A.N. So I have been reading a whole bunch of stories about the Percabeth reunion in Mark of Athena, so I decided to write one of my own.

3rd Person P.O.V.

Lose strands of curly, blond hair wisped freely, in the cold misty air. Her once tight pony tail, now loosened from the day's toil. Her gray eyes, watery from the updraft of the stinging wind.

She could feel the lack of sleep weighing heavily on her body; her joints ached, her eyes sagged. But as much as Hypnos called her to his domain, she could not enter. The chemical reactions, and the connections between nerves in her brain, were making her anxious, and constantly in thought. Sleep was the last thing on her mind.

As the ship sailed on, she held onto the port side, side, and consumed herself in the memories of the past eight months.

She could remember the heart wrenching feeling of discovering her boyfriend had disappeared. She could remember the dizzying hope of gaining a lead to the where- abouts of said boyfriend (and the feeling of blinding fury of only finding three demi-gods, no black haired, green eyed Son of Poseidon anywhere). She could remember the excitement of a new clue. The disappointment of not finishing this stupid ship on time. The elation, and almost jaw-dropping, heart-stopping, knee-collapsing, feeling of seeing him for the first time in eight months. To see that he was alive, and able to recognize her.

A soft lurch from the boat woke her. Artemis' chariot lit up the surrounding mist. It danced and gleamed with the outline of each thin layer of condensation. As the miniscule droplets of water coated her person, she could only associate it with her dip in the canoe lake, ten months prior. Tears crawled up, and she swallowed the choking weep lodged in her throat.

"Annabeth?" A voice stifled by a yawn drifted to her. Annabeth turned and saw her brown haired friend. Piper McLean walked towards the blond girl. Piper was wrapped in a large blanket, and shoed by large fluffy pink slippers. She was clothed in sweat pants, and a large orange shirt baring the design of "Camp Half-Blood". Her eyes drooped, and were tinted red. "What are you doing up? It's 2 o'clock in the morning." She let out another yawn. Completely apposing her sibling personalities from the Aphrodite cabin.

"Couldn't sleep." Annabeth watched her friend, take place next to herself.

"You never sleep." She smiled.

"I know. But it looks like that wasn't a problem for you. I don't remember you owning such a baggy camp shirt. It almost looks like the ones for the guys." She raised an eye brow. Her kaleidoscope eyed friend blushed and looked into the misted environment surrounding them.

"I may or may not have fallen asleep in Jason's room. And he may or may not have lent me a shirt to sleep in." The light blushed deepened.

"Mmmhmm…" The smile rested on Annabeth's face. The two stood in silence. "So… Did you two talk all of that out? You know, the whole," She took a deep breath. "Reyna thing?" Piper sighed and looked at her hands.

"Yah. We talked. He said that he couldn't remember everything, but that he remembers that they were really close. That they spent a lot of time together. But he wasn't sure of a relationship. He doesn't think he had one with her. But we are going to wait, and see what happens." The blond girl turned and stared at her friend. They didn't know each other for very long, but even with an age difference, they were the best of friends. "We're going to play a sort of waiting game."

"That is the biggest load of minotaur dung, I have ever heard in my entire life."

"I know. But I can't say I blame him." She sighed again. "What if it was you and Percy, though? And he had a girlfriend in the Roman Camp, but had faint memories of you. How could the other girl be so cruel as to keep a relationship going through fake memories. I want to wait and see. I could never do that to the other girl. I couldn't do that to Reyna. I couldn't rip the girl's heart out by being with him. I couldn't stomp on it by keeping them apart. It's cruel." A soft tear ran down her face. She knew in her heart, it was the right thing to do, that it was what was best for everyone.

"But what about you?"

"I don't know. I'll live." Her voice was soft and even. The older girl draped her arm over her young companion's shoulders. "Go to bed Annabeth. Please? I'll feel better if you do." They looked at each other. The Daughter of Athena, knew that the Daughter of Aphrodite was right. She needed to try.

