So, this is basically an alternate ending to BoO that came to me last week, and I've just been playing with it in my head, instead of actually, like, doing schoolwork. Enjoy and REVIEW!

Also, I don't own PJO or HoO.

She knelt at his side, her eyes wide with shock. The battle had been won, and people all around her were celebrating the victory. Everyone but her was jumping in the air, hugging their friends and siblings. Except for her.

She looked down at the love of her life, tears welling up. He looked so weak and helpless. After everything they had gone trough together, he had to fall right then.

He had recovered Zeus's master bolt when he was twelve, and found the Golden Fleece when he was thirteen. He had saved herself and Artemis, goddess of the Hunt, and held the width of the entire sky on His shoulders. When he was fifteen he had navigated the labyrinth, and at sixteen he defeated Kronos and saved Olympus. Then he had been abducted by Hera and had his memory wiped. He recovered the legion's eagle and freed Death. They had been reunited, only to fall into Tartarus. But they had survived even that. He had survived everything that was thrown at him, only to be killed now, by Octavian, of all people.

The wound in his chest was deep, and his shirt was soaked with blood. She looked into his eyes, and saw all the pain he was feeling.

This isn't happening, she thought. I was knocked out in the battle. In a minute I'll wake up and see him leaning over me, perfectly fine.

But when here reached up touched her cheek lightly, she knew it was real. He was dying. Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, Hero of the Second Titan War and Saviour of Olympus, was dying.

"Don't leave me. It will be alright. We can save you. Just hold on," she pleaded, taking his other hand in hers.

He tried to say something, but could only manage a whisper. She leaned down to hear him better.

"My pocket," he rasped. "Check my pocket"

Frantically, she reached for his pocket. She didn't want him to die before she could fulfill his dying wish. She was on the verge of crying, just holding back a flood of tears.

She put her hand in his pocket, and pulled out a small box.

What is this? she thought. But she handed it to him anyway. Maybe its something of Sally's.

He took the box and looked at it sadly, like it reminded it of something he was going to miss. He opened it and stared at the object inside.

Then he did something unexpected.

He turned the open box toward Annabeth, so she could see the contents. Inside the box was a ring.

"Wise girl, Annabeth, will you marry me?"

Her eyes widened even more, if that was possible. She had not been expecting this.

"I know we're still in school, and I was going to wait until every one settled down a bit, but I don't think that'll be possible."

Annabeth looked at him. "Come on, you can't say that. You can make it through this," she said, even though she knew it wasn't true. His wounds were fatal, even with the the help of nectar and ambrosia.

"We both know I'm gonna die today, and I just want to know..."

"Yes. Yes, I will marry you." She took the ring out of its box, helped him to put it on her finger, and then she kissed him, not caring that his lips were dry and cracked, or that his nose was bleeding. She kissed him like he was going to die, right there in her arms, because he probably was.

"I love you, Seaweed brain," she said, when she finally broke away.

"I love you too, Wise girl." And then, just like that, he was gone. The mighty Percy Jackson was gone.

One year later

She was standing in his cabin. She hadn't been in here since... Well, not since he died.

It had hurt even to look at it from the outside, knowing he would never wake up in his bunk there again. She looked over at the bed now. It was still messed up from nearly two years ago, when he had disappeared, courtesy of Hera.

Annabeth glanced down at her hand, focusing on the ring on her finger. She remembered what he had looked like, proposing to her on his death bed.

"Yes," she said to it. "Yes, I will marry you."

"I was beginning to wonder if you'd forgotten about that."

She whipped around to face the intruder, ready to attack. But then she stopped, staring.

"What.. How?" she said, intelligently, for it was him, the great and mighty Percy Jackson, who had died a year ago, and was now standing right in front of her.

"Hades finnaly realised that he couldn't keep us apart if he tried. Although, I think Aphrodite had something to do with it too," he said, softly.

"I-I...you're back."

"Yes. I am. And I think we have a wedding to plan."

So, review, tell me what you think, any thing I can change, all that. But seriously, review. Please. Just one person, and I will be ecstatic for, like, a week. Please.