[Percy]

Waking up, I was groggy on what had happened in the past 24 hours.

Right: Time travel, Nico, Apollo, Hellhound…

Luke?

My eyes slowly adjusted to see that my bed had been half claimed by the blond demigod who was desperately clinging to me in his sleep.

A demigod who happened to try and kill me, then commited suicide when that failed, last time I saw him.

You know what? A problem for after I went to the toilet and spoke to Annabeth.

On my other side, half on me, was a slumbering Nico. His open-mouthed soft snores against my chest were adorable.

Looking around, I could spot Bianca and Annabeth sharing a different bed. Oh good, I think Nico might've had a panic attack if he woke up without her around.

Wait. I looked down at myself. How am I supposed to get up with two different demigods sleeping on me?

"Annabeth!" I hissed, "Annabeth!"

She didn't even stir.

Perfect, I flopped my head back down on the pillow. What now?

I try to wiggle my arms from under Luke and Nico, but they're stuck tight.

Dammit, I guess I have to just go back to sleep then, huh?

I'm still tired, but I did wish to use the bathroom.

Suddenly Luke shifts, my arm is no longer trapped under him but his arm has tightened around my waist. I sighed, am I ever going to be let go?

"Are you okay there Percy?"

My eyes shoot up to spot Bianca sitting up on her bed.

"Uh, I'm a bit stuck"

She nods and smiles, "Let me rescue you from Nico, at least."

I sent her a grateful smile. "Thanks."

With a lot of careful maneuvering from the two of us, Bianca managed to carry Nico to another bed without waking him up.

I could watch her smiling softly, Nico sleeping soundly on her lap, as she brushed her fingers through his hair for hours. But I can't cause that's creepy and I really do need to get up.

"I'm sorry that we dragged you into this, Bianca," I said while trying to slowly release Luke from his death grip on me. "I know it's probably confusing for you."

She shook her head. "It is, but it's not that. I just-" She tilts her head up like she's trying to stop tears from forming. "I left Nico alone."

"You didn't leave him, you died. There's a difference." I desperately wanted to offer her some comfort, but Luke was still using me as a teddy bear, "And he wasn't completely alone; I promised you that I'll look after him once, I'll do it again."

Her eyes were definitely teary as she looked at me. "Thank you Percy."

I gave her a sincere smile, "Anytime, cousin."

She turned back to Nico.

I focused once more on getting free. Really Luke? Does Annabeth know you're this clingy? Actually, she probably does; she just didn't tell me because she thought it was funny.

One last shift and... Eureka! I'm free!

My little fist-bump to the air goes unnoticed in the asleep infirmary other than for Bianca, who gives a little giggle. I give her a sheepish smile, before turning around.

Right. Now, I gotta sneak around to find the bathroom without waking anyone. I realise that I just arrived at Camp for the first time again. And not alert any early-bird Campers to the fact that a new kid just arrived is wandering around with no guide.

I also have to talk to my wife.

[Annabeth]

I wake up to a pair of arms sneaking themselves around my middle.

"Mhm," I say into my pillow. "Too early, Seaweed Brain."

A soft chuckle comes from behind my ear. The voice is too high to be Percy.

I stiffen until I remember… We came back.

My husband and I are eleven years old.

Well, dating just got a hundred times more awkward. Especially now that we're technically married, or, married in spirit? I don't know, I'm tired and my stupid soulmate should let me sleep.

"What are you thinking in that beautiful head of yours, Wise Girl?"

My hand sneaks around to clasp around his, "That we're eleven again."

"Hmm."

"And that it'll be pretty weird for us to kiss." I added.

He froze. "I hate this," He grumbled.

I laughed, turning around to face him.

His eyes were the most stunning shade of green: emerald, with hints of a darker seaweed green, and flecks of teal and mint. His eyelashes were longer than mine, brushing against his soft unblemished skin. His soft stubble beard, that he loved to rasp on my skin until it turned red, was gone.

My hand came up all on it's own, brushing his features with the softest touch. All his scars are gone; no thin white line through his eyebrow, no clip in his ear, no permanent dark mark on his lip from the many times he broke the skin. No scars that told his story- a thousand words in a single mark- gone.

We were back at the start.

I sob ripped out of my throat. We were so close! We had graduated, we were married, we were talking about me going off my birth control!

We were nearly safe from the gods' bullshit. We were going to have a family together.

Gone. All gone.

His hand carded through my hair. His grip around my waist tightened. I curled into his comforting hold.

"I know," he whispered in my ear. "I'm angry too."

All I could do was sob into his neck as he held me soothingly.

"I love you," he muttered into the crown of my head. "I'll always love you. We'll be together always."

As I clung to him, I knew I could believe him.

I knew we could overcome this too.

A/N

I'm so sorry. Don't yell at me yet, there's more to come.