Here's part two of the wedding, of a MAXIMUM of four . I know I've forgotten Calypso in recent chapters, but she IS around and WILL make an appearance this chapter. I Just thought I'd address that before the story went much further. Enjoy!

Piper started yelling at him in French the instant she opened the door.

Jason has only come to drop off lunch in the hotel room. It was one, and everything having been set up, he was off to get ready. Piper looked even more dazzling than usual with her hair curled, but also frazzled.

"Pipes?" Jason offered tentatively. "You're, uh, speaking French."

She smacked her forehead. "Oh, gods, sorry. Thanks." She grabbed the take out bag. "Is everything okay? Has someone done the burnt offerings? We really don't need any Olympian trouble. It's why they're all watching from far away. On Olympus. Not here." She rubbed her temples.

"Everything," he assured her, "is fantastic."

Her eyes widened. "Schist! Stay here!" She disappeared and returned with a bunch of denarii. "Sparkling apple juice."

"What?"

"We need sparkling apple juice," she said. "Anything that can be passed off as champagne. Don't ask questions. Blue food colouring. And cream cheese cake frosting, stat."

"Uh."

"Don't ask. Just do. I love you." She kissed his cheek. "I promise to keep our wedding as small as humanly possible, okay? I really need this stuff."

"I'll be back in twenty minutes," he promised, grinning.

"You are an absolute saint." She kissed him on the mouth this time, and he saw fireworks. "Love you."

She closed the door.

"All right," she announced. "Lunch."

"I am STARVING," Annabeth exclaimed.

"Nerves?" Reyna was currently organizing baskets of sparklers, having nowhere else to sit and do so. Her hair was swept up in an obsidian, goddess-style ponytail. She smiled, eyes sparkling.

"Probably," Annabeth admitted, sharing a significant look with Piper and stabbing a fork into a dish of spaghetti, New Rome had some excellent places for Italian food.

"I have a solution to the alcohol problem, by the way," Piper said under her breath.

"Oh, thank the gods." Annabeth sighed in relief. "You're the best, Pipes."

"I try," Piper grinned.

By three everyone was dressed, the food was gone, Piper had stashed the sparkling apple juice under Annabeth's chair in the reception tent (which looked fantastic), and they were on track for a prompt four o' clock start. The bridesmaids were all in the turquoise of the turquoise-and-silver wedding theme, floor-length simple halter dresses that were truly stunning in their simplicity, and varying degrees of silver jewellery. In the end, all of them were in silver flats, after Piper had fallen not up but down the stairs of the pavilion in her heels. Annabeth looked breathtaking, the dress fit without a hitch, and they were set to go.

In keeping tradition, there was something old and something new, something borrowed and something blue. Annabeth wore her tiny owl earrings for old, her dress for new, Piper's silver heels as something borrowed, and for something blue, Piper had dyed the cream cheese frosting blue and they'd all had a massive spoonful of it, laughing as frosting got everywhere.

"To the future Mrs. Jackson," Hazel laughed, lifting her spoon of cake frosting.

"To the future Mrs. Jackson," they chorused, giggling like schoolgirls. There was a picture of that moment that was eventually framed and hung in Annabeth's study; all of them in finery with napkins tucked in the necklines of their gowns for safety, frosting smeared on noses and lips, laughing like crazy.

They were ready.

In light of all the fuss, the wedding was actually a pretty casual affair.

The hour before the ceremony transgressed into one big party. People milled around in the gardens. There were two tables set up in front of the pavilion, bearing the guest book, several bowls of blue candy, a blue cooler full of cold drinks, and a large number of pamphlets that read "SO YOU'RE GOING TO SIT THROUGH A WEDDING". There was a funny picture of Percy and Annabeth where Percy was holding Annabeth, kicking and screaming with laughter, out over the waves at Montauk, threatening to drop her. Sally was very proud of that picture.

The groomsmen mingled freely among the guests. Sadie, despite being taken, flirted shamelessly with Frank, which made him deeply uncomfortable. Rachel Dare was deep in debate with one of the mnay Roman guest over the Cubism period of the 1920s. Magnus and Sam were debating how wedding vows in Valhalla worked—was it "as long as we both shall live" or "until Ragnorok do us part"? Sally went around beaming on Percy's arm. Percy probably should've been hiding out somewhere, but hey, it was his party. Calypso, who had been helping out all morning, continually straightened Leo's tie and made sure everything ran smoothly. She'd been offered a place as bridesmaid but instead decided to tie up all the loose ends of the wedding and run things in Piper's absence.

