Hey Everyone!

This is a story I've been working on for the last couple of years. A lot of time and love has gone into it. I may suck at naming stories, but I promise it's written well. It starts while Percy and Annabeth are in Tartarus and goes from there, also introducing you to Lassa. She's an 11 year old daughter of Poseidon.

Mostly rated T but has certain rated M chapters. A rated M chapter will have a warning at the top of the page with a brief and clean summary of the events that happen if anyone wants to skip those scenes.

Hope you enjoy!

-LunaWolf013

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SEA OF FAITH: PART I

Chapter 1

Annabeth

"My Friend is dying." My breath catches on the word 'friend'. Percy is a lot more than that. Even 'boyfriend' doesn't really cover it. We've gone through so much over the years together that Percy is a part of me now. An annoying part sometimes, for sure, but definitely a part I cannot live without. And I realize only one word really fits. "My Husband. My husband is dying. Bob said you could help."

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Percy

I lay in a daze on something strangely comfortable. My body is in pain all over, but a sore, healing type instead of the agony of those curses. I feel fingers running through my hair and force my eyes to open. There's my Wise Girl, looking at me with that cute as Hades look on her face she gets when she's worried and concentrated. Corners of her mouth turned down, eyebrows scrunched together, stormy gray eyes alert and fierce.

"You didn't wake me for my watch." I say with a soft smile, the most I can muster.

"Don't be a hero." She tells me. "You took dozens, maybe hundreds of curses for me, Percy. You deserve a nap." I carefully reach up and grab her hand that isn't stroking my hair and bring it to my mouth to kiss.

"Well it's my turn now. You need rest too, Wise Girl."
"I got plenty while you were out. We're in Damsen's home." My turn for my eyebrows to knit together in confusion.

"Who's Damsen, Annabeth?"
"A…friend of Bob's, I think. He's the Giant of Peace. Since he didn't slay us on-sight when he had the chance, I figured he wouldn't do it as we slept either." As she speaks I try to remember how we got here. I remember the curses. The horrible, painful curses I took on, but even worse the one Annabeth took on, thinking I had left her. I vaguely remember being carried here, I guess by Bob, and hearing faintly as Annabeth argued with someone, I guess Damsen. And feeling warm as she laid next to me. And hearing her say one thing in particular.

"You called me your husband, Annabeth." Her eyes look startled and her face flushes, but she doesn't deny it. "I didn't dream that, did I?"
"Percy-No, you didn't. I did say that. I'm sorry, it's not even something we talked-" It takes all my strength, but I cut her off with a kiss, pulling her close to me. After a second, I feel her guard drop and she gives in fully, her body relaxing and folding into mine. Eventually I pull back and kiss her forehead, then make her look me in the eye.

"I told you you're not getting away from me, Annabeth. I meant it. Did you mean what you said back?"
"As long as we're together." She finishes and nods. "Percy of course I meant it."

"Then I'd say those vows are enough." She looks at me a second, biting her lip, then crashes back into my arms kissing me. The jolt hurt, but it was worth it. I hold her tight as I'm able until she pulls back, and I don't think I've seen her smile this big since our Underwater Kiss last year. Maybe when I saw her in New Rome. But this smile might just take the prize, in Tartarus of all places.

"I'll marry you right when this whole mess is over. But ceremony or not, you're my wife Annabeth. I wouldn't have it any other way. You're not getting away from me." I smirk at her. "Never Again." She steals a quick kiss from my mouth.
"As long as we're together."

Percy

After the battle for the Doors of Death is done, Piper and Jason force feed Annabeth and me some Ambrosia and nectar. I pick myself off the ground as soon as I have the strength swearing to Never listen to "Escape" or have a Pina Colada again in my life. I look at the sky and remember Bob and Damasen and the sacrifice they gave to free me and Annabeth. Annabeth. My wife. I look down at her, still passed out in the dirt with Piper carefully giving her nectar. I can feel the water vapor in the air around me, giving me strength. It doesn't heal her like it does me, so she's still unconscious.

"It's ok, Pipes. I got her." I say and try not to stumble as I kneel down to pick her up. "We can do this on the ship." I have to fight to not fall over as I slide my arms under her neck and knees and stand to my feet.

"Percy, I can get her to the Argo II. You can barely walk yourself, Man, you don't need to carry her too." Jason tells me, putting his arms out for Annabeth.

