Title: 10 Years Later

Disclaimer: Percy Jackson and the Olympians and its affiliated characters do not belong to me. I mean no copyright infringement.

Summary: The title says it all. 10 years after the final battle at Camp Half-blood, Percy is dealing with the death of Annabeth. But what happens when he finds out that everything he thought was true wasn't?

Spoilers: The first three books.

Note: I did not read book four until after I started this story so, although I now know what happens in the story, this story has nothing to do with the 4th book.

Chapter 1

He uncapped Riptide. Holding it tightly in his hand, Percy ran forward. He could see Luke in the distance, hiding in the shadows. Percy knew that this was his chance; his chance to plunge his sword deep into Luke's heart as payment for what he had done. He heard Thalia scream his name, but he didn't care. He ran further, gaining speed as he went. Nothing was going to stop him from what he knew he had to do.

Percy raised his sword above his head and stopped just before Luke. Luke, whose back was towards him, began to turn around just as Percy noticed her. There she was, only feet away, sprawled out on the ground, blood pooling around her body. He felt his heart break. This was his worst nightmare coming true in front of him. He was too late.

He knew he had two choices – go to her and hold her small, lifeless body in his arms or kill the one who had caused the blood to spill from her body. As Percy turned back to face the man he loathed, he saw a smirk on Luke's face. He felt the pain shoot through his body as he swung Riptide with all the strength he had left.

Percy woke up, drenched in sweat. He threw his blanket off his bed, got up, and walked into the kitchen. He didn't bother to turn on the light as he poured himself a glass of water from the tap. He downed the beverage in one gulp. He leaned on the counter, closed his eyes and began to breathe deeply. He could feel the anger building in her as the sweat trickled down his back. Yelling out loud, he threw the empty glass across the room. It shattered against the wall, the pieces falling to the floor. He buried his head in his hands. He was tired of the nightmares. It had been ten years and the nightmares still plagued him.

Opening his eyes, Percy stared at the broken glass on the floor by the refrigerator, but chose to ignore it. Instead, he wandered into his living room. Plopping down on the couch, he absently turned on the TV. He tried to concentrate on the infomercial playing on the TV, but his mind wandered back to the dream. Just like all the rest, she had died and he hadn't saved her.

He propped his feet up on the coffee table in front of him and snuggled against the back of the couch, knowing that it was going to be another long night.


The next morning, Percy trudged into his classroom, dropping his full messenger bag on the empty, orange, plastic chair next to his cluttered desk. The bag tipped over, spilling the contents onto the floor. Percy cursed under his breath and kneeled to pick up his student's ungraded papers. He had meant to get up early to grade them, but his dream, which was more like a nightmare, got in the way.

"You look like hell."

Percy looked up and saw Rich, one of his only friends, standing in the doorway.

"Thanks," Percy replied, putting the messy stack of papers on his desk.

Rich walked into the classroom and perched himself against one of the student desks.

"Rough night?" Rich asked, folding his arms over his chest.

"Long night," Percy corrected.

"Who was she?" Percy tossed him a glance and shook his head. "I know, wishful thinking."

"So now you're wishing I had a girlfriend? Shouldn't you be wishing that for yourself?"

"I don't need a girlfriend. I've got enough ladies to keep me busy. But you…maybe if you had a girlfriend, you'd get more sleep."

"Doubt it."

"How would you know if you've never had one?"

"Don't you have work to do?"

Percy sat down at his desk and grabbed a pen. He began going over the test at the top of the pile.

"Come on, Percy, we've been teaching in the same class rooms next to each other for five years and I've never even see you look at a girl."

"Maybe that's because the girls I usually look at are sixteen, which is not only illegal, but immensely gross."

"You know what I mean. Percy, you're going to be twenty-six years old. It's time to stop being such a loner."

"I'm not a loner. I'm just…married to my work."

"How can I put this delicately? You're a teacher. You're the best damn teacher in the school. You know more about history than any person I know. Not to mention that you have the highest enrollment in your Greek history elective than any other elective in the entire school."

"And what's your point?"

"My point is that you're good at what you do, but that's not all you have to do. You need to go out more. Date. Live a little." The bell rang and the sounds of students chatting and lockers crashing filled the room.

"Trust me," Percy said as his first student entered the classroom. "I've lived more than a little."

Rich shrugged and walked out of the room. As his students filed in, Percy put his pen down and tried to forget about the nightmare and his life, or lake thereof. Nobody knew about his past, about the excitement that he had gladly left behind and that's the way he wanted it to stay. He didn't need anyone to know that he was a half blood who had tried to save the world, but instead lost the one thing that meant the most to him.


Despite his fatigue, the day passed quickly. Percy concentrated on teaching about the Great Depression, Marie Antoinette, and Franz Ferdinand rather than worrying about the things he couldn't control. Trying to keep himself occupied, he spent his lunch period grading the test papers for his Ancient Civilizations class that he had neglected the night before. His favorite class, Greek Mythology, was the last period of the day, which at least ended the day on a high note.

"Didn't see you at lunch," Rich said as he popped his head in once the last bell of the day rang. Percy barely looked up as he worked on stacking a pile of textbooks on a table in the back of his room.

"I had work to do," Percy responded.

"Too bad. You missed meeting the new teacher."

Percy was only half listening, thinking instead about what he should bring to his mom's for dessert.

"New teacher?"

"Yeah, you know, Mr. Ramirez, the drafting teacher left so they found him a replacement fast." Rich took a seat at Percy's desk and put his feet up on the desk.

"Don't you have your own desk to sit at?" Percy asked.

"She's hot," Rich stated as he took his feet of the desk.


"The new teacher. I don't remember her name. But I do know she's hot."

"You said that already."

"Yeah, well any chick who knows how to work with power tools and looks like that…not to mention she's got a nice…"

"You're sick."

"And you need to be laid." Percy shook his head. "And speaking of getting laid, what are you up to this weekend?"

"The usual," Percy answered.

"Dinner with your mom and a weekend of solitude?"

"Goodbye, Rich."

Rich shrugged. "Suit yourself." He stood up and walked out of the room.

Percy finished stacking the books before shoving even more papers he'd have to grade into his bag. He slung the bag over his shoulder, waked out of the room, and made his way down the long corridor to the back door. As he opened the door and looked out into the teacher's parking lot, he saw a woman open the driver's side door of a red car. Her long, blonde hair blew in the wind. Percy watched as she pulled her hair up into a pony tail and slid an elastic around it. She got into the car, never showing her face. There was something so familiar about the way she moved and carried herself. He was sure he had never seen her before. Even though he didn't often 'check out' women as Rich did, he also wasn't blind. She was attractive. He was sure he would have remembered this woman if he had seen her before. He continued to stare until the car drove off and out of sight.

Author's Note: So, this is my first try at a Percy Jackson fanfic. Although this is very different from the series and really has nothing to do with battles or adventures, I hope that at least someone likes it. Thank you for reading! (Oh, and in case you were wondering, this is going to be a very multi-chapter story – I'm thinking about 15 chapters or so – stay tuned!)