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The Opportunity of a Lifetime

Pairing: Reyna and Annabeth, background Percabeth and Jeyna

Set two years after It's Called College

They hadn't been home from Puerto Rico for two weeks before they were craving the fancy restaurants and grumbling about being stuck in their regular, boring café/bar. Annabeth sat there with Percy and Jason, as Annabeth lead them into a discussion on wedding cakes.

The boys were moving onto their second beer, while Annabeth fiddled with a bottle of water.

Reyna walked hurriedly into the building, still wearing her skirt suit from her meeting, and slid into the booth, kissing Jason on the cheek.

"Rey," Annabeth said. "Did you like the Victoria Sponge Cake with the strawberry or raspberry jam?"

"Oh, strawberry for sure," Reyna replied. Not because she cared which was better, but because Annabeth said it first, so she probably liked it more. The two girls had been spending almost every day with each other. Annabeth could often work from home, and Reyna only really worked in the morning, unless she had a meeting, so they'd gone cake testing, and meal planning. That was when Annabeth couldn't do it with Percy or needed a woman's opinion.

"You're the best," Annabeth determined.

"You spoke too soon," Reyna told her. "So get prepared to say it again."

"What?"

Reyna took a deep breath, grinning and biting her bottom lip. "The meeting I just came from. The show's being taken to New York. Branching out, you know? They bought this huge plot of land and they're looking for architects to build something big, and memorable."

Percy's face fell. Obviously he knew where Reyna was taking this. Annabeth and Jason still looked confused, though.

"Now, they picked their architecture firm thingy last month, and they were telling us a little bit about their hopes for the building," Reyna continued. "I told them I knew someone who could design exactly what we're looking for. After I spent an hour convincing them to give this person a chance, they agreed. They want you to give a presentation of your ideas by the end of next month."

Then Annabeth's face fell. "Wait, what?"

"You're in the running," Reyna said, grinning, "to build a skyscraper in New York. The youngest female architect to build a skyscraper in New York."

Then Percy chimed in. "You always said you wanted to build something to last a thousand years…"

"Are you kidding me?" Annabeth asked, still in shock. "Is this a prank? Am I on camera?"

Reyna just shook her head. "Now say I'm the best again."

"Reyna you're the best!" Annabeth exclaimed. The stood up, around the booth to hug each other and Annabeth's smile was so wide it was almost inconceivable. "Can you three handle the wedding preparations for a couple weeks while I work on designing a building?"

"Of course," the three of them said in unison.

"When I say the three of you, I mean can you two behave and listen to Reyna?" Annabeth added.

"Of course," Jason and Percy said in unison.

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Jason had thought wedding planning would be the three of them sat around writing invitations and getting fitted for suits. He'd only agreed to help because Annabeth had asked, and, as the bride, you did what she said.

He didn't realize it could be so fun.

They were at the point of picking the band, so him, Reyna and Percy spent the next few nights at different gigs and concerts.

Jason and Percy would get drunk on the dance floor but Reyna usually sat at a table, refusing to drink anything but a bottle of water, making a list of important pros and cons of each band that made it into the top five. She'd present those top five to Annabeth, who'd would take a little time away to watch each band before making a decision.

"Reyna," Percy called out over the noise at one concert. "Put on the list: Able to get down and dirty to this band!" He wiggled back onto the dance floor where he and Jason were dancing. Or bobbing up and down on the balls of the feet, which was good enough.

Reyna paused before adding to the cons list, Makes the boys weird…?

"Guys, come on, we got to go," she told them at one point, dragging them off the dance floor.

"Why? We have all night," Jason reminded her.

"Yeah, all night to listen to three more bands," she replied. "Come on!"

Jason and Percy just exchanged a look. "Awesome!"

The next place they went to was a rock concert, where everyone wore ripped clothes and colorful hair. Reyna had worn a blue dress and leather jacket, appropriate for all gigs and concerts. She looked amazing, as always. But he was beginning to get made when the third guy checked out her legs like they were sizing up a piece of meat. The crowd passed around brushes covered with neon paint and glitter and all of them were barely visible in the dark if not for the pink stripes across their faces or the blue pokadots on their arms.

