In Between Our Lies
37. Greek
"You . . . You're the girl from my dreams," he starmers – even though she wears the mask of indifference and strength, he can't help but stammer. He tries not to – because that makes him sound like a kid, and he is so not a kid anymore.
The blonde-haired princess nods at him, and he blushes. He knows her – he definatley knows her, so why can't he remember her fucking name? Out of all the things he has to forget, he forgets her name! "You . . . dreamt about me?" her voice comes out hollow and broken, even though her facial expression says otherwise. She seems genuinley shocked – even if she was, her hard face didn't show.
"Yes," he replies, trying to sound indifferent, "is that not normal?" He is aware of other people coming from where the grey-eyed stranger came from, but it feels like only them – it is as if they are the only two people in the world. No amount of godly forces could break their bond – Saturn could try if he wished!
The girl only sighs, as if this is more than she dared hoped for, but still not enough. "Damn Hera," she mutters under her teeth.
He can almost feel something come up – a memory resurfacing, but something is clouding it, blocking it. "Goddess of marriage?" He doesn't know where in Hades that came from – just somewhere, he guesses – but he doesn't remember Hera in his Roman Mythology studies. He didn't really remember a lot of things in that class, though – everything just became so fumbled in his head, mixing with other names that dissapeared as quickly as they came. The only one he didn't have trouble with was Apollo, the god of the sun and music.
"You would know her as Juno, but yes," the blonde girl says, and Percy just thinks that he really needs to know her name, because he can't keep calling the blonde girl "blonde girl" all the time.
That's when everyone comes – the whole camp, and the strangers from their magical whatever the heck they flew on. "Who are you?" Reyna asks the stragers.
A boy comes up – there is a gasp from his side – and he says, "We are from the Greek equivalent of this camp, Camp Half-Blood. I know each and every one of you – aside from the newer ones – Romans, so you must trust me. Your cooperation is crucial. I will let my Greek second-in-command take over."
The blonde rolls her eyes. "Ugh. Even when Percy is knocked out and full of amnesia I'm someone's second-in-command."
He can't help it. He just blurts it out, "How do you know my name? I can't even remember yours."
"All in due time," says some voice in his head – he assumes it's his father – so he just sits and listens like a good little demigod.
"Sorry," he mumbles, "continue on."
"As I was saying before Percy interupted," she smiles at him, so he thinks she doesn't mind that much, "Jason was your leader before, correct?" She pauses, and Reyna answers yes. "Well, Percy here was our leader. He was—"
Someone cuts her off, "Just get on with it, blonde!"
She growls back, "My name is Annabeth." And the look on her eyes is so furious Percy wouldn't have dared try to cross her – she was a tiger. Annabeth – he's glad to have a name for her – explains everything to the best of her abilities.
The other boy steps back up, "Do you see why we need your help?"
Reyna nods willingly, "Yes, Jason. We wondered why you dissapeared, and now we know it is Juno's doing."
"Juno's and Hera's," he finally speaks up. Everyone looks at him, confused, except for Annabeth. "Well . . . if Juno and Hera are almost the same person, then it was Juno and Hera who took away our memories, right?"
Annabeth nods, almost approvingly. "He is right, for once." She turns away. "I will leave, then. I want to find out more about this place, anyways? Percy?" She looks straight at him, gaze tearing into his.
"Um, sure."
-…-
"Um . . . and right here is the Minerva cabin . . ."
Annabeth swivels around to look. "Hm, this is my mother's cabin. Do you think I could go in?"
"Sure," he says, even though he's not entirely sure. "Have at it."
-…-
"What's your, um, relation to Annabeth?" he finds himself saying to a girl with choppy brown hair – whose name he finds out later is Piper.
"Oh, she brought us to camp. Me and Jason and Leo – he's the guy back at the chariot."
"Oh . . ." he trails off, not knowing what to say, and the girl seems ill at ease.
"You want to know more about her, don't you?" the girl asks.
The straightforward, "yes" comes out all too quickly for Percy's taste.
She stares at him oddly, as if deciding something. "Well, I don't know much about your relationship. I do know that you were best friends, and shereallyreallylovesyou."
He just stares at her, because he doesn't get it. She loves him? Annabeth loves Percy? "Well, you know . . . she's, um, your girlfriend . . ."
Girlfriend. He has a girlfriend. And that girl is Annabeth . . . Chase. That girl is Annabeth Chase. In spite of everything that has happened, he smiles.
Sorry. Another Percy/Annabeth reunion. I do admit this was kind of a filler. I was working on a Silena/Beckendorf one and that Clarisse/Chris . . . And I'm not done and this just came to me. Expect some more of these - maybe.
I will totally update a lot during Thanksgiving break - if I don't fall asleep because of the turkey . . .
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