A/N: Hey guys! I'm back! And I know I missed a month, I'm so sorry! I really hope this makes up for it because there is a second part to this, details at the end. Also would like to say that a very slight trigger warning, nothing is said, there is just a bunch of implications, and metaphors (cause that's how I roll) but nothing explicit.

This one is a bit different, but I really liked it,

Hope you guys enjoy:

A low overhang of fog lingered in the air. The world still fresh and cold and crisp from the rain that had fallen earlier. But now everything lay still as the dark started to overtake the sky, marred only by the reflections of the city and streetlights on the clouds that still littered the sky.

It was the kind of night where anything could happen.

The world was alight with possibilities, good and bad and everything in between. It was the kind of night you didn't want to miss.

So, he shrugged on a jacket, grabbed his keys and walked into the world. He didn't really have a destination in mind so he just went where his feet took him, from roads to sidewalks to a path that led to a makeshift park.

He only stopped when he saw a figure by the old bridge that crossed over the only thing close to a river there was around here.

He approached softly, not wanting to scare the person away. They were sitting on the edge, with their feet dangling off the side, a bottle in hand.

"Hello?" he called cautiously, and was surprised when the figure turned to reveal a girl with a dark hood and striking eyes.

The lamp provided some light and he held his hands up to show he was not a threat as he continued his approach.

She must have deemed him okay, because she just nodded in his direction and went back to staring at the river.

Curiosity spiked he moved to stand beside her, leaning on the ledge she was sitting on.

"What brings you out this late at night?" he ventured, unsure if she would actually answer.

He watched her shrug and turn to him. "I could ask you the same."

He mimicked her movement. "It's that kind of night."

She looked at him curiously. "It's that kind of night," she agreed.

She was unlike anyone he'd ever met before he thought. And they existed in silence before the bottle in her hand clinked against the stone of the bridge.

"What are you drinking?" he asked. She didn't answer and handed him a full bottle of whiskey. She wasn't drinking.

He set the bottle on the ledge after his examination.

"So what are you doing with a full bottle of whiskey then?"

"You ask a lot of questions," she responded, not moving her eyes from the river below her.

He shrugged. "I guess I'm just curious."

"You don't even know me," she insisted.

"Well I'd like to try, if that's okay, and if it's not then at least I know you're a girl sitting on the edge of a bridge at three in the morning with a full bottle of whiskey, and a lot of thoughts."

She turned to him sharply. "How do you know that?"

"Because," he replied, turning to meet her eyes, "There must be a lot of thoughts if you even forgot to drink them away."

She turned back to staring at the river and laughed hollowly. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

Another moment of silence passed before he spoke up. "Well, you are brave I'll give you that."

Her face morphed into a frown. "Why would you say that?"

He gestured to their surroundings. "It's late at night and you're all alone."

"So are you," she argued back.

"It's different for me, I'm a guy, you know that."

She sighed and stared down in defeat. "I know."

"So…?" he prompted.

"I don't know if I'd call it brave or just reckless."

"Reckless like sitting at the edge of a bridge with a river underneath?"

She turned to meet his face again. Her eyes held almost a challenge. "Yes," she breathed.

"So why be reckless?" he asked, titling his face in question.

She stared at him long and hard before finally answering. "To live."

The words came out wavering and she looked unsure of the answer herself.

"What if you fell?" He looked down at the water rushing underneath.

"What if I did," she whispered, looking out. Her hand trembled lightly as she gripped the edge.

"Do you know how to swim?" he asked.

She turned to look at him confusedly, unshed tears in her eyes, "I…uh…no?"

He nodded. "Well lucky for you I do, I used to be a lifeguard."

Turning to meet her eyes he spoke earnestly, "So if you fell, I would save you."

She froze at the words and turned away quickly, pinpricks of tears starting to appear.

"Why? You don't know me," she said reusing her line from earlier.

"Because everyone deserves to live," he responded, "You deserve to live."

"How could you know that?" she contended.

He paused for a moment, thinking over his words. "Because, you're wearing an Overwatch hoodie, so I'd say that makes you a pretty cool person in my book." He winked at the end.

She stared at him in shock for a second before bursting out into laughter. It rang through the night and over the quiet sounds of the river.

"It's not even mine," she said finally.

"Well, you're missing out then. I'm gonna have to show you sometime so you see the coolness of the hoodie," he said giving her a knowing look.

"I don't really play video games," she responded.

He nodded, "Alright then, what do you do?"

She was silent for a moment. "I design buildings."

"That's cool, I wish I was that talented," he replied easily.

She huffed in anger. "It's not a big deal, my boss could replace me in seconds."

He shifted so he was leaning more comfortably against the railing. "Maybe, but they wouldn't be the same as yours, would they?"

There was a silence as the words sank in.

"I guess not," she replied quietly.

There was more silence before he felt the need to speak up again. "So what else do you do?"

"You really do ask a lot of questions," she repeated.

He shrugged. "You can ask too."

And when she said nothing he supplied her with the answers to questions she didn't ask.

"I read books."

