Repetition

"Hurry up, Solace! Lee isn't going to wait forever!" Abigail called impatiently.

The wind blew some of her light brown hair into her eyes, & she brushed it away. She looked annoyed, although her stormy grey eyes betrayed her amusement.

"Relax, Abby, we planned for this. We're early, remember?" Will reminded her.

"Right," said Abigail. "What kept you, anyway?"

"You'll think I'm crazy if I tell you," replied Will.

Abigail rolled her eyes. "We live at a camp filled with people who are half ancient Greek god, along with a bunch of satyrs and monsters. Our archery teacher is half horse. Try me, William."

"I just had this weird mental image pop into my head," Will began, "a girl about our age, maybe a little older, with blonde hair and grey eyes, dressed in 18th century boys' clothes. She was calling over her shoulder to me, like you."

"Weird indeed," agreed Abigail. "Did she say Lee was waiting, like I did?"

"No, that wouldn't make sense," Will replied. "She said something like 'Hurry up, Will, Joseph brought another new camper!'"

"Joseph is our tree's name," observed Abigail.

Will rolled his eyes. "I know that Abby."

"Weird," repeated Abigail. "Well, come on, Will. Lee is still waiting for us."

They started walking again. Will shouted to his brother, "Hey Fletcher! Wait for us!"

Several years later, Will was injured in the Battle of the Labrynth. Abigail found him leaning against a tree.

"Will?" she said, kneeling next to him. "Are you alright?" She started to stand. "I'm going to get one of your siblings."

His hand found hers. "Stay," he whispered.

"But Will, you're hurt," Abigail said. "You need help."

"Please stay, Abby," Will pleaded.

"Alright," she replied. But she called one of his brothers over to them. "Heal him," she ordered.

The boy did as he was told, then walked away to help other injured campers.

"Don't scare me like that, Will Solace," said Abigail shakily, pulling her friend into a tight embrace.

"What?" replied Will.

"I had this horrible feeling… Like we'd been here before. Like something horrible would happen if I didn't get you help. Almost… almost like it's happened before," Abigail explained.

"I know the feeling," Will said, thinking back to Abigail's most recent fall off the lava climbing wall.

"I can't lose you, Will. For some reason, I feel like I already have but got you back somehow. Part of me can't help feeling like you're gonna die or something," Abigail continued.

Will put a hand on her shoulder. "I'm alright Abby. We'll just be careful and we'll survive being teenagers. We'll be fine."

Abigail breathed slowly. "Yeah. We'll be fine."

A year later, they were fighting again. This time, it was the final battle of the Titan War.

"Abby? Abby! Abby, where are you?" Will called frantically. He had just lost another sibling - he was now the leader for the Apollo cabin. Maybe Abby isn't here, he thought. But no, she had to be. Everyone she wasn't, she was -

"Will?" her weak voice responded. He looked in the direction her voice was coming from. There she was, bloody, pale and weak, lying on a couch. But she was there, however badly injured. She was alive. And as long as she was alive, he could help her.

"Abby, you're hurt," he observed unnecessarily.

She laughed. It was ragged sounding, and she stopped quickly, holding her arm across her stomach and chest in pain. But any positive sound from her made Will want to sing. "Obviously," she replied. "You're a… healer, aren't you? …Heal me."

He gladly did so. When he was done, she still wasn't in the best shape - they had limited supplies, after all - but she certainly looked better.

"The others need you, Will," Abigail told him.

"Huh?"

"The leaders have been calling you for like two minutes now," Abigail explained.

"I don't want to leave you alone over here," he said.

She rolled her eyes. "I'll be fine. You're the best healer in Cabin 7. They need you."

"I don't like this, Abby," he responded as he stood up.

"You never like my brilliant ideas," Abigail said with a smile.

When he returned, she sat up, a look of concern on her face. "Will, you look pale. Are you alright? You didn't overstretch yourself again, did you?"

He sat down next to her. "A lot of people got hurt, Abby."

"Don't hurt yourself helping them. You're no good to the injured if you can't even take care of yourself," she reminded him.

After not nearly enough time, the fighting was to resume. Will wanted Abigail to stay behind, but she refused.

"Abby, I-" he began.

"Don't like this," she finished, rolling her eyes again. "Get over it, Will. I'm not leaving your side."

