MARK OF ATHENA SPOILERS.
(Ugh, how wonderful/terrible was that ending?)
Summary: They close the doors, together. Percy/Annabeth, spec.
The Doors grind shut with a terrible finality, and she can't imagine how awful it would be if Percy was still on the other side, in the dark, surrounded by dozens of dusty monsters he sent there.
But he's here, they're all here; the Grecian sky is azure and endless, and it makes her dizzy.
Annabeth lies next to him on the beach, more exhausted than she's ever been in her life, wonders if his eyes were always that green.
"We're alive," he tells her, almost like he can't believe it, voice wet with nectar.
She laughs, her eyes stinging.