Reyna immediately started taking notes on the band.

"Reyna, dance with me," Jason requested.

"Can't," she replied, finding the nearest seat. "Maid of honor. Got to take notes."

"It's not a good band unless they make you want to dance!" Jason exclaimed, disappearing in the crowd with Percy.

There was a long pause as Reyna thought. He had a point. Plus, she'd noticed the girls checking him out through that tight t-shirt of his, and thought about how good it would feel to dance with him, to rub it in those girls' face that Reyna was the one who got to go home with him.

Eventually she got out of her seat and took one of the green paintbrushes from some girl with dreadlocks and went to find Jason, holding the paintbrush between her teeth. She grinned with she found him and he looked doubtful. "Aren't you supposed to be taking notes?"

She sighed and took the brush out of her mouth. "Do you want to take about the acoustics of the band, or do you want to paint my body?"

"I want to paint your body," he replied, without hesitated.

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The next month, Annabeth met with the board of directors of the New Station Reyna worked at. Her finalized sketch of the building was beautifully drawn, prominent amongst the other skyscrapers of New York.

Because she was a young blonde woman, Annabeth had to really overcompensate when selling her building. Her hair was pulled tightly back in a French twist, as if trying to take notice away from its color and she wore a fitted pant suit. She didn't waver in her speech. She didn't stutter once. One slip could ruin her chances.

She gave a clear, and confident presentation about the beautiful and powerful looking building. "Thank you for listening," she said, afterwards.

All the straight white men in the room clapped as she walked out, confidently. She went straight to Reyna's office, which she only ever used for writing pieces of journalism instead of reading them, which was rare.

When they were alone, Annabeth allowed all the panic out, beginning to freak out, slightly. "I think it went well but I don't know!"

"Annabeth you rehearsed that speech a thousand times," Reyna reassured her. "You nailed it. And your building is way better than your rival's."

Annabeth grinned at the thought.

Not a week later before the board came to a decision. And it was a good one.

Annabeth would officially be the youngest female architect – hell, the youngest architect ever – to build a skyscraper in New York. She had the talent and the experience. Re-designing Olympus hadn't been for nothing. She would build something that lasted for centuries. In the mortal world this time.

They ordered a bottle of champagne to celebrate. Reyna just drank some water, claiming to be the designated driver. Annabeth was distracted by too many details to even think about drinking, so really, the champagne was just for the boys.

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The next week Reyna and Annabeth went dress shopping. They just needed to confirm Annabeth's measurements and start looking at things for the maid of honor.

Reyna stood on a little podium, watching as Annabeth gushed to all the retail workers about her big job opportunity. She smiled at how happy her best friend was.

"You must be glad for her," said the woman who was adjusting the silk straps of the long blue gown. "A great achievement and a wedding coming up. You must be busy playing the role of supportive best friend as she starts getting stressed.

Reyna laughed slightly. "Well I'm happy for her, I'll say that."

"Maybe the groom will have to be there for her," the woman said. "Since you'll be busy with your own story."

Reyna creased her eyebrows, confused. "What do you mean?"

Now the woman just looked concerned. "Doesn't your friend know?" She asked with worry.

"Know what?" Reyna's eyes narrowed as she adjusted the dress around her feet.

"Why, how far along you are!" The woman beamed, happily. "I would say you're about six weeks in." Reyna's face fell completely in shock and fear. Oh no. She knew. She was about to ask how when the woman explained. "I took your measurements, remember?"

Reyna paused, focusing on making sure her breath wasn't shaky and uneven. "Well you must be terrible at math, because I am not pregnant!"

The woman actually laughed, and Reyna briefly contemplated killing her. "Lie all you want," she said. "By the time the wedding day arrives, your body will be telling the whole world of the news!"

AN: I was really conflicted on who I should make pregnant, and since I'd given Annabeth two major storylines lately, I figured it was time to give Reyna something.

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