Okay so as you can tell this is a re-write of my story 'No Choice' which I'm keeping up because I hate it when people delete stories. This re-write will also have a plot, that's right there will be plot. Also means that if all goes according to plan this story will have 31 chapters and wait for this; will have either three or four stories. Much excitement. Well for those who like this story anyway.

This is set somewhat after Blood Of Olympus, obviously I haven't read it yet so bare with me on this.

Pairings: Percy/Annabeth

Percy/Olympians (most of them anyway)

I in no way own PJatO or HoO.

Enjoy guys.

She looked up at him in complete awe and admiration, taking in his strong features which were covered in soot, bruises and cuts that ranged from deep to deeper. Love was a strange thing she had concluded, even with the marks on his face and the slight limp from breaking his toe moments before he still looked as handsome as ever, her heart flutters in a way that reminds her of a humming birds wings. She smiles at the thought.

Percy seemed to take no notice of her as he watched the rest of their rag tag team march in through those massive doors. The same massive doors that once would have made her stomach churn and squeal in fascination and admiration. Once or twice she might have even stood in this very spot watching those doors in this hallway with the same face she was using to look at her boyfriend. The boy she had been to hell and back with, literally.

He turns to her then and she can see the briefest of smiles grace his bruised face, a wound re-opens at the movement and she watches the scratch above his eye well up with blood. The crimson liquid pools above his eyebrow and she can picture the liquid dripping into his eyes, causing him to blink and momentarily freak out, she can just picture it happening in the middle of the throne room, a smile flits across her face at the image.

That smile is gone as soon as it appears and instead she scoffs slightly, playfully even, and pulls at the sleeve of her jacket, it had once been his but she had easily stolen it from him one night aboard the Argo II. He had complained about it for a total of sixteen minutes and thirty-nine seconds before giving in.

She knew he loved seeing her wear it, like a mark that she was his, a mark that wouldn't cause unwanted attention and worrisome questions, as well as Leo's cruel teasing that had often resulted in him getting hit on the back of his head by a frowning Piper who had told him to stop being so childish and immature, despite the fact that she would be blushing a bright red and would refuse to meet their eyes for another hour or so.

Percy would never find those jokes annoying; he rather enjoyed adding fuel to the fire that was everyone's embarrassment.

With a raised brow, a twinkle in his eye and a smirk that screamed mischief he would pull her closer to him and give her the most passionate and disgusting kiss he could just to further irritate the smith gods son. It was usually at that point that Nico would somehow disappear and Jason would frown with a worried crease above his eyes staring at the space the younger boy had previously been.

Annabeth would then slap Percy on the back of the head, while attempting to hide her rosy cheeks with an annoyed expression. She had gotten the feeling that it never worked.

She rubs the blood away from his face with a scowl. Like a mother rubbing dirt off a child's face.

"Great," she tells him while inspecting the bloodied fabric with distaste. "Now I need a new jacket."

He smiles then and swoops down for a chaste kiss that leaves her breathless and wanting more, she can tell from the spark in his eyes that he feels the same by the gentle lip lock.

Later. She tells herself, trying to calm her raging heartbeat. You will have plenty of time later, for now you just have to deal with a group of immortal beings who have the power to destroy you in a millisecond.

"You mean I need to give you a new jacket?" he says with a chuckle before grabbing her hand in a way that could either be forceful or playful.

Judging from the situation and the boy who had just grabbed her hand and forced it into his tight grip with a swing she took it as playful and extremely playful at that. It was moments like these where she would finally understand happiness.

She squeezes back, her thumb pushing into his hand with such force that it would hurt someone who wasn't currently buzzing off adrenaline and didn't have a pain threshold like theirs, because let's face it, fighting monsters since childhood and ending up almost dead at least three times a month would boost things like that.

With a shared smile they walked in slowly holding hands, they had all the time in the world after all, they had in fact once again saved the western world and to be honest they had already been to one of these meeting type things, so this wasn't as special as the others felt it would be. It was almost becoming a chore for the two, Percy especially who seemed to almost be attracted to the danger of being summoned to the throne room.

Reaching the rest of the seven, plus Nico they stood in a huddled group, with Jason and Piper taking the front. Percy's hand tightened around hers forcing her eyes to look up at his face, he looked out at Jason and Piper in frustration. She could easily tell Percy had wanted to be the head of the group; he was after all the one that defeated Gaea. Annabeth rested a hand on his tightening shoulder. She can feel his muscles relax slightly under the touch.