Will was secretly relieved that they wouldn't be separated again.

"Ugh," Abigail said to announce her presence in the Apollo Cabin.

"I suppose you want me to ask what's wrong," commented Will.

"Little Annie's so preoccupied with the search for her boyfriend that I've had to unofficially take over leadership duties with Malcom," Abigail complained.

"And what's wrong with being in charge?" asked Will.

"Oh, Will, you know how much I hate this stuff. That's why I was so happy to give Annie my job when she turned 12!"

"If you hated it so much, why did you hold onto the position for a year?"

Abigail rolled her eyes. "At 11, Annabeth wasn't ready for the job. We decided that the wisest course of action was for me, the eldest, to take the job until Annie, the camper who'd been here the longest, was ready for it."

"And at 12, she was mature enough to be cabin leader?"

"You know she was." Abigail sighed. "Anyway, she's really busy looking for Percy, so Mal and I get all the dull jobs."

Will chuckled. "It's not so bad. And it isn't permanent. She's borrowing our flying chariot right now - said she had a lead. Maybe it'll all be over soon."

"Maybe," Abigail repeated hopefully.

Later that day, after Annabeth, Butch & the three new demigods they'd found had crash-landed & Will had finished showing Leo around, Will and Abigail met up outside the Athena cabin.

"Annabeth is disappointed," Abigail told Will. "She's trying her best to hide it, but I can tell."

"She seemed pretty openly irked when I saw her," agreed Will.

"I guess that means this stupid being in charge thing isn't over yet," Abigail complained.

Will laughed. "While that's still hapening, consider chastising your sister for crashing our chariot?"

Abigail punched his shoulder lightly. "That would not be wise, Will."

"Probably not, with the state she's been in since Percy disappeared," replied Will. That was when they reached their unspoken destination. They sat down and leaned against the 200-year-old tree with the little sign next to it.

"Have you ever wondered why this tree has a name?" asked Abigail, staring at the sign. "But, you know, isn't a dryad's home?"

"I always thought it was a satyr a long time ago that became a tree when it died," replied Will. "Joseph would've been the satyr's name."

"Maybe," Abigail responded. "I bet Chiron knows. We can ask later."

They asked before dinner, and it turned out that Will was right.

When Piper was claimed, Abigail had to whack Will on the side of the head to stop him from staring. "You'd think that after eight years at camp, you'd be used to this, Solace," Abigail said with a laugh. "She's like 15 - she'd be off limits even if she didn't have her eye on Jason."

"I'm not staring, what are you talking about?" asked Will.

Abigail smirked. "I never actually said you were."

Will and Abigail grew up.

They went to college.

They fell in love & danced together at each others' weddings.

Abigail became a mother.

Will became a father.

They both became godparents (Abigail to Will's children and Will to Abigail's).

They lived next door to each other and their spouses eventually grew accustomed to their closeness.

Their children were best friends - particularly Abigail's son Billy and Will's daughter Gail. They took after their parents like that.

As they aged, Will and Abigail would have conversations that felt almost like deja vu:

"Abby, where in Hades did you go?"

"I like to think I'm not dead, Will."

"Beth got onto her school's baseball team!"

"Abby… she's a girl."

"What's your point? Girls can play baseball. Plus when you first met me, you thought I was a boy. Further proof that you can't judge."

Sometimes Abigail would remember images of an 18th century boy with red hair and freckles, or a 19th century one with messy brown hair and green eyes that made her sad just remembering them, or a boy from the '40s with black hair and concerned brown eyes.

Will often recalled the girl with the blonde hair in the wrong clothes, and the perpetually unkempt looking girl with the mischievous brown eyes, and the girl with the short hair and the determined expression.

Each of these 6 people had a voice. They would each whisper "I'll miss you" in a weak, scared, hurt sounding way that haunted Will and Abigail's nightmares for their whole lives - not that they ever told anyone but each other.

Needless to say, Abigail and Will stayed close for the rest of their lives (and for all eternity after that).

A/N - Part four is up! You could arguably consider this the last part. But I'm also doing an epilogue of sorts, to be called "Blessed", and considering a series of short oneshots about the not featured adventures of the various Wills and Abbys. Or maybe other historical demigods. I'm not sure yet.