At her confused expression he went on, "It's pretty on par with being a librarian, that and shelving. And organizing kid's crafts but honestly I shouldn't be trusted with scissors and copious amounts of glue."

"But I also like video games," he continued, "Hence noticing your, or rather not your, hoodie."

"Who's is it by the way?" he asked as the thought occurred to him.

She played with one of the drawstrings. "My friend's."

"Your friend has good taste."

Maybe she caught the meaning behind the words and maybe she didn't. But the fog seemed to clear a little and the chilly night seemed to thaw just a bit.

And maybe that's why she let down the hood to reveal a head of blonde hair that glowed orange in the yellow light that was cast by the lone lamppost near the foot of the bridge.

A light breeze picked up, brushing some slightly cold air into their faces. It felt like a fresh wake up call.

It was the kind of night anything could happen.

She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and let out a sigh. The river ran underneath them, the quiet sound of water flowing and some lone birds chirping where the only things that could be heard.

And they existed like that in quiet company for a bit until he moved back to stretch him limbs. She watched him move.

"Why are you still here?" she finally asked.

He rolled his shoulder and moved back to leaning against the railing. "Because I'm hanging out with you."

"Why?" she insisted, looking at him intently.

"Why are you still here?" he asked instead.

She turned away. She didn't have an answer.

They were silent until he shifted again. "You could sit you know, standing must be rough."

And she was right, the ledge was wide enough to comfortably sit but he just smiled and shook his head.

"One of us has to have both feet on the ground."

Maybe she realized that he wasn't necessarily perfect, but he was trying.

"Why are you still here, you never answered before."

"Neither did you," he pointed out. He watched her chew her lip and the words and saw her eyes were a deep stormy gray, and her hair was a golden blonde.

The night was getting lighter, the fog starting to really clear away.

Seeing her not answer again, he spoke "The sunrise is about to happen, we wouldn't want to miss that."

And with that they turned to the river and watched as the sky got lighter and lighter turning a deep orange and pink. The sun started to peek just slightly through the branches of the surrounding trees and it finally seemed like that world was waking up.

"A new day," she whispered watching the spectacle.

"There's always a new day," he agreed. "Maybe, even a new chance?"

She tore her eyes away from the sky and really looked at him. He took a step back and held out a hand.

She paused for a moment as she looked down at the river then again at the sky. "It's beautiful," she breathed.

And with that she turned, accepted his hand and got off the ledge, stumbling a little as she stood up for the first time in hours.

"You good?" he asked, holding her arm as she stumbled.

She looked at him for a moment when he asked that. "No," she responded.

He gave her a concerned look and she looked right back into his green eyes and managed a small smile. "But I'm getting there."

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

He smiled at the words. "Good, that's really good."

"Why do you care so much?" she asked curiously.

"You know, you ask a lot of questions," he teased back.

She gave him a look.

He sighed and offered a smile. "Because no one deserves to hurt this much, because sometimes it's hard to hold on to hope. And sometimes a little help is needed. And I just want to help."

He turned to face the city. "Everyone has so much potential and there is so much out there to discover and create and live for. I would never want someone to be deprived of that."

"You're quite the dreamer aren't you," she replied a small smile on her face.

He shrugged. "I'm an optimist, the hoper of far-flung hopes, the dreamer of improbable dreams."

She looked at him in surprise. "Did you just quote Doctor Who?"

He smiled widely when she got the reference. "See I knew you were a cool person." He winked again and this time she laughed, and it sounded more substantial.

He grinned back. "I'm holding you to Overwatch, I'll even teach it to you if you want?"

She looked at him hesitantly. Agreeing was a promise. A promise for the future. A promise for a future.

She stared at the guy who had spent the night standing beside her on a bridge just to keep her company, to keep her safe. She looked at the bridge where she had ended up the night before.

On the kind of night anything can happen.

And she gazed at the sunrise and the way the world was flooded with color. A new day. A new chance.

And she turned back to his waiting, questioning eyes and held out her hand.

"Annabeth." The word held a thank you.

"Percy." The word held a new friend.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

On the kind of night that anything could happen, something did.

At the time when the world was alight with possibilities, good and bad and everything in between and it was the kind of night you didn't want to miss.

On that kind of night something special happened.

It ended with new friends. Friends who grew close and hugs turned to kisses and something more.

It ended with soft smiles and promises.

And most importantly, it ended with hope.

A/N: So what did you think? There were a lot of topics, a lot of ideas and a lot of messages in this one and a lot were not straight forwardly said, so I just want to say this. You are all important and special in that you bring something to the world that no one else does. And that's worth hanging on too.

That said, if you guys want to read the second part of this fic (the part where they actually get together) then please check out my other series, Semantics of Love! The chapter is the most recent one called A Kind of Day.

So please check out my series Semantics of Love, chapter 25, for the second part of this fic!

And please review! I'd love to hear your thoughts, especially for a fic like this which has so much to dissect, I'd love to see your interpretations on all this.

And thank you for reading, if you've made it this far and have read this fic, it means so much to me, so again, even if you feel down or like you haven't accomplished anything, know that just you reading this means a lot to me. So thank you :)

See ya! :)