AN:

Here it is, the conclusion to my second story. I know it may seem odd how this entire thing wraps up, but I'm happy with it. This story was extremely experimental for me, which I think took away a little bit from its popularity and its quality, but that's okay. Especially considering this story has not garnered the response of my first, I feel no pressure to give this story an orthodox ending, which actually makes me glad. I like how things turn out, even if I feel like I'm going to develop a reputation for ending my stories a certain way… Anyways, here it is… The epilogue of, "All That's Left"

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He woke up in a bed much too large for him, surrounded by people he didn't know. They were all looking at him expectantly, as if he was supposed to deliver them some message of great importance. He couldn't help but frown. He had no idea what they wanted him to say. Hell, he had no idea what he wanted to say.

"Percy." One of them said hesitantly, leaning towards him with a look of worry on her face.

Was that his name? He didn't remember ever having a name. He rather liked the name. Especially the way it rolled off the tongue of the pretty blonde with grey eyes. After a few moments of staring, he realized he'd forgotten to respond. He blushed, averting his gaze from the beautiful girl who was staring at him with those grey doe eyes.

"Uh… Yes?" Percy said awkwardly, not wanting to disappoint the girl.

"You're Percy." A blonde man informed tersely. His face was stoic, but his eyes looked hurt. Percy wondered what haunted the man.

"Am I?" Percy asked aloud before muttering the name to himself a few times. Yup, he really liked how it sounded. "Cool, I like it."

"Do you… Remember anything?" A small Latino boy asked weakly, though his eyes appeared to hold less than a glimmer of hope.

"Of course I remember things." Percy protested hotly. But then he thought about it for a moment. With horror, he realized he didn't remember things. In fact, he didn't remember anything. "Okay, maybe I don't remember anything." Percy whispered weakly, almost too soft to hear.

He heard a sob, and it drew his attention. A gorgeous girl, with what looked to be Cherokee complexion, had burst into tears at his proclamation. She seemed too sad to stay, so the stoic blonde grabbed her by the arm and escorted her out, looking back only to shoot Percy one last glance of pity. Percy frowned. He didn't remember anything about anything, but he knew he didn't like being pitied.

"Percy, we just need you to think really hard for us okay." The blonde said, placing a comforting hand on his cheek as a tear trickled down hers. Her hands were smooth and soft, and smelled like lemons.

"I'm sorry." Percy apologized as sincerely as he could. "But I really don't remember anything. Any of you."

The blonde bit her lip, turning to look to a massive African American man behind her. Her curls bounced as she whipped around, nearly striking Percy in the face. He liked those curls.

"Annabeth." The large man said. "He's not going to remember anything. I'm sorry, but after everything Hazel told us she saw. Everything she heard. There's just no way he'll get any of that back. He has to start over."

Percy probably would've been destroyed by that news, but honestly, what did he have to be upset about? He didn't even remember the memories he should be missing right now. Besides, if the sad faces around him were anything to go by, these people were his friends, even if he didn't remember them. They were the ones hurting, not him.

"It's alright." Percy said cheerfully, trying to comfort the now crying blonde. "I don't remember you guys, but you all seem alright."

"I…" the blonde began, before choking back a sob. "Thank you, Percy."

Percy nodded, smiling reassuringly at the girl. She grabbed his hand and gave it a few pats before she got up off his bedside. She sent him one last tear-filled smile before leaving the room, the small latino boy hot on her trail. He tried to reach a hand out to them, but they didn't see it. He frowned again. He didn't know them, but he wanted them to stay. He had no idea who he was, and these people were the clues. He didn't want to be alone.

"Give them time." The massive man said, with that amusingly deep voice of his. "They'll come around. They all love you; they're just hurt because you don't love them anymore."

"I didn't mean to not remember them." Percy protested, crossing his arms like a child.

"Actually." the man said with a chuckle. "I think you kind of did."

"Why would I do that?" Percy asked incredulously, looking at the man in utter confusion.

"I think that's for someone else to explain." The man said, only confusing Percy further.

Before Percy could question him anymore, the big man left, closing the door softly behind him. It was only after the door was shut that Percy looked around the room in boredom. To his surprise, he wasn't alone. Slumped in a chair in the far corner of the room, sunken in so deep he almost couldn't see her, was a dainty girl with coffee skin and caramel hair. Her head was in her hands, and she seemed to be ignoring him completely. Percy cleared his throat to get her attention, but she didn't seem to hear him.