He looked down at with a slight frown only for Annabeth to shake her head in reply. Even Percy knew what that meant, it was a silent warning and he wasn't stupid enough to go against her, especially not now when her mother, who hated him anyway was only five feet away from him and glaring at the duo with ire.

It was Jason and Piper's turn to take the lead; he gave her a sad nod and instead focused his attention on a pillar in the corner of the room behind Hera's throne, ignoring everyone else. His shoulder grazes her arm, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of her palm.

She recognizes his soothing movements immediately as he tries to relax himself, to cool down after the battle.

Jason had asked Percy if they should lead the group in together, but he had shaken his head and instead looked at Annabeth with a sad smile, he wanted to walk in with her. She understood his feelings completely and had held onto his arm for dear life, Jason had shrugged his squared shoulders and walked over to Piper, taking her hand as he went.

After all they had almost lost each other again, a thought neither of them liked. Percy especially judging from the anger and battle rage that seems to seep from his pores, he almost felt godlike in the battle, allowing his instincts to take over. And if she relaxed enough she could still feel the power that radiated off him.

He had never been so protective of her ever since the battle because of the stupid mistake she had made. She had been fighting and had slipped a simple mistake that could and does happen to anyone, the muddy ground had proved to be difficult to fight in, she had seen everyone slip once or twice and each time someone would focus their energy into protecting them, but they had gotten separated in the fight it was only the two of them and three monsters she had taken on one after they had defeated the second, and decided to split to face the other two, her own idea. Percy had protested at first but soon understood her plan and seemed to rather painfully move off on his own to fight the Cyclops who was screaming at him about being favoured by Poseidon.

Her foot had caught and just as the giant's meaty fist had descended towards her body Percy had dived into the fray stabbing the hand with riptide. He had saved her. Again.

She had repaid the favour however not five minutes later when he had rushed into an obvious distraction and had almost lost his head, literally.

She rests her head against his shoulder.

It's going to be okay. She thinks, the soothing circles continue almost robotically. We're together again.

Poseidon sits in his throne, his body a shaking mass as he squirms in his seat, obvious pride written all over his face as he stares down at his son, his hand clenches the arm rests of the throne, he reminds her of a puppy when you hold a ball up in front of his face. Images of a giant dog with black and grey fur and sea green eyes come to mind and she almost laughs, but figures she would probably make this situation worse rather than better.

The last time they had been in this situation they had offered Percy immortality, something that would have separated them for all eternity, she can't think of a worse hell and she had been to Tartarus.

Percy's eyes don't meet his fathers, she knows they will soon though. Poseidon is the very sea itself and Percy has always been drawn to the sea, it's only a matter of minutes until Percy will look at his father and smile. Annabeth wonders if the sea god will explode or even jump off his throne and hug his son.

She notes that Poseidon isn't the only god looking at her boyfriend. She grips his hand tighter, not liking the looks most of the gods and goddesses are giving him. She hasn't always been this possessive of her boyfriend, in fact for the first few months they had dated and gone from best friends to boyfriend and girlfriend had been confusing. Nothing so much had changed except for the hand holding and the long kisses they had taken from each other when no one was looking, then he had gone missing and suddenly all she could think of was how she wanted more of those flirty comments, those bear hugs that seemed to squeeze the life out of her and the kisses that would leave her panting and preying to Aphrodite to let her have more.

When she found him again she had made a silent vow to herself to never let him go again.

"I love you." She says softly, the words echo slightly but not enough for anyone to actually hear her words. His head turns sharply then, his eyes wide and bright with a smile that makes him look dopey.

"I love you too." He replies he lets go of her hand at that moment and instead decides to wrap his arms around her shoulders and pull her in for a side hug.

It isn't the first time they have said those words and it certainly won't be the last as far as Annabeth is concerned. Their love survived the depths of Tartarus, she was pretty sure it could survive anything, no person, thing or even an argument and they had a few of those, what with both of them being as stubborn as a mule and dating. It made life interesting for them. She knew they could survive anything.

There is a cough beside Percy that has them both jump to attention then, Percy's arm momentarily disconnects from Annabeth as he glances questioningly towards Leo who is nodding his head towards Zeus, or is it Jupiter? Percy has no idea but the god looks slightly different, far sterner while at the same time looking more fatherly. Percy is confused by the thought and shakes his head slightly, running his hand through the top of his hair; it's caked in mud and blood. He knows he has to wash it later. That is when he gets back home to see his mother and Paul.

