Annabeth

Annabeth gulped as she glanced at the thin middle aged lady in black tinkering with pieces of gold. They were going to put a semi solid ring on her finger so she could never remove it. Annabeth had asked what one would do if they wished to be divorced. Anastasia, the short and plump lady from before, had tusked at her and had said that the ring would be heated on her fingers which would seriously burn more than it had while putting it on. That had made Annabeth think about her impending marriage again but in the end she had refused to back out. If she didn't marry him, the widows won't let Percy stay. And Annnabeth knew that with those guards on alert it would be death for him... or capture and torture for certain. She could stand a little burn if that saved his life. After all he had saved her's so many times. To be honest she would have been a defiled and scarred mess if it had not been for him.

She looked around at the empty church. It was a small one with about half as many pews as the members of that compound, i.e., about ten (pews). All the pews faced the big cross and the paintings of baby Jesus and Jesus the shepherd. There were two big windows with glass paintings of Gabriel and Michael facing each other. The roof was conical, strangely, making Annabeth think about the insides of an ice cream cone.

There was a small wooden table in front of the cross with the holy bible and a silver goblet full of wine.

A nun now stood there with a marriage register and an ink pen. Her cool dark eyes assessed them as they took turns signing. Percy signed first. He did it hastily and quickly and jerked his hand away from the pen as if it's metal had been burning too. Annabeth as well, hesitated before signing. She stared at Percy's neat cursive and felt a little bit embarrassed for her simple signature. Next they signed their marriage certificates.

After that came the turn of the infamous vows.

She showed them the vows and pointed at what they would have to say,

Then in a very stern voice she started the ceremony. Annabeth tried to hear every single word she said. She tried her best but it was pretty useless. Percy was staring at her... he was looking at her openly, his eyes burning green, his mouth set in a straight line. He was wearing the same things from earlier, there was no fancy tux or polished shoes or even hair gel for him.

But oh lords! He could have still passed for 2015's most sensational and totally hot groom. She wondered what he would have been if he was born in her time. Most probably a celebrity, a Hollywood sweetheart with lots of fans and an overly bad reputation. Vera would have been a big fan of his and howled her to his shows and she would have chided her little sister for liking an egomaniac, not that he lacked any amount of ego as his present self, and their paths would have never crossed. But he would have been free, free from all those tragedies and would have smiled, really smiled. And though Annabeth would have pretended to find him distasteful but secretly, she would have fallen in love with him, specially with his ocean of eyes.

A single tear threatened to fall from her eye as the bitter-sweet image of the future unfolded before her. She looked him up from his hastily laced boots to his black pants to his ridiculously strong chest and arms. She even memorized that blue vein that started from his right wrist and went up to his neck. She remembered the scars on his neck and realized that he would have more of them, maybe even under his shirt. All this she would have missed if they had belonged to her future. He wouldn't have been the same. His scars made him who he was and Annabeth wanted to see them, she wanted to see them all.

She was in love with him.

And though she wanted to save him from the noble guards in the forest, the bigger, more selfish part of her wanted to claim him, mark him as her own. That was why she was marrying him.

But she loved him.

And she had never felt such naked desire or selfishness before. With Luke everything had been tame, calm and nice. She had always thought she wasn't ready for more but truth to be told she didn't want anything more from Luke.

But with Percy she wanted it all. And if she didn't get her way she would become a really nasty, greedy female antagonist from every high school drama. She knew it with a certainty that she wouldn't be good. She never had been. After all she had wanted to murder Luke for deceiving her, not because she had loved him but because she had simply trusted him.

So she wouldn't be good if she didn't get Percy because... god! He made her heart lurch by simply standing in front of her. But she had no idea if it were even possible, if he were ever to be hers.

With a slight finger Percy rubbed her cheek just below her eye. Annabeth hadn't realized that she had shed a tear. Neither had she realized that the nun had stopped speaking and now it was their turn to say the vows.

He glanced once at the sheet of paper and then back into Annabeth's eyes.

"I,Percy Jackson, take you, Annabeth, to be my wife , to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part."

He had at least glanced thrice at the paper while still managing to be smooth.

Annabeth didn't need the paper. She had recorded and sealed his words in her mind and could have said them back even hundred years from that moment.

"I,Annabeth Chase, take you, Perseus Jackson, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part."

