Hey, I'm back, read the first review and was like "shoosh yeahhh!" not quite sure where it came from, but hell, what else is new? ANYWAY, here's my next additioonn. read and review, pal.

Please, this chapter has been inspired by the song "Stop crying your heart out" by oasis. I cried while writing this. Listen to it while reading. You'll tear up. D'":

Disclaimer: I do not, no matter how much luck or love I am struck with by the gods, own PJO&co. That's a lucky texan...

Heroes' Love

Annabeth's POV~oh yeahC:

Oh shit. I thought. I. Just. Caught. Him. Staring.

I know, I know, you're probably looking for a medic—Since when does Annabeth get self-conscious? It could be the Titans...this is pretty intense. I bet that's what you're thinking.

But, no. It wasn't the Titans—cue sigh of relief—it was my damn heart! I turned my head, thinking I was cool and all, you know, catching a glance at my boyfriend (tingles inside my belly) and I notice his stare.

I wasn't sure they had a deep enough color of red my face was so hot. We turned to our tables quickly. I noticed his blush. I noticed EVERYTHING.

I first looked at his hair. It was black and sorta long. His bangs bounced lightly off of his eyebrows when he walked. His tan skin—tan from the sun—oh gods, his tan skin! He wasn't...buff. He was lean. He had to be about five ten, four inches taller than me. His lips were salty—but not in a bad way! They were salty in I'm-gonna-make-you-wanna-take-a-dip-in-the-sea way. And damn, I wanted to swim in the sea after I first kissed his full lips. It was amazing. It was great. It was the time when I almost lost him.

I had to go there. I just caught my Son-of-Poseidon boyfriend staring at me and yet I couldn't forget the most terrifying two weeks of my life. I knew where he was: Ogygia. With Calypso.

It took me two years to stop having nightmares about that eruption.

Chiron—curse him!—cleared his throat, breaking me out of my reverie. I shook my head slightly, shaking the thoughts away for now.

Chiron congratulated all of the campers—survivors and the dead who were hopefully listening—on our teamwork and success in the war that ended two days ago. I only paid attention when I heard him announce my name.

"Annabeth Cha—Okay, I won't use your last name. Please stop with the look. Thank you. Come on up here and tell us what you wish be put in the memory box for the war." Chiron told me, speaking over the whispers. I heard some kid at Apollo's table say something like, 'Just wait until they realize Percy's cabin is empty except for him. After they realize that, then we will tease.' With all that pride in his 'plan' you would've thought he was a child of Athena—like me. Clarisse was snickering at Chiron yelling at me.

I walked up and stood next to him. He gave me a look like, 'well, what is it?' and I returned it was a 'what the hell did you want me to bring up? You gave me no warning!'

"Go on, Annabeth, tell us what you have planned." He encouraged. I was still in a half-out-of-it phase from my reverie. I glanced around at my fellow campers. My eyes settled on one.

Percy Jackson, Son of Poseidon, Seaweed Brain and my love. His eyes twinkled. They were deep green, like the deep parts of the sea. I never really saw the deep sea, but I heard a girl from the Aphrodite's cabin explain them that way. I decided to take her word for it, no matter how angry I was for her saying that. I was fourteen at the time, and confused. Very confused about Percy.

He nodded his head slightly, approving of the thoughts I knew he knew I thought. Surviving near death experiences and going to hell and back (literally) with someone can make you understand them.

The moment lasted an instant. I turned towards my family, the Athena cabin gave me thumb ups.

"Percy Jackson," I called, causing the Apollo kid to snicker along with Clarisse—who, unfotunately, caught me kissing—more like making-out—with Percy behind the pavilion before breakfast. She muttered something about losing her appetite and warning us not to ruin her lunch. My heart leaped a little, watching him stand up, looking at me questionably from his table.

"Get over hear, Seaweed Brain. Do I have to spell it out?" I asked, feigning anger. He responded with what sounded like, "I still wouldn't understand". He jogged over, his hair bouncing off his forehead. Kids chuckled at my usual bosiness. Boyfriend or not, he was still a Seaweed Brain.

Gorgeous.

He came up, put his arm around my waist and grinned towards the campers.

"Stop it! Can't I just enjoy one meal today?" Clarisse grumbled from the Ares table. Percy was used to making remarks to her.

"I'll stop whenever you stop sneaking into Chris' cabin before we all go to lunch," he retaliated. The couple mentioned turned very red, which made Percy grin with satisfaction. Campers howled with laughter.

"When this 'congratulating' and 'after war' stuff is over, I'll pound you, Jackson." Clarisse promised.

"Anyway," I said, sounding harsh. "Percy and I—we would like to offer...items from the lost ones.. Lee Fletcher's bow. Casper's secret grape plant in his cabin. Michael Yew's bow as well... Silena and Charlie's picture to—"My voice faltered. My throat was tightening up. So much love between those two. So much... "together. We should honor these heroes. So many words can be said, but only few can be voiced." I ended. I didn't end because I was finshed, I ended it because a few tears were rolling down my cheeks.

They were so young. They had so much ahead in their lives to do. Lee, Michael and Casper had yet to fall in love—as far as I knew. Silena and Beckendorf—they had so much going for them. Charlie was accepted into college. Silena was planning another year at the camp.

There was no doubt that they would spend the rest of their life together. They were supposed to fight till death in each other's arms. They were supposed to get married, have kids, raise them and live life.

So much love...

Percy tightened his grip around my waist. I was openly crying now, tears cascading down my cheeks. I hadn't done this since I thought Percy was gone...

"What Annabeth is trying to say is, they will never be forgotten. Their love for the camp—their love for all of you—still lives. Their deaths proved their love for all of you...for each other." Percy's eyes were tearing up. I rarely saw this—even as his best friend. Many campers—mostly from the Aphrodite, Hephaestus, and Apollo cabins—were either tearing up or crying. Even Clarisse was crying. Chiron hid his tears.

"Let us always remember these heroes. The ones who fought with us. The ones we lost. The ones we love. Let us never forget the campers that sacrificed everything for love." He finished, one tear falling down his cheek. Everyone was giving hugs, crying or sniffling. I turned towards Percy and before I could do anything, he grabbed me fiercely around the waist, buried his head in my hair and sobbed.

Even Percy Jackson, the invincible, cried. I held his head, patting it and cried with him.

I hoped, somewhere in Elysium, those heroes received our message. A hero's love can last even past death.

Waterworks just from rereading that. Ah, expect next chap soon. review, please.

love, AJ121