yelled, and instantly regretted the words that came out of her mouth. She forgot about Annemarie.

Fletcher grew so angry, his face was almost purple.

"Fletcher, I'm sorry I-"

"Just shut up," he said softly, his voice was so stern and angry that Skye grew scared. Guilt washed over her.

"I didn't mean it like that-"

"I said to shut up!" Fletcher said, louder this time.

"I'm sorry!"

"No you're not, Skye!" he yelled, his eyes were watery as if he were about to cry, and Skye was instantly filled with regret. How could she be so stupid? How could she do so many stupid things in a row?

"I am!"

"Just shut up!"

Skye pursed her lips together as a tear slipped from her eye. Fletcher closed his eyes tightly while clenching his fists together and silent tears ran down his cheeks. He turned away from her, and slowly started walking away.

"Fletcher," Skye started, but he didn't stop.

"Fletcher please, I'm sorry," she continued.

"Leave me alone," Fletcher mumbled, and Skye froze. Yeah, she and Fletcher got into fights before, but there's never been something this bad. She's never said anything this awful to him before, and she deserved it. She stood still as he walked away, and tears streamed down her face.

Skye took a deep breath as she glanced over at the bunk bed next to her. Fletcher was sound asleep, curled up in his blankets. He hasn't spoken to her since their fight, although she didn't blame him. That blow she said…it wasn't right. She was so stupid, god how could she be so stupid?

Her heart was filled with dread as she stared up at the bottom of the bunk bed on top of hers, and felt a tear slip from her eye.

Annemarie was Fletcher's girlfriend last year, and they were pretty serious too. Although, they were only fifteen, Fletcher talked about how much he loved her and how much he wanted to marry her one day. And Annemarie always said the same.

They were inseparable, and Skye was jealous of them, she really was, but she was also happy for her brother. She had never seen him so happy before.

Until Annemarie died.

It was a fire. She was trapped in her friend's house during a party when the fire started, and there was nothing the firemen could do when a flaming beam from the roof fell on her. She was gone.

Skye didn't know if Fletcher would ever get out of the mourning stage. He stayed in his room every day and didn't go to school for a month. He barely ate to a point where their mother had to force feed him, enough for him to stay alive.

He didn't talk to anyone for months, and their mother even had him go to a therapist, maybe to get him out of his grief, but there was nothing they could do to help him. He needed time, and time was what he got.

Eventually, very slowly, but eventually he started becoming his old self. He started playing baseball again with his friends, even made varsity as a sophomore, and soon he was up and running again. No one dares speak of Annemarie in front of him, and Skye felt terrible for bringing her up today.

She stared at Fletcher as he slept, as another tear slipped from her eye. Skye and her mother were never close, and since they grew up without a father, Fletcher was the closest thing she had to family.

And now she was pretty sure she lost him.

Percy

A week passed and Percy still didn't regain his memories. He had still avoided Skye completely, although she didn't try too hard to get to him. He noticed that she was very quiet, but he didn't say anything to her in the first place.

He hadn't seen any trace of Annabeth in the whole week and it was driving him insane. He wanted to ask Piper or Jason or Leo where she was, but he was too scared of the answer. He didn't want to know if she let this camp to go home or if she didn't want to see him.

What if she was mad at him?

One morning, Percy couldn't sleep. It was early, maybe five or six o'clock in the morning, and the sky was a bright pink overhead. The sound of the ocean nearby made Percy's mind race and he couldn't take it, so he stood up from his bed and headed to the door.

He walked alongside the water, watching as the waves lapped around his feet. A week and still, nothing came to him. He went to the water every day, hoping that maybe if he stepped in it he would get a flashback similar to the one he had with Annabeth on the day that Skye had kissed him.

But nothing came.

He grew even more frustrated with every day, and since Chiron said that they were still looking for a cure, he didn't know how much longer it would be.

The air was slightly chilly as he walked, and he looked up at the sun that was slowly rising above them. The sky was pink with dots of orange and it was so beautiful Percy wished he could take a picture. And then someone caught his attention.