They are probably worried sick at this stage.

He offers an apologetic smile to the Latino and looks front and centre, straightening his back as he does so, he can feel Annabeth beside him do the same. He resists the urge to smile and instead attempts to focus on Zeus who is blabbering on about something.

At the moment he really couldn't care, he just wants to go home and have a long hot bath and spend the rest of the day eating him mums homemade cookies and any and all blue food he can find with Annabeth by his side.

His mouth begins to water at the thought. Not that you could blame him, he had just helped defeat a primordial goddess and well to be honest his mum's homemade cookies were quite honestly one of the greatest things he has ever had and yes that does include nectar and ambrosia.

Briefly he wonders what he missed more, parents or those beautiful chocolate chip cookies.

He must have zoned out for far too long because all of a sudden Zeus/Jupiter, the whole Roman/Greek thing is giving him a headache to be honest, is calling them all out one by one, because everyone in front of him and Annabeth have parted and he suddenly feels naked under the scrutiny and glances the gods keep giving them.

He swallows loudly and grabs her hand again.

Zeus seems to glare at him, with a look that screams murder and bloodshed. He feels like a fish in a bowl being eyed by a hungry cat that would do anything to get at him. He gulps again, this time it's more noticeable from the wide smirk that appears on the King of the gods face.

I'm doomed. He thinks to himself in a shrill thought.

"PERSEUS JACKSON." Zeus all but roars, he feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand to full attention as every eye, well every eye that wasn't already on him seem to zip straight to him with the speed of light.

His palms feel sweaty.

Beside the hearth he can see Hestia looking up at him with an encouraging smile, her eyes glowing bright in a way that brings on a serious case of Déjà vu. But regardless of the tense knots that form in his gut he strides forward releasing Annabeth's hand from his own.

All the time in the world. He thinks to himself taking a calming breath. We have all the time in the world to hold hands.

He repeats it like a mantra, ignoring the slight annoyance that joins the knots with a flurry of bubbles like boiling water. He doesn't know if the annoyance is caused by letting go of Annabeth's hands, being used once again by the gods or because Ares is currently staring at him with the most infuriating smirk known to human kind. He should never forget the way the god makes his insides feel like molten lava, his Roman form however didn't give him the same reaction which to be honest was quite strange.

The only Greek god I can stand as a Roman. Huh, Who'da thought?

His feet come to an immediate stop, slowly he bows, aware of the anger that is slowly building inside of him; he just has to wait till he is safely out of the way of the immortal deities who could and would kill him for disrespecting them.

"Rise." Someone else says, Hera he thinks but he isn't 100% sure. He follows the instruction mutely, staring the king of the gods in the eye as he does so.

He knows for a fact the god doesn't like him, and really Percy feels the same way. The two share a mutual respect and almost hatred for each other. Percy seems to share that feeling with all the gods, except Ares. He hates that guy.

Zeus' stormy eyes seem to glance back at him in warning, Percy remembers the last time he had been in this position and he had been awarded immortality and had turned it down for love.

Aphrodite would have loved that and there is no doubt in his mind that she still does.

But that action had caused Zeus to shut down Olympus refusing any god to associate with any of their children, while that was bad, it honestly could have been worse. He can't imagine what Jupiter would have done if he had wounded the Roman god's pride.

A shiver runs down his spine, the back of his neck feels as if Khione herself has blown a frozen wind onto his skin.

"It seems you have saved us once again." He says a bit grudgingly, Percy can see his father from the corner of his eye; the sea god looks as if he is seconds away from showing his true form and blasting the room in brightness.

"He is most deserving." Athena says from the corner of the room, Percy turns to look at her and she seems bored, as if she has been to too many meeting like this. Her eyes meet his for a slight moment before they are averted.

"A true hero, if there ever was one." Poseidon seems to boom, Percy much to his embarrassment seems to jump in the air, before turning on his heel to face his father. He smiles at the man in more politeness than kindness, after all where had the god been when Percy needed him?

"Yes, yes" Zeus seems to begin, he is looking down at Percy but his eyes seem glazed over as if lost in thought. He wonders what could have the king of the gods so frazzled. "Quite deserving." He states with a wave of his hand, looking around the room, almost as if he would rather be anywhere else then here.

Percy is feeling the exact same way.

