A/N: I have been wanting to continue this for a while. It's nothing special, but I enjoyed writing it.

I know nothing about Martha's Vineyard , so imagine my surprise when I look at Google Maps and notice there are no "good" beaches anywhere near Flying Horses location. So, if you know the place, just ignore the actual geography.

Once again, I do not own the characters involved.

"Harry Potter is dead."

My eyes opened slowly. Ugh! Why was it so bright? Why could I not move my arms and legs? They felt so, heavy.

"Sally! He's waking up!"

Grover? What is my best friend doing here?

"Oh thank God! We didn't think you were going to wake," her voice broke ever so slightly.

I groaned as my mother crushed me with a hug.

Wait, they didn't think I was going to wake up?

"Perce you gave us quite a scare. A coma for 9 days, way to be dramatic buddy."

I could hear Grover trying to lighten the mood, but wait a second… coma? 9 days?

My eyes adjust enough that I can start to make out the room from through my mother's brown hair. Monitors, beeping machines, white divider curtain, TV bolted to the wall playing Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2… shit, I was in a hospital.

"What.. what happened?" I barely croak out the question. My mouth is dry and my voice just did not want to cooperate.

My mother, bless her, got me a cup of water to which I drained in a single gulp.

"Honey, you were hit by a car crossing Lake Avenue. Were you going to Flying Horses?"

I got hit by a car? Why couldn't I remember that? Last thing I remember was holding Annabeth's hand on the carousel. Wait, if I got hit by a car. Oh no, where's Annabeth?

My eyes got wide with fear, "Where's Annabeth? She didn't get hit too? I was going to take her to lunch at Lobsterville."

My mom showed me a small smile. I know that smile. She used it disarmingly and it meant I was about to hear something I probably did not want to hear.

"Who is Annabeth?" I hear Grover ask before my mother can open her mouth.

"The girl I was with. Long blonde hair, curly in a ponytail. Piercing grey eyes. Smile that lights up a moonless night. We just rode the carousel."

I looked between Grover and my mom. They were giving each other worried looks. The silence dragged on seemingly forever until my mom spoke.

"Percy, you were alone and walking to Flying Horses. You never got there."

Over the next 2 days, I learned Grover had been called by mom to come up and cheer me up. He arrived the day I got hit. I felt terrible that he came up here to 'break me out of my funk' and all I ended up doing was lying on a hospital bed unconscious for over a week. Some friend I ended up being. He laughed pretty hard when I told him that.

I did find out from Paul that Annabeth is real. He told me he had seen a girl matching my description a few times when he was watching the beach from the house. Hearing that i let out a too audible breath of relief to which I immediately backpedaled from. I remembered the engagement ring, but also how beautiful she was and how easily we clicked sitting there in the waves. I definitely have a pretty sizable crush on her. I didn't know whether to smile or curl up in a ball. Luckily I go home tonight, so tomorrow morning I'm parking myself by the water and waiting for her.

"Idiot, she has a fiancé," I mumble to myself, "just go back inside before you embarrass yourself."

Really I don't see how I could anymore than standing on the beach with crutches, my left arm in a sling, and a brace on my right knee. Fortunately the car that hit me wasn't going fast, so my injuries were just a couple sprains, cuts, and bruises. The only reason it seemed so bad was the fact my head hit the asphalt first.

Ut oh. My heart stops. I see what looks to be Annabeth jogging up the beach about a quarter mile from me. Fight or flight reflexes start to kick in.

Flight wins apparently as I hobble as fast as I can towards the beach house.

"Percy? Is that you? Are you alright?" The voice was riddled with shock.

I stop moving and feel my skin get all clammy. The blonde goddess saw me. I honestly did not expect her to remember me.

"Err… Hi," I really didn't know what to say. I'll facepalm myself later.

She swats a stray curl out of her face. The silence between us is getting a little too awkward to handle.

"Percy," Her soft voice tails off, "What happened to you?"

"I played chicken with a car apparently," I shrugged.

"Oh God. So that's why I haven't seen you for a while."

She was looking for me?

"I suppose."

Groan. Get out of here before you truly embarrass yourself.

"Why are you out on the sand with crutches?"

"I was looking for someone."

"Did you find them?"

Ugh. I was hoping she wouldn't ask, but I stupidly told her the truth.

"I don't know," I shrugged again, "I think what I was looking for was just a daydream."

"Why would you say that?" She stepped closer to me.

"Annabeth," I sighed, "Did you ever have a moment in your life where everything comes together perfectly? Like the whole world just stopped for a few minutes and it was only you and that other person," I stopped for a second not believing that I was bearing my soul to her, "Where you perfectly fit with someone else, but then you find that it was all a lie. That what you felt could never happen."

"No," she took another step closer.

I must have let a grimace slip through my mask of calm because she took a half step back and had hurt in her eyes. Why would she be hurt? "No?"

"No," she stepped closer. Now there was no space between us. What was she doing? "Because there was no lie involved. Well that's not entirely true, so I guess I should come clean."

"Come clean?"

"Yes," she was staring into my eyes before her eyes flicker a little lower. The last thing I expected to see was the blonde haired angel Annabeth to place her hand on right forearm, squeeze gently, and raise herself up on her toes to kiss me. After a few seconds the shock wore off, and I was kissing her back. My mind went blank until I remembered the ring and pulled back.

"No, your fiancé," I backpedaled away quickly, "You're engaged."

"Percy," She matched my steps, "I bought that so that guys would not hit on me when I'm running on the beach," she took off the ring and put it in my hand, "I started to come after you that day when I realized why you got weird. I couldn't find you. I've been jogging past here everyday. I almost gave up hope until I saw you today."

"But.. uh," dignified Perseus. Very dignified.

She laughed a hearty, full bodied laugh, "I am not messing with you Percy. I like you and have not been able to get you out of my mind. I know you feel the same, I can see it in your eyes."

I just smiled and leaned down to kiss her.

"Seaweed brain," she mumbles into the kiss and I grin.

So there's that. I apologize for the horrible fanfiction cliche of Percy being in a car crash/coma. I couldn't think of a convincing vehicle to explain away the engagement ring.

I hope you all enjoyed the read. As of right now I have no plans for a part 3, but who knows.

Stealth Note: I've gotten a couple questions regarding when Percy got hit and why I didn't show it. Thing is, I did. Remember in the first part when he had that tingling when he crossed the street. Yep, that was his mind going into dream mode after being hit. Ya'll probably thought it was throwaway line.