There she was. Annabeth. She was sitting up against the rock which Skye had taken Percy to on that first day, and her knees were pulled to her chest. She was leaning her chin on top of her knees and the water barely lapped over her toes. Her blonde curly hair was down, a style Percy had never seen her wear before, well…as much as he can remember. She had always had it up in a ponytail.

She was dressed in a plain white t-shirt and jeans, but Percy thought she looked stunning.

"Annabeth," he said before he could stop himself. Annabeth's head shot up, and she looked at Percy with wide eyes.

"Percy," she breathed, and Percy took a few steps closer to her. She stood up quickly and took a step back when he got closer.

"Where have you been?" he asked quietly, taking in her beauty. Annabeth kept her eyes down, still trying to avoid eye contact with him.

"My cabin," she said sheepishly.

"Why?"

"I was tired."

Percy stared at her, as she kept her gaze on the sand, unmoving.

"I should probably go back," she said quickly after a few moments of silence, and turned on her heel. She was walking away. No, he wouldn't let her get away again.

"Tell me about us," Percy called as she got a few feet away. He had to know what their relationship was like, he just had to. It was driving him insane, physically and mentally. He didn't know how much more his heart could take.

Annabeth froze, and lifted her head ever so slightly. She kept her back to him, and both of them stood like that for a moment, before she turned around.

"What?" she croaked out, and looked at him with those big gray eyes. Percy's heart was hammering so fast as she looked at him, that he felt dizzy. How could she have this much of an effect on him?

"Tell me about us," Percy repeated, "I feel…connected to you. I know it sounds dumb, but I just do, and I want to know what our relationship was."

A look of hope flashed across Annabeth's eyes as she took a step, barely a step, closer to him. She took in a deep breath, and looked to the side before turning back to him. It was almost as if she didn't want to make eye contact with him, and was avoiding any chance of doing so.

"We were friends," she said simply, but Percy knew that couldn't be right. Frank, Leo, Piper, Jason, and many others had all said they were his friends, and he didn't feel any connection like this to them.

"No," he said shaking his head, refusing to believe that was all they had. There had to be something more, there just had to be.

"Tell me the truth," he said, not noticing that his voice had cracked, "please."

Annabeth was silent for a moment, and Percy got frustrated that he couldn't read her expression. Her eyes were locked on the ground, as if the sand was suddenly extremely interesting. The sound of the ocean filled their ears, but Percy was able to block it out. All of his attention was on her.

"We were best friends," she said once more. But that was all. Again, Percy didn't believe it.

"No," he said again, "I know we were something more. I don't know why, but I can feel it. I don't remember anything, but every time I see you my heart races, and I feel lightheaded. You have this…this effect on me and I don't know why. I can't remember and it's driving me insane. Please Annabeth, if there's something you're not telling me, I need to know. For my sanity."

He didn't know where that speech came from, but it was like he was pouring every emotion into those words. He looked at Annabeth helplessly, waiting for some sort of response. Anything.

She finally looked up at him, meeting his eyes. Green on gray; and a tear slipped from her eye. Percy watched as it slowly rolled down her cheek and dripped off of her chin to the sand beneath them.

"Please," Percy whispered, feeling his own tears swell up in the back of his eyes. He didn't know why they were there, but he tried to force them back.

"I can't, Percy," she croaked out, "it won't be the same if I tell you."

Percy shook his head as his vision grew blurry with tears. He felt these overbearing emotions towards her that it was affecting him in a way he didn't feel with anyone else he's met here. Not even Skye.

A tear slipped from his eye, but he ignored it and continued to stare at her. Another tear slipped from her eye, and Percy felt like someone was poking his heart with a metal rod.

"Please," he choked, barely above a whisper. Annabeth was silent before a few more tears slipped from her cheeks to the sand beneath them. The sun was brighter now, but the sky was still pink above them.

