A/N: sup, y'all. This song is Set Fire to the Third Bar, by Snow Patrol, ft. Martha Wainwright. Fantastic song, you should all listen to it. I don't own it, nor do I own PJO.

Feel free to rewrite this, I know it's terrible. PM me or leave a review and I'll read it!

I find the map and draw a straight line

Over rivers, farms, and state lines

The distance from here to where you'd be

It's only finger-lengths that I see

Jason explained his theory about how if he was here, then Hera had some exchange program going on. Which meant that Percy was at Camp Jupiter. Which was in California. Which was across the world.

Too far.

When he was here, it was hard enough being ten feet from him, let alone separated by the entire country.

After our discussion, I sprinted to my cabin. I tore down the map off my wall, grabbed a sharpie, and plopped down on my bed. I drew a thin line of black over America, splitting it in two. I put a star on each end of the line, marking where he was, and where I was.

Too far.

If I can't see him, he's too far away.

I touch the place

Where I'd find your face

My fingers in creases

Of distant dark places

Subconsciously, my fingers found my lips. I felt the soft breath from my nose on my knuckles. I needed to feel him. Any trace that we ever touched there. I ran my fingers over my face, where he ran his thumb, the back of his hand.

Too far.

My other hand ran down my torso, where he wrapped his arms around me. I moved my hand to my arm where he held me steady. Up to my neck where he cradled his head. Along my jaw, kisses, the back of my neck, fingers. Then finally, I moved it to my heart, where he touched me the most.

I hang my coat up in the first bar

There is no peace that I've found so far

The laughter penetrates my silence

As drunken men find flaws in science

It was raining during dinner. Zeus must have been pissed, because it only happened once or twice a year. I looked up. My own tears threatened to join that of the sky's. No shoulder to cry on this time.

Too far.

My helpful shoulder was across America.

After dinner, I walked to Thalia's tree. I hung my raincoat in some of the lower branches so it formed a sort of tent over my head. I still couldn't believe it.

I heard laughter carried by the wind from the campfire. It broke the silence around me, and I sighed, leaning my head against the rough bark.

Their words, mostly noises

Ghosts with just voices

Your words in my memory

Are like music to me

I didn't hear any real conversations, or words. It was just a constant rabble, like the spirits in the fields of Asphodel. Or, for those of you who aren't demigods, it was like at school in the cafeteria. No actual words stood out, just sound. Words.

He said words to me when I cried. He held me in his arms under the water, and whispered soothing words.

The memory calms me down, and I hear his voice ringing in my head. He's not here though.

I'm miles from where you are

I lay down on the cold ground

And I, I pray that something picks me up

And sets me down in your warm arms

Too far. He's too far away. I need to be there with him.

Subconsciously, I fell over on my side, my curls splayed across the wet ground. I felt the colds seep into me.

Please. Zeus, Poseidon, Athena, even Hera. Let me be with him. Just for a minute. I want to kiss him, hug him, touch him. Just feel that he's there. Everyone claims he's alive, but I need to know for myself.

He's too far.

After I have traveled so far

We'd set the fire to the third bar

We'd share each other like an island

Until exhausted, close our eyelids

Finally.

After who knows how many months of waiting, we're almost there. Jason said another five minutes before the camp was in sight, then ten minutes to land.

Still too far….

Bump.

"Ahoy!" Leo yelled when we had finally landed. Jason walked down the narrow plank that was our walkway followed closely by Piper.

There he was. I completely forgot what our plan was.

Screw this.

I vaulted over them, barely missing the top of Jason's head. The Romans and a Greek all looked pretty startled. A tall, blonde, gangly kid reached for his weapon and stood in front of me. He aimed the golden dagger at my face.

I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, please," I muttered. I swatted it away from my face, and he looked surprised, like you have the audacity to touch my slicey tool?

Yes, yes I do.

I marched past him, and straight up to Percy. I let the scowl drop off my face, replaced by a grin that stretched my mouth further than I thought possible.

It may not have been the best idea to attack his lips in front of the Romans, but if they were going to kill me, at least I had a happy last moment.

He wrapped his arms around my waist as I simultaneously wrapped mine around his neck. He picked me up so that we were level.

We both pulled away, breathless. Breathe deeply, Annabeth, I reminded myself. I went in for another kiss, this time more gentle, less needy.

Leo broke the tension with a wolf-whistle. The Roman's hard façade shattered, and soon they were all talking to Jason, Piper, Leo. A couple came to smack Percy on the back.

We ignored them all, just kept each other as close as possible without being totally inappropriate.

I closed my eyes at some point.

Finally close.

And dreaming, pick up from

The last place we left off

Your soft skin is weeping

A joy you can't keep in

That night, I snuck to Percy's cabin… barracks, whatever, and knocked quietly on the door. It immediately opened, and there he was… shirtless. I tried to avert my eyes, I really did, but it was kind of hard. I resisted the urge to ask him if he'd been working out.

He led me inside; I climbed into his queen-sized bed and snuggled in. There wasn't anyone else in here. Lucky bastard, I had to sleep with all my brothers and sisters.

He climbed in next to me, and I fit my head into the crook of his neck. He wrapped a protective arm around me, and I tilted my head up. He leaned towards me and kissed the tip of my nose, then my lips.

Tears sprung to my eyes, and he immediately pulled away, asking what was wrong. I didn't answer, merely grinned and cuddled closer- if that was possible. He shook his head gently and muttered something about crazy hormonal girls.

I'm miles from where you are

I lay down on the cold ground

And I, I pray that something picks me up

And sets me down in your warm arms

I was finally with my Seaweed Brain again.

I'm miles from where you are

I lay down on the cold ground

And I, I pray that something picks me up

And sets me down in your warm arms

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