The pavilion looked beautiful. Strung with tasteful amounts with tulle sparkling with the occasional turquoise bead, the railings looked amazing. The white marble veined with silver fit perfectly into the theme. The white-draped chairs were strung with silvery garlands of bright, turquoise flowers. The arch was framed in turquoise, silver, and white, the aisle scattered with flower petals and the faint shimmering dust that seemed to have settled over everything. Everything was colour coordinated—even the cooler bore a big turquoise bow and the bowls holding the candy were silver. Hazel had gone through the place earlier, running her hands over the marble to bring all the veins of silver to the surface, and the flower bushes near the pavilion were pruned within an inch of their lives. Music that was so easy to listen to it faded seamlessly into the background floated from some unknown source—or maybe the Bluetooth speakers Leo had stashed in the bushes.

Thankfully, there were no more flaming cheetah incidents, no tulle was set ablaze, no monsters came swooping down from the sky, nobody transmogrified into a horse, no skeletons burst, twerking wildly, onto the scene; Frank kept everyone moving like clockwork, and Piper IM'd to say it was all good on the girls' end. Mr. Chase had already left to escort his daughter down the aisle. Up on Olympus, the wedding was being aired on Hephaestus-TV, to Aphrodite's loud sniffles, Ares' grunts, and Hera's begrudging eyes. The goddess of marriage had been positively showered with praise and burnt offerings. Poseidon and Athena had, on separate occasions, threatened to toss her into Tartarus if she disrupted the wedding. Both parents were watching now, Athena trying to hide her pride, Poseidon smiling.

Down below, people were being ushered to their seats. The boys took their places. There was a lot of groomsmen, in the end—Jason, Frank, and Leo, plus both Nico and Grover. Tyson had been offered a spot, but the Cyclops had opted against. He was currently sitting next to Ella the harpy in the row of family also occupied by Sally, Paul, Annabeth's stepmother (her relationship with whom had blossomed as she grew older), and her brothers, watching the whole thing with wide eyes. They'd had to be told the truth about things a while back, but Percy harboured a suspicion that they'd only just wrapped their minds around it.

He shifted from foot to foot, suddenly overcome with nerves. Not about Annabeth herself—gods, he'd never been so sure about anything in his life. Just about what he might do when he saw her. He really, really didn't want to do anything Seaweed Brained.

The music changed, and he couldn't for the life of him tell you what it was, despite the lively, joking arguments that had been had about it. And then his friends were walking towards him. They were all in turquoise, the fabric rippling like water. Reyna was first, looking even more impressive than usual, if that was impossible. She smirked at Percy as she passed, arching an eyebrow like "you're in for it now."

Despite himself, he grinned.

Next down was Hazel, slightly shy at first, until she laid eyes on Frank. Then she beamed so brilliantly the veins of silver under her feet practically glowed. Percy felt like hugging her. She looked like a cinnamon roll.

Finally, Piper came down the aisle, looking admittedly awesome. Percy nudged Jason into remembering how to breathe again. Piper made a face at Percy, knowing he couldn't make one back without looking stupid. He'd get her later. He shifted again, and looked up.

She was like she was something out of a dream.

She glowed, an aura of dusky silver that came not only from the sheen of her beautiful dress but the sheer happiness dancing in her eyes. Her gown was stunning. He hadn't known any of the vocabulary for it when she'd described it to him—cap sleeves and a sweetheart neckline and an empire waist, whatever that meant. The dress fit her through to the legs were it flowed softly to the ground, resting there like the inverted petals of some flower. The waist was marked with a pure silver sash the exact sheen of the beads scattered so subtly over the dress that you didn't know they were there until they caught the light. Her hair was tucked softly back, artistically messy with curls around her face. Her veil was long, shimmery and trailing, flowing behind her. But it was her eyes—her sharp, beautiful, full eyes, those took his breath right out of his lungs. She made his world shrink down to just the two of them, turned into a place that was never-ending bliss.

And she was his.

Beaming, Percy took her hands. She'd handed her bouquet-white roses and sprigs of turquoise- off to Piper and kissed her father on the cheek. Percy had a vague recollection of promising Frederick Chase to take care of Annabeth (not that Annabeth needed taking care of), but he meant it, however obscure the memory became when he looked right into her eyes.

"Hey, Wise Girl," he whispered.

"Hello, Seaweed Brain," she whispered back, and smiled even more beautifully.

The main thing Percy remembered about the ceremony was Jason leaning over and whispering, ever so subtly, "if you cry I owe Leo twenty bucks", which made both him and Annabeth have to try, very, very hard not to laugh in front of all those people.

And then he got to kiss her, which was, you know, FANTASTIC.

And then, just like that, with a few words and a quick switch of rings he hardly noticed, they were married.

"Mrs. Jackson," he said, adoring the words.

"Mr. Jackson," she replied, running a hand along her veil and taking his arm. She smiled. "Together?"

"From now on to forever," he promised, and they took their first step into married life.