A small ghost of a smile formed at his lips when she finished. And she wondered if she had ever seen him smile before. She hadn't. Her heart swelled at that. Had she made him smile just now? Or was he just amused over something. Maybe Annabeth's ridiculously big brown skirt and white blouse made her look a little bit too funny.

But when she gazed back into his eyes she got the strangest feeling that those burning orbs gave away just a little bit of what he was truly feeling... happiness possibly?

"Bring forth the rings Samantha!"

The nun waved at the thin women who walked up to them and set down the burning hot rings on the table. She first turned to Annabeth and asked in a surprisingly warm voice, her brown eyes shining with joy,

"Your name Dearie!?"

"A-Annabeth. Annabeth Chase."

The women nodded and silently engraved the letters of Annabeth's name in beautiful cursive as she handed the ring over to Annabeth. Annabeth looked at Samantha, a little confused, shouldn't the groom go first?

"Go on Dear! In this compound ladies always come first!"

At that thought Annabeth laughed a little as she slid the ring into Percy's ring finger. He sucked in a sharp breath as the hot metal touched his skin. Annabeth agreed that the metal had been hot but she had released it too quickly to get really burned.

Next Samantha turned to Percy and raised her eyebrow at him.

"Percy Jackson." He said in an indifferent tone. He was liking the widows as much as they were liking him.

"I just heard the girl call you Perseus Jackson." The nun glared at him from behind Samantha.

"Fine. Perseus Jackson."

The nun gave him another heated look before saying, "Your complete name?"

They stared at each other for a long moment. Percy's green eyes warring with the Nun's bespectacled black ones.

"Um..."

Annabeth cleared her throat, trying to break the tension. Percy jerked away from the nun's line of sight and looked a little guilty for have ignored Annabeth.

"Perseus Romulus Jackson, the third."

He grumbled.

Samantha's eyes lit up as Annabeth's went quiet wide.

"A prince of the old nation!"

He didn't look at her, or at Samantha as he took the ring from her and slipped it into Annabeth's waiting ring finger.

Annabeth ignored the dull pain rising up from her finger. Perseus Romulus the Third was standing in front of her? Had been with her all along? Was marrying her? She couldn't believe it. According to her books all of the prince and princesses of the old empire were slaughtered by the new king. She couldn't believe that she was standing there, proving her books wrong. She wondered how many more mysteries were there, that the historians of her time didn't know about?

Just the thought of that made her giddy and right then, she realized how she had been wasting her time! There was so much to explore! She was living in history, she might as well see it.

"Now you may kiss the bride!"

Samantha clapped happily as the nun glared at her for stealing her line.

Annabeth looked over at Percy. He had gone really rigid and stiff. Annabeth saw the beginnings of pink in his ears and a wicked thought came over her. With a crooked foxy smile, she placed her hands on his shoulder and pushed herself on her heels and kissed him.

Annabeth stared at the blank ceiling.

Percy had offered to sleep under the bed. Most of the small room was covered by it. But Annabeth had refused right away. She had told him that someone breathing under her bed would royally creep her out. And it really would have and she wouldn't have been able to sleep. But having someone breath beside her on the fourposter wasn't making her feel anymore sleepy than she had been a few hours ago while running from the guards.

Percy had his back towards her but she knew that he wasn't asleep. He was a little too stiff for that. She raised her hand above her face and inspected her finger in the dull candle light. The words 'Persues Romulus Jackson, the third' took up the entire circumference of the ring.

Heat laced her face when she remembered how she had kissed him. It had only been a peck on his lips but still... she wondered if she would regret being so forward and if that was the reason he had not uttered a word yet and pretended to sleep.

But just as the thoughts escaped her mind she felt the bed slightly shift beneath her. Annabeth peeked towards him and found that he had raised himself on an elbow and was looking at her. She quickly shifted her gaze back towards the ceiling. Heat coursed through her body as her cheeks reddened. She could feel his eyes on her, burning through her skin and making her hot... a little too much hot for a cold night.

"What is the future like?"

He whispered quietly, as if they were sharing mortal secrets.

Annabeth grinned at that and turned on her side to face him. She quirked her chin up in mock defiance,

"If I tell you then I'd have to kill you."

Percy's answering smile was wicked and blinding,

"Try me."

Annabeth raised her eyebrow,

"What do you want to know?"

His eyes opened wider in wonder as he whispered, "Everything."

Just that slight word made Annabeth's insides tingle. What a word, it was amazing to note how many meanings a single word like that could hold, even if, at the moment, it's meaning was nothing but simple and mundane and... innocent.