"Uhm, excuse me." Percy said gently.

The girl looked up at him, and Percy could instantly tell she'd been crying. Even now, hot tears streamed down her face. Still, when he met her golden eyes (Which were certainly a surprise) the girl's face broke out into a small smile. Percy couldn't help but note that just like the other two girls that had been in his room, this girl was remarkably pretty. He was impressed with himself. He was three for three on good looking girls crying over his bedside.

"Hey Percy." The girl said, her voice sounding wet on his ears.

"Who're you."

"My name's Hazel Levesque." She said quietly. "I'm your sis- I'm your best friend. Or at least, I was." She finished sadly, casting her eyes to the ground.

Percy didn't know why but seeing her sad hurt him to his very core. In fact, seeing all these people sad hurt him deep in his bones. He didn't know them, but his body did. His body ached to protect them. To make them happy. Maybe she could help him understand why.

"I'm sorry, but I don't remember you either. Though I'm sure you were a wonderful sister." She looked up at that, and he smiled gently at her. "That's what you were going to say, right? That you were my sister? Or at least like a sister to me?"

She bit her lip as fresh tears burst forth, but she nodded her affirmation all the same.

"Well, I don't know why I don't remember you, but I wish I did. I wish I remembered all of you. I can't explain it, but I think I care about each of you, even now. My heart hurts for you. My head hurts for you. I don't remember what I'm missing, but you all do, and even though we're strangers, your pain… Pains me…" Percy finished lamely, unsure how to put his feelings into words. He didn't know how to talk to this girl. At least he didn't think so.

"It's alright." The girl said, giving a small chuckle as she wiped her tears. "You don't remember us because you did something incredibly stupid. You knew you'd lose your memories, but you did it anyways."

"Why?" he asked confusedly. "If I loved you all as much as you guys clearly love me why would I give that up?"

"Because." She whispered. "That's just who you are. You loved each of us. All in different ways, sure, but you loved us. A man, a terrible twisted man, was threatening all of us. Us and our families. To stop him, you did this to yourself, but you also kept him from killing you. From killing us. From using our families, my mother, like lab rats."

"I did all that?" he said, in complete wonder at his forgotten self.

"You did." Hazel said with a wistful smile.

Percy was silent for a moment, thinking on all that he'd learned. Hazel was gracious about his silence. She didn't press him. Didn't implore him to remember. She just sat in comfortable silence with him, like she'd done it a thousand times before. Perhaps maybe she had. As he thought, he tapped his hand rhythmically on his leg, unaware of the smile that little action received.

"Hazel." He said after a while.

"Hmm." She hummed, glancing to him with a raised eyebrow. Green and gold eyes met for the millionth time for Hazel, and for only the second time for Percy.

"I don't know any of those people. I don't know you. Hell, I don't even know myself. But if you're willing to help me know them again. Know you again… I think I'd like to."

"I'd love to help." She said sweetly. "Now you should probably get some rest."

She rose from her seat and made her way to the door. Just before she closed the door behind her, Percy called after her.

"Hazel?"

"Yes, Percy."

"I'm not sure, but I'm pretty sure I've always wanted a sister."

Hazel Levesque smiled, and so too did Percy Jackson.

AN: Alright, do it, you can officially declare me CEO of bittersweet endings. Now let me elaborate a bit. Percy wanted to kill Luke, but Luke was too strong, so he told Beckendorf to activate his machine, one that would destroy any chips like Percy and Luke's. The only problem was, Percy's chip contained Percy's memories. The chip had been serving as a memory card for Percy essentially, and when it was destroyed, so ro was our Percy. (He still remembered to kill Luke because the damage had not yet been completely done. His unconscious coincided with the chips complete destruction) anyways, I know that result seems tragic, but I think there's joy in what happened to Percy. With the chip gone, Percy is now free to become whoever he truly wishes to be. Before that, he was always just going to be the result of programing. A ghost of the dead son of a grieving father. Now Percy can become his own person, so to speak. Plus, all his friends will be there for him to fall in love with all over again. Hopefully you can see the meaning/intent in that. Now, about you all. I must say with all the love in my heart, thank you for reading my work, it truly fills me with joy to know you like my work. I love writing. I'm going to continue writing for as long as that remains true. There will be more stories from me, and with any luck, more reviews from my wonderful readers. So, until we meet again,

Peace