"Truly a hero of his calibre is more than deserving of our greatest gift?" Hera says with a gentle smile that shows more than enough teeth to mean that this so called 'gift' won't be anything good.

He gulps.

"Gift?" He asks carefully, he knows from experience that saying the wrong thing can give you a bounty on your head, he tries to imagine how many drachmas he would end up going for if he annoyed each and every god. A small part of him hopes that it would be some impressive number like 200,000 or maybe even 1,000,000 golden drachmas straight out of the Olympian vault.

The other part of him tells him to shut up and to concentrate on the job at hand.

"Yes, my son." Poseidon starts again, with a wide smile. "The greatest gift of them all." He raises both his arms out as if he is the proudest father in the world, and who knows maybe he is after all how many sons have save their dads bacon as well as the rest of the world twice in a total of two years. Percy just wishes the gods would deal with their own damn problems and stop asking their children to deal with them instead.

Unfortunately asking for that would be like asking the Statue of Liberty for some help with his homework. It's never going to happen.

"Not that he hasn't already turned it down before." Dionysus snorts towards the back of the room, Percy barely catches it, and it takes him a couple of seconds to figure out what he is even talking about.

Suddenly his palms feel is if they have taken a swan dive into the ocean and his heart seems to want to morph into a hummingbird. Saliva gets caught in the back of his throat, he thinks he may be choking but he doesn't know because he feels paralysed.

"What?" he manages to gasp out looking around the room at each of the gods faces, they all stare at him in expectation.

"Godhood." Apollo says slowly, as if he is talking to a toddler who is trying to say his name for the first time. He doesn't know if he says it that way because he is mocking him or maybe because he thinks the sea god's son really is thick in the head.

Many other people would support that claim.

"Ah-" Percy says, his throat feels tighter, he can feel the eyes of the seven demigods behind him watching him carefully, their gazes like tiny lasers burning his skin.

He turns to look back at Annabeth at that moment and he is frozen in shock at what he sees, she is pale, paler than he has ever seen her, as if she has lost all the blood in her body, her eyes are wide in fear and her mouth agape in shock.

He can't do that to her though.

I won't lose her like that. We'll be together for the rest of our lives.

He looks back towards his father who is smiling proudly, his eyes shining. Percy thinks for a moment the god is crying.

He swallows again and shakes his head as if to clear it. He made a vow to her that they would be together forever.

"I can't accept this." He says softly concern evident in his voice.

The room grow deathly silent, his heart beat seems to echo in his ears as well as in the room. Or maybe that is just his imagination.

He risks a glance behind him and can see the slight flush of colour return to Annabeth's face. He smiles at himself.

How many boyfriends have turned down immortality for one girl?

"Hm." Zeus grunts, reluctantly Percy tears his eyes away from his girlfriend after offering her a dopey smile. He misses the way her lips begin to perk up in reply.

Zeus doesn't seem to look at him, his eyes gaze around the room, meeting every one's eyes but him. The smell of ozone begins to grow thicker; his lungs almost struggle under the heaviness of the air.

Yep. He thinks to himself with a shiver. I'm dead.

His dad sits upright in his throne, staring at his son in confusion and frustration. Percy frowns at the floor, biting his tongue. He can't risk saying something, and then he might end up causing the Third World War, and most likely be the one to save it again, because apparently that was his job.

Yeah being a demigod is great.

Zeus seems to ignore him and instead looks over at the group again, determined to not acknowledge the son of Poseidon. Oddly enough Percy prefers it that way.

"JASON GRACE." He calls out instead. Feeling rather awkward the two heroes share sympathetic looks before Percy returns back to his original position beside Annabeth.

"Don't ever change seaweed brain." She whispers as she grabs his hand.

"Wouldn't think of it, wise girl." He replies kissing the top of her head.

The room was silent almost deathly so. The heroes had all been awarded and sent on their ways to celebrate their victory, the gods would have joined their little celebrations however there were more pressing issues to discuss.

Like their wounded pride at once again being denied godhood by the mortal demigod who has surpassed all heroes.

In other words Zeus was pissed.

The boy had harmed his ego once before, he really didn't know what to expect though. None of them did, they all should have expected him to once again decline their extremely generous offer, especially when they had not offered the same gifts to any of the other seven heroes.

There was a reason behind that particular decision.

The truth was, the boy was too powerful, too important, too - special for them to even consider allowing him to be kept mortal.

