Cause I never finish one story before moving on to another one…

Anyway, as the description says, this is about Nancy and Matt meeting Percabeth later on in life. It's probably going to end up as a two-shot.

Disclaimer: PJO belongs to Rick Riordan. Not sure who owns the cover image.

Nancy Bobofit, ex-kleptomaniac, was, ironically, a bank teller at the Bank of America. Granted her father had pulled a few strings for her, she had managed to keep up the standards. At least she hadn't been fired…yet. She had lasted longer here than her old job as a library assistant.

So, at the grand age of twenty-three, she was dishing out money in front of a counter. The salary was decent enough for someone without a college diploma, the job only requiring having only graduated high school. But, it also required something that Nancy didn't have: people skills. True to her middle school nature, she had yet to learn how to be friendly. Apparently pelting a customer on the back of the head with a roll of quarters was deemed worthy of a probation warning.

Well, with her father's support of the bank, they would have issues if they attempted to rid her of the job. Nancy leaned back on her seat, propping her feet on the counter. This resulted in her receiving a pointed glare from the hawk-eyed older lady in the cubicle behind her. Whatever, it didn't matter. There were no bank customers at ten in the morning on a Saturday.

"I'm going out for a bit," she declared, standing up.

Her superintendent, a pot-bellied man, stood up, his face red with impatience, "Ms. Bobofit, I expect you to sit back down this instance."

"Chill man," she replied, grabbing her purse.

"Ms. Bobofit!" his anger rising by the second, knowing that he was in no position to question the bank benefactor's daughter, "You are required to stay until lunch break."

"Yeah, whatever man," she rolled her eyes, trying to sidestep the man when a small little bell ringing indicated that a customer had entered. Both turned to look at the door, spotting a young, blond woman. The superintendent gave Nancy a glare, signaling her to get back to her seat. Nancy replied with a look that said, 'you owe me.'

The blonde approached the counter with a slight smirk playing on her lips, as though she had noticed the tense exchange between the two. Nancy internally scowled. She got a better look at the blonde, noticing that they were about the same age, give or take a year.

Her blond hair was curled perfectly but looked natural, unlike the results one gets when using a curling iron. Trust Nancy, she knew what she was talking about. The other girl's make up was minimal yet suited her. She was gorgeous, no denying it, especially with that tan. It wasn't one of those oompa-loompa tans that one gets while in Jersey.

And the fact that she dressed professionally in pencil skirt and white blouse with a light blazer on top somehow rubbed Nancy the wrong way. But, she didn't dare say anything. The girl's intense, intimidating gray eyes were enough to get anyone to shut up. Even big-mouth Nancy.

The girl cleared her throat, snapping Nancy out of her thoughts, "Uh, sorry… Can I help you?" Nancy could feel the superintendent's shocked face behind her. She, Nancy Bobofit, had apologized. She sent him a middle finger to effectively shut him up.

"I'm here to get a loan under Annabeth Chase," the blonde said without a hint of hesitation, rummaging through her handbag to pull out perfect, un-crumpled papers. She placed them on the counter. That's when Nancy noted the simple engagement band on her left hand ring finger. Annabeth looked back at the door as though expecting someone.

Seeing Nancy's questioning glance, she replied with a small, unamused smile on her face, "My fiancé should be here, but he's generally late. Though I did tell him it was important to be here on time."

By then, Nancy had pulled out the forms required for documentation, "Sign here, here, and here." Annabeth did so accordingly. The two then just stood awkwardly. Annabeth broke the awkward eye contact by going through the terms and agreements in the documents in front of her. But, that didn't take long, resulting in another match of "let's not stare at one another."

And finally, the door opened. Nancy thanked whichever god it was that saved them from the increasingly uncomfortable situation. The man rushed to the counter with something in his hand. He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. Annabeth didn't respond, turning away slightly.

He looked familiar, but Nancy couldn't place where she had seen him. It wasn't until he faced her did she gasp. If Annabeth was gorgeous, this man was breath-takingly beautiful. If beautiful can be used to describe a man. He had blue-green eyes, predominantly green, framed with thick black lashes. His hair too was as dark as a tar road…Not the most flattering description, but he was beautiful. Nancy stared openly as the couple had a stare down.

The man made the first move, "I'm sorry I'm late?" He shrugged his shoulders, not sure of his fiancée's response.

"I told you to be on time," she replied tapping her foot with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Here, have a chocolate," he dug into his pocket, offering her one.

Annabeth pushed aside his hand though she grinned a little, "No thank you."

"I forgot the papers at home? So I had to go get them?" he tried again, trying to phrase them as question.

"Just sign the damn papers, Perce," she let out a small chuckle, almost unnoticeable. Well, Nancy didn't notice it, preferring to stare at those lips, imagining what it would feel like against her own. She leaned forward…

"Excuse me," the man interrupted her daydreams about him, "Can I have the papers?"

Nancy pushed forward the clipboard with the documents and a pen. He pulled out a pen from his own pocket which was engraved, Riptide.

He finished signing the documents, "I assume Annabeth read all these twice over, so there's no need for me to bother myself and read them." Annabeth rolled her eyes at her fiancé, leading him away from the counter and towards the door. Nancy looked over the papers, making sure everything was correct. She looked at the chicken scrawl of a signature, trying to make out the name.

It wasn't until the couple had left the building when the bricks came tumbling down and hit Nancy in the face. Metaphorically of course. The building didn't actually collapse, but it might have just as well have.

After thirteen long years, she had seen Percy Freakin' Jackson. Damn. What a change.

Coming up next is Matt Sloan.

I will be updating The Green Eyed Marine in the next two weeks. I've started the epilogue, so it shouldn't be too long.

Anywho, till then, review/fave/follow.

~TJ