Just a short two-shot for the percabeth reunion we werent given in SoN..grrr...
Disclaimer: i do not own the Percy Jackson series RICK RIORDAN DOES (which i wouldn't mind if he would just write the books faster...)
I sighed as I looked up at the ceiling, trying to focus on anything but him. Percy. He consumed my every thought these days, and now, with the prospect of him being so close, I just couldn't take it. I tried to calm myself down as I let the tears finally spill over and run down my cheeks silently. Unable to become stable, I left my cabin on the ship to find piper. She was sitting in the game room talking to Jason in hushed tones, but as soon as she saw the state I was in, she immediately rose and strode across the room to console me. Together we walked back to my lonely cabin.
"He's going to be there" piper reassured me, as she handed me a box of tissues and helped me clean myself up.
" It's not that I'm worried about." I said, after a long moment of silence. "I know he will be there. In fact, I'm not even worried about it." I brushed away another tear and took a deep breath before continuing. "I just can take it any longer. Every second we're apart kills me. Whenever I think about him, and how he's not here to comfort me, and hold me in his arms, I die inside. I miss him so much it hurts."
Piper sat next to me, in shock at my unexpected rant. Finally, after what seemed like hours of silence, she spoke up. "Look, I have never met Percy, but he obviously makes you happy, and I think that you should let these memories in. They will help you hold on until you see him." she sighed, sensing that she had fulfilled her purpose. She stood up, gave me one last hug, and left the room.
I lay back down on my bed, and pulled out a small box from under my bed. It was small, and decorated with hearts and flowers. I gingerly removed the top, and took a deep breath before peeking at the contents of the box.
Inside, were pictures of Percy, right after our first quest together. We stood a few inches apart, and grinned eagerly at the camera. I smiled at our 12 year old faces, envying the simplicity of our lives back then. Next came a picture of us together at the bonfire. I was taller than him, so I guessed we must have been around 14. Percy was saying something to me, and it must have been funny, because I was doubled over. I felt my eyes well up with tears, but I pushed them back, and moved on to the next picture.
It showed us sitting together by the beach. I laughed in spite of myself, remembering how mad I had been at the time that Grover had photographed us without our knowing.
It was his sixteenth birthday. I was still drying my hair from the incident in the lake, and we were just sitting on the beach, watching the sunset. I leaned back into him and admired the array of colors in the sky as Percy wrapped his arms around me protectively. I closed my eyes, trying to burn this picture into my memory. The glow of the fading sun of our faces, the feel of his strong arms wrapped around me, the faint smell of salt water that always lingered on him, his breath on my cheek. I turned my head to face him, and let him lean in closer and close the gap between us. I was always shocked to realize what a good kisser he was, how he made me feel so special in that moment. "We should get back," I said, reluctant for this perfect moment to end. "It's getting dark out." Percy sighed and grabbed my hand to gently lift me up from the sandy beach. We walked back to our cabins, hand in hand, my head resting on his shoulder; smiling each time we heard a camper whisper to his friend about us. When we reached the steps of my cabin, Percy grabbed my hand and pulled me back in for one last kiss. After what could have been years, we pulled apart, but stayed there, our foreheads touching and breathing heavily.
"See you tomorrow," He said quietly.
"I'll be here, Seaweed Brain." I said jokingly. I gave his hand a final squeeze and entered my cabin in a daze. Had that really just happened?
Jason's voice interrupted my thoughts. "Hey," he said, nervously peeking his head into my cabin. "We're landing in 10 minutes, assuming Leo doesn't kill us first." I smirked. His face turned serious. "So you're still coming out to help me with the Romans right?" I smiled in anticipation. "Wouldn't miss it." I said confidently, though the butterflies in my stomach at the prospect of confronting Percy were doing flips in my stomach. He grinned and left.
