Hi! This is my first ever PJO fic (although I practically spend most of my time on FF here, LOL.) This is my take on how Percy and Annabeth will get back together when they reunite at Roman Camp (hopefully, in The Son of Neptune), but you know. Anyway, this story is basically about the gods rooting for Percabeth and trying to defy Zeus and Hera to help Percy remember Annabeth without risking his life. So, enjoy!

Disclaimer: Percy Jackson is the sole property of Rick Riordan. If it was mine, it wouldn't be nearly as awesome.

one: poseidon.

~ p e r c y .

The boy named Perseus sat up in his bed, breathing heavily.

His dream had unnerved him. The first part of his dream had been strange. A man, who had been wearing Birkenstocks, a Hawaiian shirt, Bermuda shorts and a fishing cap, had appeared in his dream.

"P—Neptune?" he had asked.

"Please, son, call me Poseidon. It is my favourite name, and you know me best by it."

The man was his father. And he didn't care he was using the Greek names. That was odd, considering the first time he had used them, Lupa had given him a stern look and one of his best friends, Allegra, had to give him a crash course in Roman gods.

However, Lupa had said that the gods hadn't been answering any prayers for about a month, so he wondered why Poseidon was talking to him.

"I thought the gods had stopped talking to their children. Why are you talking to me?"

"Zeus believed that we were getting too close to our mortal offspring, and closed Olympus. We gods were forbidden to contact our mortal children, and even Dionysus, who was meant to be on probation on Earth, was recalled. However, most of us believe this new law is ridiculous. I know for a fact Artemis still contacts her Hunters, even ventures to Earth. Aphrodite risked a chance with some of her children and I wouldn't put it past Hephaestus to have some sort of contraption that defies this rule."

"But you're just talking to me in a dream."

"I am capable of that, Perseus. The only gods who have followed his ruling to the tee are Ares and Athena. Athena has always been far too obedient to her father for her own good and I don't believe Ares sees reason to send messages to his children anyway. Besides, I am Zeus's brother. He is dangerous, but I do not fear him, and nor does my brother Hades. In fact, Hades believes Zeus has become delusional, and is still giving his son advice, inviting him back to his palace. And I intend to do the same to you."

He was way past confused, but something had struck a chord with him when his father said 'Athena'. When he finally managed to sum up his feelings in words, he said, "Father, I'm lost."

"It is to be this way. Hera has meddled in dangerous affairs, bringing you here, but I must agree with my sister: it must be done. Trust me; everything will come back in due course."

"I feel… I feel like I've forgotten something important. And I'm trying to remember what it is, but I just can't. And it's annoying the Hades out of me. Gods, it feels good calling it Hades without getting a whack to the head."

His father chuckled. "I have told you before: you are like me in the sense that the sea does not like to be restrained. But trust me on this, son, do not rush it. What you seek will be revealed very soon. She will not rest until she is." After saying that, Poseidon looked like he had revealed too much.

"She? Is it a girl?"

But Poseidon never answered his question. "Zeus senses an illegal dream; I must leave you now. I do not know when I will be able to contact you again, but remember this, Percy. You are a Son of Poseidon, not a Son of Neptune. Don't let a Roman make you think otherwise. They may seem one in the same, but they are not. Neptune is really only revered for his horses. But I, Poseidon, am revered for my power over the seas. That is why they fear you."

"What? Wait, Dad—"

"Be safe, Percy. I'll leave you with an image that will remind you of home. They are coming for you."

"Who? Dad, what—?"

But Poseidon had faded into blackness, and was slowly being replaced by a picture of a group of people sitting around a ping-pong table, almost all dressed in orange. He also saw one of them asleep, about twenty pencils up his nostrils.

He noticed that the only boy not dressed in orange was speaking, and he was looking at… something he couldn't see, which bugged him. "Percy Jackson is at the other camp and probably doesn't even remember who he is."

It occurred to him what Poseidon was calling him: Percy. Not Perseus, which he knew was his name, not Perce, which his friends, Octavian (Tav) or Allegra (Legs) called, him, but Percy.

And although he had no recollection of his surname up to this point, he knew almost immediately that they were talking about him. He was Percy Jackson. He knew when he met his friends today, he would start telling him to call him Percy.

It suddenly occurred to him what shirt the boy who was talking was wearing. Rather than orange, it had been purple.

He wore those purple shirts.

But something inside him felt just like he did when he put on the shirt a week ago: like he should be wearing a different shirt.

An orange one.

~ a n n a b e t h .

She trudged back to Athena Cabin alone.

She did most things alone, these days. It scared her sometimes, but she assured herself that she would find Percy and she wouldn't be alone anymore.

The one thing that unnerved her the most was that when Annabeth was fighting a monster, and she was ready to yell out a quick battle plan to the person who was supposed to stick right by her side in a battle. And then she turned and realised he wasn't there. So she had to fight the thing by herself.

Sure, she could handle it herself, but fighting monsters alone really sucked.

And now, she and Jason had realised the awful truth. Percy was stuck at a Roman Camp, possibly being tortured for having no memories whatsoever, or being admired. Possibly getting cosy with one of the female campers.

Why?

Oh, because he doesn't have any idea who she is, that's why.

