Summary: It's senior year after the Great War against Gaea. Annabeth transfers to Goode to attend with Percy. What's the catch that separates this from all the other Annabeth goes to Goode stories? Percy and Annabeth are married.

Disclaimer: All rights belong to Rick Riordan.

Prologue

It had been a year since the war against Gaea ended, finally giving Annabeth and Percy a reprieve from prophecies. Luckily for them, Rachel hadn't sprouted any new ones on them…yet. Chiron had given the campers the summer off, even allowing them to return to school the following year.

Today was the last day of camp and the entire summer stood before the demigods. Most of them were perplexed, slightly lost in fact, as to what to do with their newly acquired spare time.

Percy, on the other hand, had slightly more important things on his mind. The seventeen year old boy knew it was perhaps a little too soon, but there was no harm in asking. Well, except for the fact their five years of friendship would be ruined and that he could be friend-zoned.

He knew that all that he could do was leave it up to Aphrodite. Percy snorted nervously at the thought of fickle Aphrodite playing with his love life like a child playing with silly putty. Maybe he should have offered something to her prayer at dinner. Dammit.

Annabeth had promised she'd meet him by the ocean after packing up. The ocean always calmed Percy, relaxing his nerves. Today, out of all days, Percy could not afford cold feet. He was the hero of Olympus twice over and here he was, still nervous to ask a simple question.

"Percy!" he turned to see a tall, slender figure run towards him, and her blond hair tied back in a ponytail, bouncing as she ran.

He rose up his own hand, managing to give a weak wave in return. His other hand crept into his pocket, grasping the black box within as solace.

Her gray eyes twinkled with mirth at the thought of spending one last relaxing evening with her boyfriend… 'Her boyfriend.'

Maybe he should wait. After all, Annabeth hadn't seemed too keen on the idea when he had mentioned it at New Rome. Gods, why was this so difficult?

"What's up Seaweed Brain?" she asked cheerfully. "You look like a Minotaur was charging you. I'm not that hideous-looking, am I?"

Percy immediately shook his head no, "No, no. I was just astonished at my luck."

"Oh yeah? What for?"

"To have such a gorgeous girlfriend."

"You are so cliché," she chuckled. "But, I like it." She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her level.

The weight of the black box in Percy's pocket increased as she kissed him on the lips, his lips responding to the familiar motion. But soon, he pulled back under Annabeth's questioning eyes.

"Percy?"

Percy steadied himself, calming his nerves before saying the well-rehearsed lines of many men before him. He got down on one knee, unable to meet Annabeth's eyes until he managed to get the box out. He fumbled around a bit, looking into the wrong pocket, but he got it eventually.

He looked into Annabeth's eyes, surprised to see them gentler than he was used to. Taking her by one hand, he held out the open box in the other, "Annabeth Chase, I have known you for five years in which we have been through hell and back, literally. You were with me the best and the worst of times. We've gone from being bitter enemies to boyfriend and girlfriend. I know we are a few months away from turning eighteen, but who knows with demigods? I am in love with you, Miss Chase. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?"

"Yes Percy, yes."

Percy slid the ring on her, kissing her once on the top of her nose, "I love you Wise Girl."

That's the prologue. I'm hoping that the remaining chapters will be considerably longer. I generally tend to average between 2K to 3K words per chapter.

I'm not sure about this yet, so maybe you could vote:

1) Annabeth and Percy are married when they start at Goode that fall.

2) Get married somewhere during the year but still engaged.

Anyway, if you liked it, leave me a review, fave, or follow.

~Voldy