Fiftieth chapter. Midway for this collection, and I want to thank everyone so much for reading, reviewing, and etc. I hope we'll be able to reach 100 of these, eventually.

Summary: He might remember Annabeth's name, but not who she is. Or anything else. [Percy/Annabeth.] A drabble and a half.


50. remember.

"—I kind of hated you then, nothing personal. We thought Hades had it stolen, and we were wrong…like a lot of times after that."

Annabeth laughs, and you don't. She asks, slightly impatiently, "Don't you remember, Seaweed Brain? You beat Ares. Luke tried to kill you. And the year after that, we rescued Grover. You got turned into a guinea pig and almost eaten by Polyphemus. That winter, you came all the way to San Francisco for me. You held up the sky, and we danced on Olympus—"

"'Seaweed Brain'?" you interrupt.

She blinks hard and continues, something about a Labyrinth.

"I killed Medusa once, didn't I? I remember." Actually, some faun told you that, but you don't want to be disappointing.

"Liar," Annabeth says, because you don't know her, but she knows you. "But thanks for trying."

She smiles, and you want to remember dancing with her.