A/N: I haven't written fanfiction in...well, forever. But I've recently been on a PJO kick (again) which was, ironically enough, the thing that got me into FF. So, here we go! This is my take on the landing of the Argo (Percabeth reunion, meeting the Romans, the whole shabang.)

The characters I use in here probably won't appear in the actual book...but I figured that as many people as possible would want to come see Percy, right? :D

Heck, I might even throw Chiron in there. Who knows? :DI sure don't! This story is going to take a life of it's own.

Alright, enough rambling.

Disclaimer: I own none of the mentioned characters. They all belong to the lovely Rick Riordan.

Landing the Argo...Again.

Chapter 1

Leo wiped his forehead for the 5th time in the past...20 minutes? Maybe he was getting to excited. The others just looked nervous. They weren't sweating. Something tickled his hand and he looked down, half expecting some sort of wind nymph to be flying past his hand. That had happened a few times.
There was no nymph. It was a flame dancing in his hand. The rushing wind blew it out before it could cause damage, but Leo jerked his hand away. They were on a wooden trireme...
He shuddered to think about his ship plunging...however high up the were with all his new friends on it.

Percy had uncharacteristically used his new found power to get to the front of the group. Reyna was standing beside him, and a little back, perfectly calm. But out of the corner of his eye, he could see her hand clenching and unclenching. They both had people on that ship that they wanted to see again – Percy had his girlfriend and all of his friends...and Reyna had Jason. The ship should be landing any time soon. They could see it in the sky, coming lower and lower.
Percy took a minute to be impressed by the Hephaestus Cabin's ingenuity. There were bronze dragon wings that looked...eerily similar to the dragon that had kidnapped Beckendorf during a game of Capture-the-Flag.
Tears unexpectedly rose to Percy's eyes and Hazel noticed them before he could wipe them away.
"Worried or excited?" she asked lowly. Percy shook his head.
"Neither...I was...remembering an old friend."
"Why would that...
"He...he died in the war against Kronos...For you, it was the war against Krios. We defended Manhattan while you guys were storming Mount Tam..."
"Oh." she said simply, her voice very small. Percy gave her a watery smile.
"It's...It's all right, Hazel. I'm sure you'll love the kids from Camp..."
"I'm not so sure about that..." she murmured lowly.

Leo drew a very deep breath.
This was it.
They were landing.
All of...all of the months of preparation and building...the 3 some hours on a flying ship (What did the mortals see them as, his ADHD wondered. A helicopter? A small plane? A very, very large pelican?)
"Everyone secure yourselves! This might get bumpy, and I don't want you going overboard!" Leo shouted over the chatter on board. He glanced back to make sure they had heard them and he found Jason as white as a sheet.
"Hey...it'll be alright, amigo." he said in his normal tone. Jason just nodded stiffly.
Leo took another breath and let it out slowly.
"Alright, Festus...let's land this puppy..."

Even Reyna gave a strangled gasp as the Argo II landed. Percy just grinned maniacally. This – honestly – wasn't the oddest thing he'd seen in his years at Camp Half-Blood. This was one of the more 'normal' things. Reyna shot him a dirty look, which he laughed out loud at. He could almost hear her making a comment about Greeks. He started twitching. Now that the ship was dropping low, fast, he wanted to see Annabeth – and now. He had wanted to see her before of course, but this was different. He knew she was rightthere. She was less than 20 feet or so, and he still couldn't see her.
The work on the ship was beautiful – and not that different from the ships he remembered from the lake at Camp, albeit the wings. The masthead was a bronze dragon head – that was most definitely the automaton that Beckendorf discovered. Funny, it didn't have wings before. Maybe they made it wings. Shields hung on the sides of it, and he could see the modifications made to it for war. He saw the places the oars would go, if they were out at sea.
When it finally landed on the Field of Mars, there was a bustle on the ship. It was too far away for Percy to make out faces, but he was scanning the chaos for blonde hair.
He saw flashes of it, but he wasn't sure. There were a lot of blonde campers...

For a gut wrenching moment, he feared that she...she hadn't come on the Argo II.
Then he shook himself out of it.
There was no way that his Annabeth wouldn't come on a boat to see him after more than 8 months of being missing.
A shouting match seemed to break out on deck. He knew one of those voices. Annabeth was screaming at another guy - Jason. Ah.

"I DON'T GIVE A CRAP ABOUT FORMALITIES, JASON. I AM GOING OFF THIS BOAT TO SEE PERCY BEFORE I EXPLODE!"

Yup, that was Annabeth.

There was a response that Percy couldn't hear. Apparently, Annabeth blew him off.

"LEO!"

A dark haired guy jumped and turned around guiltily.

"LAY DOWN THE GANGPLANK!"

'Leo' scrambled to comply her orders.

When the ramp was set down, Annabeth darted off it.

"Annabeth!" Someone called after her. The daughter of Athena didn't pay attention to him. Percy found himself running towards her. He barely heard Reyna barking, "Jackson!" behind him.

Annabeth sped up after she locked eyes with Percy. Tears caught in Percy's throat.

Finally - finally - they caught each other and Percy picked up his girlfriend, holding her as if she might vanish, and spun her around. Annabeth sobbed into his shoulder, which her face was buried in. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, and her legs were wrapped around his chest.

"Don't. Leave. Me. Again." She told him, her voice muffled.

"Never." Percy promised.

A cheer went up on the Argo II. Eventually, Percy set Annabeth down and kissed her for the first time in 8 months. The rest of the Greek Campers filed off the boat in a surprisingly organized fashion. The smiles were huge and genuine, and Octavian was shocked to see them so...civilized. It didn't seem very Greek to him.

Reyna's twitching only got worse. It seemed they were deboarding in order of seniority. A buff brunette who pounded on Percy's back, impish twins, a faun who nearly tackled Percy, and a nymph who was half a step behind him there were more - too many for Reyna to remember. 12 or so.
Finally, Jason came off the boat, his fingers entwined with...with a girl.
Reyna's shoulders slumped for a fraction of a second before they straightened again. She gave Jason a very professional nod of greeting. His clear, clear blue eyes were sending a message.
I'm sorry, they said, I'm so sorry.
Reyna turned her attention away from her ex co- Praetor to address the Greeks.

Before she could get 2 words out, Annabeth put up a hand.
"There's more people on the ship," she explained. Then, raising her voice, she called out, "You guys comin'?"

A/N: Did you choke on the sappiness? Did you like my whole 'crazed-Annabeth-RAGE!'? (That was awkward grammar...) How long is it gonna be until Octavian gets smacked? Who'll smack him first? Who's on the ship? Review and tell me in a comment! :D

The next chapter should be written soon...But I won't post it until I get...say...3 reviews?

Yeah. That sounds good.