It started off slow. First Percy kept misplacing his keys or losing the remote, but little things that happen to everybody.

Then he started to forget what he was saying, words would stick to the tip of his tongue. It was only strange because he never really had done it before. But plenty of people do it all the time, it was no big deal. He was just being a seaweed brain.

Annabeth couldn't help but continue to rationalize his behavior. They'd been through enough, hadn't they?

One day Annabeth found him pacing around their living room muttering to himself, so she went to him to see what's wrong.

When he saw her he quickly burst with, "What's her name?"

"Her name? Who's name?"

"Annabeth I can't remember her name!" He grabbed her by the shoulders, "I should remember her name! She's- She's my-" he let Annabeth go and backed away, running a shaky hand through this thoroughly pre-tussled hair.

She had never seen him this upset... she couldn't even place a time in their monster fighting days when he ever was this distressed. And they had fought in two wars.

She took a quick breath and took his hands in hers, "Hey I want to help, but you're going to have to give me a few more clues. What is she to you?" She lead him to the couch and they sat side by side.

He smiled that trouble makers smile of his, "Good idea. She's my- um..." his smile fell and the look that was usually reserved for trying to read, only to be hindered by dyslexia, appeared across his features. "umm... the... I know she's important. She's- umm... I know there's a word for this..." he quickly stood back up to pace. He ruffled up his hair more, "I just had it!"

Annabeth heard the faint sound of water pressure building. Of course he'd pace between the bathroom and the kitchen, not that outside would have been any better. "Percy, calm down-"

"Calm down? Calm down?! How am I suppose to calm down when I can't remember my own mother's name?!" a pipe bursts inside the wall behind him, the water stain spread quickly at first but slowed after the initial burst to freedom.

Annabeth jumped to her feet, "Sally! Her name is Sally Jackson!" She took a few cautious steps toward him, "Now can you please just take a breath? You're about to flood the living room."

"Sally..." he pauses to consider the name, like somehow it was still a foreign idea, but then the light came back into his sea-green eyes. "Right, of course!" his smile faltered, "I knew that..." He turned around to face the water damage that was still spread through the wallpaper. Although it seemed more like he wasn't actually seeing the damage so much as sensing the water that wasn't in the pipes. "I should fix that." He said with no real emotion in his voice at all.

That was the day Annabeth seriously started to look into Percy's forgetfulness. She prayed to all the gods that is wasn't what she thought it was... but how often was she wrong?

A.N.:
Playing with the idea that Hera's memory messing magic could have consequences later on in life. Because hey, heroes rarely die happily.