After a while when she didn't say anything Percy probed on, shifting closer to her,

"I mean... what happens to Kyte?"

Annabeth took a deep breath, inhaling his trademark seaside smell, before answering,

"Are you sure you want to know? What if the outcome changes if I tell you and-"

She looked away because the next thing she said was now starting to bug her even if she had felt glad about it when she had first ended up there.

"-and I don't really belong here so-"

Percy hooked a finger under her chin and made her face him, Annabeth got startled at their close proximity, if anyone of them moved any further their lashes could literally touch. And if Annabeth had ever thought Percy's eyes were beautiful... she had been understating it's beauty, his eyes were unnatural, a perfect blend of cool green with stormy, swirling blue...

His long thick lashes created shadows on his smooth, angular cheek bones and that blue nerve on his neck looked more prominent under the yellowish glow of the candles.

"You know that's not such a bad thing."

His warm breath caressed Annabeth's cheek as they stared into each other's eyes.

"Everything here is so bland... so colorless that it's almost depressing but-"

The back of his knuckles gently glided down the side of Annabeth's face, making her heart go crazy and her skin tingle like she had been struck with lightening.

"-but you are so different in the way you talk, laugh, behave even walk..."

At that moment he looked right into her soul and touched her very essence with his eyes.

"I am glad you do not belong here, because you are too beautiful to belong to this ugly warring time."

"Even tough I just disrupt everything where ever I go?"

Annabeth asked without even blinking her eyes.

"Yes." Percy smiled, a real smile. His dimples dug into his cheeks startling Annabeth out of her next words, but she asked anyway,

"Even tough I practically ditched you once and made your life a hell lot harder than it would have?"

His smile widened, "Well then make up for it. Tell me about Kyte."

And she did. She told him about how it was a free country in her time. How the noble classes didn't exist anymore. She told him about the voting rights, equality rights, and about the new democratic system of government. Then she told him about her school which surprised him a little and then he asked her about herself.

She shrugged and gave him a brief introduction to her family members, both alive ones and dead ones. She told him about her best friend Silena and about her latest obsession, Charles Beckendorf. But she stopped short when one name jumped out of her mouth without her even realizing it.

"Who's Luke?"

Percy's brilliant smile turned into a frown as his eyebrows furrowed together.

Annabeth quickly shook her head, she was enjoying this... whatever it was and didn't want her ex-boyfriend to ruin it.

"Nobody really. Just a loser."

Annabeth cringed at her own bitter voice. The skeptical look Percy gave her was enough for her to understand that he wasn't going to drop it.

Annabeth sighed before spilling the beans,

"He was my boyfriend before I... well, got zapped here, back in time."

She looked down at her fingers tied in an angry knot around Percy's shirt-hem. She stared at her white knuckles as she continued,

"I found him... with another girl and I was so angry I stormed off to school. I saw Leo there... tinkering with his time machine... I think it was malfunctioning, I moved towards it... Leo tried to stop me..."

She remembered his frantic expressions as she had closed in towards the time machine. He had wanted to save her... even tough she had practically bullied him all year in the student's council.

"But it was too late." She sighed and looked up, "I was thrown about a century back in time."

Percy's adorable green eyes had been furious but they widened innocently at her last sentence. Annabeth could swear that they were shining with wonder.

Annabeth laughed at that. Her laughter was so hearty that it even surprised her.

"Why are you laughing?"

Percy protested but his smile was playful, his dimples were prominent again. Annabeth still couldn't believe that Grumpy Jackson had cute little dimples.

"Well... It's just that I didn't know you were so adorable."

Percy raised an eyebrow and leaned in closer and whispered, "I'm actually pretty rough."

Annabeth stared him in the eye. He stared back. Slowly and deliberately he lifted her chin up. Annabeth's breath caught in her throat when his soft lips parted hers. Heat spread throughout her bones and pooled in her belly. The first kiss was just that, soft and innocent. Annabeth closed her eyes as they stayed like that for a few moments... and then Percy kissed her again. This time with more urgency.

Annabeth felt her self burning and lighting at the same time as Percy deepened the kiss, pushing her back on the mattress. Annabeth wound her hands around his back, helping him to roll on top of her. She felt her shirt being tucked out as Percy's burning fingers touched the sides of her hip, his thumb gently rubbing the goose bumps off her skin. Annabeth moaned at the contact, her back arching up into Percy. He kissed her yet deeper at that, his hands moving up towards the curve of her breasts. Annabeth gasped.