"I've got this." I say, and let him lead the way to the ship. Once we're on board I double check with Piper that ambrosia and nectar are stocked in my cabin and head there with Annabeth in my arms.

"Hey! Jackson! I don't care if you did just go through Hell, you can't take Chase to your-" Hedge starts, but I throw my wolf look his way. "Just tonight. And nothing other than sleeping!" He says as he backs up. I get to my cabin and lay Annabeth down on the bed.

After taking off her socks, shoes, belt, and reaching up her back to unclip her bra and slide it out the side of her shirt, I check her temperature. She's already burning up from the ambrosia, so I have to wait to give her more. In the meantime I go to the bathroom and fill up the sink with hot and soapy water, then guide the water over her skin, washing and cleaning everything with just the slightest bit of pressure for a good scrub. I take water without soap and do the same to the inside of her mouth, gently as I can. I know how conscious she is about brushing her teeth, this is the best I can do for her.

When I'm done, I dry the water from her skin, hair, and clothes. I go and take a hot shower, the hottest I can muster, and like what I did with her, guide and pressurize the suds all over me to get rid of any dirt, sweat, and grime I've gotten over the last week and a half. I do it so hard it leaves my skin raw, but the water heals it quick enough. When I'm finished, I pull on a pair of navy sweatpants and walk back into the bedroom. Annabeth's awake and sitting up in the bed when I come out.
"Percy?" She softly says, electing a sigh of relief from me.
"Hey, Wise Girl. It's Ok. We're back on the ship. Lets get some rest." I tell her, sliding into bed and kissing her forehead. She frowns.
"Bob. And Damnsen." She whispers. My stomach drops with guilt.

"I know. Gods of Olympus, I know. But they died so we could get away. Lets not make that Sacrifice in vain." She nods.
"Maybe they'll regenerate?"

"Maybe. I don't know if they can if Tartarus won't let them. Best we can hope for is we tell their story and make sure it get passed on, they'll have enough of a legacy to reform one day." I tell her. She nods sadly.

"We're really safe?"
"We're safe." I confirm. She gives me a soft smile.
"Then can you braid my hair?" She asks. I gently chuckle. After we got together, I had to learn how to braid hair. We found out quickly she loves my fingers in her hair and after a while, I don't know why, but it started being something that made her feel safe with me. I'd always do it after we ever had a monster encounter.

I grab a comb and she lays her head in my lap. I gently start combing out the tangles in her thick princess curls. It takes a good while, her hair hasn't been brushed in over a week since before we fell into Tartarus. But I get through it. Once I'm done she flips over so she's face down in my lap, but still a couple inches off the Pegasi Down mattress so she can breathe. I french braid her hair down her back. Braiding was impossible for me at first, I always got my hands tangled in her curls. But after a couple months, I had mastered it.

"All Done." I say softly. She flips on her back so she's looking at me.
"Thank you." She gently smiles. I lean down and kiss her forehead.
"Lets get some sleep, Wise Girl." I Tell her. she nods and slides to one side of the bed, and after seeming to hesitate for just a second she gets up and undresses, making me gasp and my heart race as she takes off her clothes and puts on one of my shirts, a grey one that matches her eyes.

Don't Think about it Percy. Don't think about it for a second. You might be married but she's exhausted and you just got out of Hell. It can wait.

She smiles at me shyly, and coming back over to the bed she lays her head on my chest when I lay down on my back. I can feel from her skin she still has a fever.

I pull her close to me, deciding to pull up the sheet but not the covers. She's feverish enough, I can feel it through the shirt that she's still burning. In the morning, it'll be worth the risk to give her more nectar. For now, she'll have to wait it out, thankfully in my arms. My arms. The arms of her husband. I smile and kiss her right behind her ear.
"You're not getting away from me. Never Again." I whisper, then sink my head into the pillow.

"As long as we're together." She smiles, then sleepily blinks a couple of times and falls asleep.

I feel uneasy, even now that we're back in the mortal world. I just have this nagging feeling of discontent. I survived, but so what? What's the point of all this? Every day is the same. Wake up, eat, either fight a monster or train to do so, and try not to die. I push the thought aside as I look at Annabeth sleeping beside me. She's alive. That's the point. I guess the gods figured we'd had enough of a hard time for now, cause I fell into the same sleep I somehow knew Annabeth was having. One without any bad dreams.