Disclaimer: I own nothing except my own ideas. Not even the title - belongs to the brilliant brain of my amazing friend Bri (swirling-summernotes)

Set after Son of Neptune, so expect major spoilers if you haven't read the book. My response to that horrid cliffhanger. Don't worry, I'll also be posting the actual reunion that occurred before this in future drabbles :)

I am planning more chapters, not necessarily all post-SoN - I may go back in time to the PJO era, depending on how my muse feels. Just to give you an idea of what's coming :)


She finds him in the river. Naturally.

He's swimming – just swimming, the way he does when something major has happened and all he wants to do is relax. So he floats in the nearest body of water – usually the Camp Half-Blood lake, but this time, the Camp Jupiter river – and aimlessly swims around until someone finds him.

Usually, it's her. Annabeth's glad to see at least some things never change.

She doesn't call him out of the water. When he's ready, he'll resurface. Until then, she just removes her shoes and sinks her feet into the refreshingly cool water, uncaring of the effect that'll have on her jeans. Denim getting soaked is hardly the most important of her problems, after all.

It doesn't take him too long to come up. Maybe he was waiting for her. Or maybe he just needs to talk after the whirlwind day they've had today, from the kiss in front of the ship to the introductions to the near-murder of Octavian by Rachel…it's been a long day.

He doesn't say anything at first, just looks at her, like he's drinking in the image of her just sitting there in front of him. She's probably doing the same thing, she knows. It's hard to process that he's here, he's alive, and he's still Percy. Her Percy.

Finally, she speaks, unable to stand the silence and wanting nothing more than to talk to him. "Hey, Seaweed Brain."

Percy blinks, then shakes his head, spraying water everywhere. And then he smiles, and it's just about the most butterfly-inducing thing she's ever seen.

"Hey, Wise Girl," he retorts, as easily as if this was just another day at Camp Half-Blood and they'd spent the last nine months together, the way they should have.

Annabeth swallows hard, trying not to think of the pain that had plagued her for the entirety of his disappearance. "I missed you," she manages to choke out.

In a flash, Percy's hoisted himself out of the river and practically tackled her in a soaking wet hug. Annabeth laughs from the surprise, falling over on her back with Percy on top of her, still wet with river water and still deliciously shirtless, his arms cold but comforting against her sides where he's braced them.

"I missed you, too," he murmurs before finding her lips and silencing any stray thoughts that might have wandered into her head because all she can focus on right now is PercyPercyPercy and how good his bare skin feels under her hands and how she'd forgotten how amazing his kisses are and how he tastes like spearmint and how the sensation of his hands on her body fills her with unimaginable heat.

They've got a long way till happily-ever-after, still, but this feels like a good start – like something permanent.


A/N: So. Um, this is kind of the first decent thing I've written in a month. I just really need Percabeth in my life right now. And if you do, too...please review? :) It'd seriously make my day!

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