She angrily kicked a little pebble, and watched as it rolled off. It was all Hera's fault. She had blanked Jason and Percy's memories, and put them in different places. Was it some sort of punishment? Sure, she had insulted the goddess. But it had been almost two years ago, and Hera had been sending cows after her ever since. But to take away her boyfriend?

Annabeth wasn't sure she could handle it.

So she stumbled into her cabin, and jumped into her bunk, her armour still on, and cried. She wished Zeus hadn't passed the law about closing Olympus. Annabeth needed to speak to her mother. Her mother would always find and answer to a situation.

Annabeth prayed really hard to Athena that night. She prayed for guidance, for strength, for some marital help.

None came.

That was, until Annabeth fell into a restless sleep, and in her dream, a man who looked a lot like Percy appeared.

"Lord Poseidon," Annabeth gasped, looking at the man, dressed in gear that made him look like he was ready to go fishing.

"Hello, dear Annabeth. I would ask you how you are, but I assume that you are not well."

Naturally, Annabeth was shocked. When would Poseidon drop in to check on children of Athena?

The Sea God chuckled, as if he had read her thoughts. "You are a special case, Daughter of Athena. I rather like you. You are very much like your mother—well, her good qualities, anyway—yet unlike her in many ways. It enthrals me. Not to mention my son has taken quite a liking to you."

Her heart lurched as he casually spoke about her boyfriend, but she laughed at Poseidon's remark about Athena's 'good' qualities. "I didn't know you admired anything about my mother, no offence, Lord Poseidon. But Percy… is he okay? The Romans haven't butchered him alive, have they?"

"No, he's well," Poseidon reassured her, which brought back the air into her lungs. "He has been 'claimed' by Neptune. Gods, I dislike the name Neptune. I really prefer Poseidon."

With her ADHD mind, Annabeth vaguely wondered why her mother hated Poseidon so much when he acted much more human and kind than the other gods. But majority of her mind was focusing on the topic at hand. "He… he doesn't remember me, does he?"

There was a pause before Poseidon answered. "He doesn't remember you, but then again, he barely remembers anything. He didn't even remember his surname, poor boy. But what he does know is that he is forgetting something important, and he knows it's got something to do with Athena. I told him what he is seeking will be discovered, and that you will not rest until it is."

"What… what did he say?"

"Naturally, he was confused, but he guessed I was talking about a girl. But I had to cut that dream short. He wasn't to ask too many questions. It is too dangerous for him to find out who he is now. But he will not give up on you. His faith in his past is stronger than that of the Jason boy. Like you tied him to his mortal life, you are tying him to his past."

"What?"

"Annabeth, he told you the reason why survived his bath in the River Styx. Tyson, Grover, Sally, me… we all flashed in his head. But you saved him. Your memory helped him out of that river. You are the one thing tying him to his mortal life. And just because he's forgotten his memories, doesn't mean he has lost his invulnerability. You still tie him to the mortal world, Annabeth. He may not remember you, but you are still tied to him. He will not disregard you easily."

Although it was a dream, Annabeth began to cry. "You've spoken to him. I wish my mom would speak to me."

"Like I said to Percy, I am not scared of Zeus. He is my brother. But your mother admires him, fears him. She does not wish to disobey him because she is his favourite daughter. But she wishes she could. But it is not easy for Athena. I have never seen her so frustrated and conflicted before. But back to Percy. He is fine. I have left him a message, telling him that you are coming."

"Thank you, Lord Poseidon," Annabeth replied, the tears coming down her cheeks. "Thank you so much."

"You really are a strange Child of Athena. And I am glad that it is you that Percy picked rather than your siblings. No offence. Despite the rivalry between your mother and I, I am always quite surprised to see how well you two get along."

"Well, he's my Seaweed Brain. I'm the only one allowed to mess with him."

Poseidon chuckled, before his face reached up into a lazy smile, not unlike Percy's. "I must leave you now, in case Zeus realises I have spoken to two demigods in one night. I have come to reassure you. And I shall speak to your mother. Of course, I might have no results… but you need a mother right now, Annabeth."

"Thank you, Lord Poseidon. It means a lot."

With a final smile, Percy's father disappeared, leaving a smell of sea salt.

Slowly, the image was being replaced by another, of a boy with a purple shirt sleeping in a small blue cabin. She didn't know whether it was her hyperactive imagination or if it was another of Poseidon's gifts, but she gasped.

The boy was Percy.

He had jumped out of bed, breathing heavily. "Perseus… Percy. Percy Jackson. They're coming for me." He frowned. "I'm the Son of Poseidon, not Neptune… and I'm pretty sure I'm forgetting something to do with Athena."

Annabeth's heart skipped a beat, as he angrily played with his hair, his expression clearly stating he was over the amnesia. Then, slowly, out of his pocket, he drew a piece of paper, scribbled with a little note. Annabeth could read what was on it.

Seaweed Brain,

When you get up, meet me at the arena. Whoever loses must announce they are an idiot, and hug Chiron. (It would be so much better if Mr D was around, but anyway.)

Wise Girl.

"Who are you, Wise Girl?" he asked, while Annabeth tried breathing and wondered why Hera left him with that note, which she remembered writing. "I wish… I wish I remember you."

Then the image faded, and Annabeth woke up in the Athena Cabin, startled.

Yeah, so basically that was a test run :3 I hope you did like it. If you did, I will continue :D (I mean, I've already gotten it written it up...) So, yeah!

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