When they finally pulled apart for catching their breath, Percy pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ears, his whole body heaving with heavy breaths.

At that moment as he stared at her with a burning fever in his gaze, she felt... strong and beautiful... really-really beautiful. And she knew that he felt that too, even before he said it.

"You are beautiful. Fatally so."

Heat flushed through Annabeth and this time she channeled it by placing her open palms against Percy's hard chest and pushing him up. They sat up together, their gazed locked. Annabeth kneeled up and kissed his temple, his cheek, the soft kin of his earlobe. When she kissed the blue nerve in his neck, she felt him gasp against her, his already racing heart quickening against her palms. His reaction maddened her, made her stomach tight with anticipation. So she nibbled down on his neck just to see how he reacted. She was rewarded by a low moan in her ear as he pressed his cheek against hers. Strong claws grasped her shoulder and pulled her from the crook of his neck and before she could catch her breath his lips captured hers again, this time trying their level best to devour her.

Her fingers shaking, she tucked Percy's shirt out of his pants and unbuttoned them, breaking a few in her frenzy. After the last button was off she pushed his shirt off his shoulders. Percy shrugged put of his shirt then his palm came up to her cheeks pulling her closer to him. Ammabeth's hand trembled with lust as she touched his bare skin, felt his strong back, sharp shoulders and the flat planes of his stomach. Annbeth touched ever inch of his chest. She noted that he had very little hair on his body, she couldn't have even guessed that they were there if sh hadn't been touching him. But his back wasn't smooth at all, it was rough... scareed. She traced each of scar with her finger right up to the long ones on the flat of his lower stomach. With each new touch and wandering Percy moaned into their kiss, making Annabeth's skin tingle and more tender. Unlike her, he wasn't too patient with her shirt.

The buttons went flaying as he ripped it apart in one swift move. Annabeth pressed her bare chest against his burning skin as she wrapped her hands around Percy's neck. His hands brushed up her sides and rested back on her hips, pushing her down on the bed as her whole body shivered at his touch.

Annabeth's mind lost track of all coherent thoughts as Percy kissed her jaw. Her breath caught in her throat as his tongue lazily licked the salt off her neck. He bit down hard on her, making sure to leave a mark or two. Annabeth's back arched up, her soft chest pushing against his stone hard ones as she moaned and cried put, her hands slid from his neck to his back. Percy bit her neck again. Making her cry out again from pleasure mingling with pain.

Her mind swam with sensation and her heart thudded hard against her ribs. Percy came up, back to her lips and kissed her again, his tongue salty and coppery with her blood. Annabeth's hands slid further down and tugged at his pants.

Percy froze against her. Pulled away from her and rested his hands on either sides of of her, searching her eyes with his.

Annabeth's mind reeled with confusion. Why did he stop. Was it her?

"Percy?"

She whispered, her voice heavy as she struggled to calm her breathing.

"Shhh."

He whispered back as he leaned down and pressed his lips against her forehead.

"You look exhausted. Sleep."

As soon as he had said that, Annabeth found it quite difficult to keep her eyes open. Sleep rushed through her as the exhaustion of the day caught up with her. She hadn't wanted to stop but she could barely stay awake.

"Don't leave."

She managed to whisper as her lids started to drop.

"Never."

She felt his breath against her cheek as he whispered the words right into her ears. His arms wrapped around her back and pulled her against his chest.

As the candle light flickered and formed shadows against their bare skins, Annabeth finally fell asleep, comfortable for the first time in a bed which was not hers, which was better warmer and far more protective.

Leo

The guard shoved Leo out of the cell. It had been two days. No one had bailed him. He wasn't surprised at that. He was on his own after all. No family, no friends to back him up. And even though people were not rude to him, no one noticed him much in the school either, making him wish that they would be rude at least, making him feel like he existed and wasn't simply a ghost.

And sure enough that person had been the golden girl, the student council president- Annabeth Chase (she was literally golden.) Even tough she had bullied him in the council and everywhere else she saw him, he had liked that. She hadn't considered him invisible.

And now it was his turn to make her visible again. To bring her back to her parents and to safety. And he would do it. He knew he would.

I'm honestly sorry for the long wait but I had exams (They didn't go quiet well.) But stay tuned! I will finish this particular story I swear! Please let me know what you think!