Neither one of them said a word as they stared at each other. Percy felt like his heart was going to burst as he waited for any type of response to come from her.

"I love you," she choked out as tears silently fell from her eyes, "is that what you want?"

Percy felt like the world stopped around them as he stared at her, tears falling from both of their eyes, and Percy didn't know why until now. He loved her that had to be the reason he felt this way. Was he that oblivious?

He couldn't find the words to speak and his mouth felt dry as she continued to stare at him. She took a shaky breath and wiped the tears away furiously.

"I love you too," Percy felt himself say, as if it was so natural to say these things to her.

"What?" she choked out, not bothering with wiping away her tears anymore. Percy's heart was beating at a rate that he didn't think was healthy, but he didn't care, gods, he didn't care.

"That explains it," he whispered, "why you make me feel this way. Gods, Annabeth, I may not remember anything else, but I know that I love you."

Annabeth seemed to cry with joy as she ran to him. As soon as she reached him, Percy engulfed her in his arms and in everything that he can remember, this felt so right. Having her in his arms, like she fit like a puzzle piece. Nothing like he felt with Skye. Annabeth stared up at him, and they looked at each other for a few moments before she placed her hands on his cheeks.

Ever so slowly, she leaned in until her lips touched hers, and she kissed him gently, as if she were afraid that he would pull away. This was nothing compared to his kiss with Skye. He felt like fireworks were exploding in his stomach as she kissed him, and he felt like every nerve in his body was electrified. He had never felt so…alive.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her to him, kissing her back softly.

And then it hit him like a big yellow school bus.

He saw images in his mind of his mother in Manhattan with an old man, Smelly Gabe. He saw him stumble over the Camp Half-Blood border after the Minotaur attack and waking up to see twelve year old Annabeth staring down at him. He remembered the sweet taste of the ambrosia and nectar the tasted like his mother's blue chocolate chip cookies. He saw images of him, Annabeth, and Grover fighting against Ares by the water when he was twelve. He saw Thalia, when the Golden Fleece brought her back to life from her tree. He saw Bianca and Nico, Nico looked so scared and young back then, so vulnerable. He remembered losing Annabeth and doing everything in his power to find her again. He wouldn't let her down. Then he saw Annabeth kiss him right before he went back into the mountain and she thought she was leaving him forever. He saw Calypso at her island and how he had left her…for Annabeth. He saw Luke, at the end of the Titan War when the hero came out in him. He saw Annabeth in that water bubble, with their underwater kiss.

He saw Frank and Hazel, greeting him at the Roman camp. He saw Annabeth who judo-flipped him when they were finally reunited after the months of separation. He saw them in Tatarus, struggling through the evil. He saw his friends all being reunited on the Argo II. He saw the demigods cheering in victory as they defeated Gaea.

He pulled away from Annabeth in a gasp of air as the memories filled his brain.

"Percy?" Annabeth asked nervously as he closed his eyes tightly, as the images flashed in his brain. He felt dizzy, but the happiness that filled his stomach replaced his pain.

He opened his eyes, and was even more overjoyed to see Annabeth than before. He picked her up and spun her around in a spur of the moment.

"Hey Wise Girl," he said softly when he set her down on the sand. She cried with happiness when realization hit her that he remembered and hugged him so tightly he thought his ribs would break.

"You remember," she cried and clutched onto his shirt.

Percy planted a kiss to her hair and held her tightly as he buried his face in her hair.

She still smelled like lemons, and gods he was so happy he remembered.

"I do," he whispered into her hair, and he wished he could stay like that for eternity.

This chapter was long, but I hope you liked it. I wanted it to be perfect. By the way, I haven't read BoO yet, so I'm sorry if it wasn't accurate, but please don't spoil it for me, I'd appreciate it, thank you.

Anyways, what do you think? Especially about Fletcher and Annemarie, and Skye.

And of course Percy and Annabeth because I thought it was sad, but cute between them.

Thanks for reading! xx (:

~stay beautiful~