I quickly put the pictures back hastily, but as I was stuffing them into the box, my hand rested on something else. As I pulled out the bracelet, my heart began to ache. This was my last memory of him. He gave me this bracelet as an early Christmas present on the night before…. before he disappeared. I flipped it inside out, and read the inscription written on the inside; forever and always. I could no longer control myself. Tears ran down my cheeks and I shook with sobs. I delicately put on the only piece of jewelry I would ever wear, took a deep breath, and exited my cabin to join Jason and Piper on the deck.
I caught my breath as I looked down at the architecture. The temples and buildings were breathtaking, and I would have gone crazy about them if we were in any other situation. The ship landed, and as I surveyed the crowd, I felt like I had left my stomach back up in the clouds. There he was. I recognized his unruly black hair and stunning green eyes immediately. I had to take deep breaths to keep from hyperventilating. Piper came up beside me and squeezed my hand. "That's him, isn't it?" she asked, nodding towards Percy. I nodded, looking down, afraid that if I looked up I wouldn't be able to control myself.
"C'mon," Jason said. "You ready?" I put on a brave face and nodded. And together we walked out into the field full of armed Romans.
I stood there, waiting for the ship to land. I didn't think it was possible, but when the ship landed, I felt the pain in my heart grow. I had to see her. I had to hold her….I needed the feeling of her lips against mine and the scent of her strawberry shampoo. I needed it all, so badly I could barely stay standing.
All of a sudden, she was here. Approaching Reyna and me with her head down, accompanied by a blond haired boy, who, judging from Reyna's reaction, was Jason. But that didn't matter. I had only eyes for Annabeth. As soon as I saw her, the flood of memories like the ones I had had in Alaska came, and I was overwhelmed with her. Why wouldn't she look up? Why wouldn't she look at me? I began to panic. Does she still like me?
As I stared at her, something on her wrist glinted in the sunlight. A wave of relief crashed over me as I realized that it was a bracelet. Our bracelet. I was filled with a new sense of confidence, and kept my eyes on her as Reyna introduced us and Jason introduced them. Finally, she snuck a peek at me. As I met her eyes, I lost all control. I tried to walk forward cautiously, but she only had time to beam at me before I scooped her up and spun her around, all the while staring directly into her beautiful grey eyes. As I set her down, I noticed that her eyes were red and puffy. A wave of sadness crashed over my heart, as I realized that I had caused those tears.
"Percy…" She began. But before she could speak, I wrapped her up in a hug. She relaxed immediately in my grip. Having her in my arms felt so natural, so right. The pain in my stomach went away immediately. I loved kissing Annabeth, but right now, just holding her, everything felt perfect.
She leaned her head so that it rested on my chest, and I ducked my head down into her hair. It didn't matter that I hadn't seen her for 9 months. It didn't matter that there were 300 campers, most of them armed, staring at us. What mattered was that she was here. We were stronger this way. Seaweed Brain and Wise Girl.
"I love you, so much" she whispered into my chest, just loud enough for me to hear.
"I love you so much more," I whispered back, and I felt her smile. We broke apart, and I saw the tears streaming down her cheeks. I gently brushed the tears away with my right hand, gripping on tightly to her with my other.
And then I kissed her.
I had kissed her hundreds of times, but this time, it was perfect. It was slow, patient, but also filled with longing. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and deepened the kiss, and we could have stayed that way forever if she hadn't pulled away, with more tears in her eyes. I came closer, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her as close as possible to me. "I'm sorry," she wept. "I'm just so scared."
I brushed a loose strand of hair out of her face, and put my forehead to hers. "Annabeth, I love you. Trust me. I meant what I said on that bracelet. I will be here forever and always." I said. It sounded super corny, but I meant every word. She smiled, reassured, and pulled away. "Well?" she said teasingly as she pulled my hand. "Are you coming?" I smirked and allowed myself to be dragged off to the beach, glad to have some time alone, away from the campers and al the dangers we faced.
It was a beautiful sunset.