"Well that was," Hermes mutters pausing for a moment a frown appears across his brows before he looks up towards his father with an almost amused expression. "Expected, I suppose."

Zeus places a careful eye towards his son. He knows what most if not all their motivations are for the boy, and if he were to truly admit it; his motivations for the boy are similar.

That doesn't mean he will act on those desires though. Dealing with Hera seems easy enough, but dealing with Poseidon would be enough to give him a headache to rival the day Athena popped out of his head fully grown.

"We all know who to blame for that." Demeter says throwing a look towards Athena who is staring down in her lap, where a book and pen rest.

The grey eyed goddess looks up towards her aunt as quick as Hermes with a frown that Zeus knows means danger to anyone and anything. He watches the two carefully he can't afford another argument, especially not at the moment. There are far more pressing issues they need to discuss.

"What was that?" she asks with a growl, her body moves forward until she is sitting on the edge of her seat watching the goddess.

"He wouldn't have said no" interrupts Dionysus, almost as if bored. "If it weren't for that Annabel."

"Annabeth." Athena grunts back in frustration giving her half sibling an icy glare that could have even Khione freeze in terror.

"What does it matter?" Aphrodite closes her portable mirror with an audible snap that echoes around the room. Her lips rub together as she smooths out the lipstick, covering her bottom lip with the ruby red colour. "We have already made our decision."

The room is once again thrown into silence.

It was true. They had made their decision and sadly it was in favour of ignoring their favourite hero's wishes and turning him into a god anyway. None of them really want to do it, but the boy was an icon of the twenty-first century, a hero of heroes and an asset that could help further their authority in the future.

"Then it must be done." Poseidon sighs out rubbing a hand over his eyes; Zeus looks at him with sad and tired eyes. He almost feels sorry for his brother, if it weren't for his possessive and greedy streak.

"When?" Artemis asks, oddly she has been quiet for most of the meeting, not even quarrelling with her younger brother, because let's just face it she is older than Apollo.

"Tomorrow." Athena answers slamming her little book shut and looking up at her fellow council members.

Poseidon stares back at her with a dejected frown. He doesn't want to hurt his son, but it's the only way. He can't deal with losing another child, he had already almost lost Percy too many times to count, this way his son could be safe from harm and by his side for an eternity.

Of course Poseidon had no idea why everyone else wanted his son to be immortal, he just figured that for once they realised just what an asset the young man could be.

"How?" he asks hollowly, everyone around the room looks towards Athena who rolls her eyes and scoffs at them all.

"Honestly," she mutters. "What would happen if I wasn't here?"

"Yeah we get it." Hermes replies with a snarky frown as he checks his phone. "All great and powerful, Athena. We grovel at your almighty feet." Said goddess gives him a glare. "Can we just get this over and done with?" he ignores his sister and looks towards his father, his phone in his hand, buzzing. "Some of us have work to do."

"We bring him here." Zeus replies watching his daughter, who simply looks at him with a nod. "We force him."

"Don't you think he will hate us for that?" Hephaestus asks, he is worried, they all are because there is every possibility that he will hate them for it.

"Who cares?" Ares says the knife in his hand spins along his throne. "Punk should be grateful."

"In time." Hera says loudly, only just stopping an argument between the two gods. "He will thank us for what we have done."

"By in time she means never." Apollo mutters playing with his sunglasses, he isn't smiling.

Hera gives him a short glare in return which goes unmissed by the sun god, who remains impassive.

"Who will bring him here?" Hades asks, after going unnoticed throughout the meeting, Aphrodite almost jumps in her seat at the sound before turning to face the god.

"I will." Poseidon replies with a sorrowful smile. "He will get suspicious if anyone else brings him in."

"Great." Hermes breaks the silence with a clap of his hand. "So is that all?" he stands quickly wanting to get out of this suffocating atmosphere. There is too much sympathy and guilt that hangs in the air and it is starting to suffocate the trickster. He doesn't appreciate moments like this. He wasn't made to appreciate these moments. They were more Hades forte.

Zeus seems to break from his stupor and nods his head in agreement. "Yeah." He says as he watches everyone leave the room. He offers Poseidon a sad smile as he watches the sea god vanish back to his home.

"It will work out." Hera says next to him holding his hand.

Zeus looks up at her with a smile. "Hopefully."

So did you all like? Hopefully better than the original, if not whoopsie daisy.

So I would really love some feedback on this good or bad.

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