What If We Don't Make It?
"What if we don't make it?" she asked, as she gazed at the scorching ground, smoke rising to a ceiling she couldn't see.
"We will."
"But what if we don't?" Percy looked at her, his eyes searching hers.
"Well, if we don't," he said, grabbing her hand. "Can I ask you something then?" Annabeth creased her eyebrows, curious, and nodded. He knelt down on one knee and Annabeth almost choked.
"I didn't think I would ever fall so hard for someone," he said. "But I have, and I can't stop it. I knew when I hit rock bottom that I wanted to be with you for the rest of my life. So, would you marry me, Annabeth Chase?"
Annabeth was stunned, speechless. Admittedly, she'd thought about this moment once or twice, but she never thought it would ever happen. They were seventeen, after all. But she spared a quick glance at the hell, literally, they were stuck in and she realized that she will probably not go to a bar when she's 21, get married on the beach, have two kids, and then have grandkids when her hair is grey. She would probably die before she got the first taste of liquor. She looked into Percy's sea green eyes.
"I do. More than anything," she smiled. Percy beamed and kissed her. They immediately told Bob. Who better to marry them than a Titan? Annabeth smiled to herself. She never thought she'd ever get married in Tartarus. That's not what most teenage girls dream about, but she had Percy and that was enough.
Once Piper and Jason finally got them on the Argo II and Leo hauled ass as fast he could, Annabeth and Percy shared a glance. They both nodded in silent agreemant. Nobody had to know they had a pair of newlyweds on board.