"Ok." They walked back into the ship, and parted ways to head to their own rooms. Annabeth noticed Piper head in the opposite direction of her room, but in the direction the lead straight to the Son of Jupiter's.

She opened her door. She slipped on some basketball shorts, and threw on a large dark blue shirt. It reeked of salt and sea. She could smell the natural cologne of her boyfriend radiating off his shirt. She climbed into her bed, and covered herself in her blankets, and for once in a long time, fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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A soft light filtered through the light curtains, and onto her sleeping face. She cracked her eyes open at the intrusion. She glanced at the clock that she had stationed on her bed side table.

10:00

Shot out of bed, like a bat out of Hades. As quick as a harpy, she changed into her usual attire of jeans and camp t-shirt. Throwing her hair into a pony tail, and her sneakers on, she dashed out the door, and eventually onto the deck of the boat. Finding no one there, she raced to the control cabin. She found her three new friends sitting and talking, all with cups of coffee in their hands.

"Hey, Sleeping Beauty!" The black curly haired, brown eyed boy turned around with a crazy smile. The brown haired girl from last night got up, and gave Annabeth a steaming cup. Annabeth rolled her eyes, and found herself a spot on a vacant chair. "We should be there in a few hours." Leo spoke up. The blond girl could only stare at her cup. After a few minutes she made eye contact with the blue eyed Son of Jupiter.

"How are you doing, Jason?" The question was loaded with meanings, of more than just asking of sleeping habits, and drowsiness.

"I'm, I'm ok." He looked out the window on his left side, above the control panel, and out into the cleared sky. The room fell into an awkward silence. They sat sipping coffee, not able to look at each other. They knew that in a few hours, the camps would meet. And there were 4 different outcomes. 1. The Romans didn't get the message (or blatantly ignore it) and attack. 2. Jason remembers everything and goes back to the Romans, and Reyna. 3. Percy already has a new girlfriend, and another love triangle is created. And 4. Jason had nothing with Reyna, and stays with Piper, Percy has no girlfriend and goes back to Annabeth, and the two camps get along famously. But it was all up to the Fates, and not even Rachel could see what would occur.

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Everyone on the ship found their way onto the bow. Annabeth stood in between her fatherly figure, and trainer, Chiron, and her friend from the Aphrodite cabin. Chiron was in his centaur form, so that no secrets would be given upon first glance. Also along the sides were, Thalia, Daughter of Zeus, Lieutenant of Artemis, cousin of Percy Jackson, best friend of Annabeth Chase, and full sister of Jason; Clarisse LaRue, Daughter of Ares, stood hand in hand with her boyfriend, Chris Rodriguez, Son of Hermes; then there was Rachel Dare, mortal, Oracle of Delphi, and very good friend of both Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase. The Greeks didn't want to bring a whole army, just the people that were close to Percy, and people that they knew would be of great help in joining the two camps. (Clarisse refused to be left behind).

Leo and Jason remained in the control cabin. Leo guided the ship with a steady hand, and Jason guided him to their destination.

Annabeth could see the hills below her, and recognized her home. She could easily find her way to her father and step-mother's home from where they were.

Her heart raced as they soared over the Oakland Hills.

She felt that her heart would burst out of her chest, and onto the deck right in front of her, as she saw the outline of a city surrounded by a river. For now it was in a powerful rhythm, steady enough for a metronome. Percy, Percy, Percy, Percy…

She felt her shoulder being squeezed. She looked into the kind, deep brown eyes of the centaur next to her.

"You'll be fine, My dear. I promise." His deep voice calmed some of her nerves. She took a deep breath and nodded, looking back into the valley below.

The ship started to descend from the skies into the center of the camp.

The buildings and the structure of the area distracted Annabeth, long enough to catch her breath. She was amazed, and analytical of the Roman architecture. Before she knew it, the ship landed with a thud, and her heart stopped.

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Percy watched as the flying ship came closer and closer to his new home. His new friends stood beside him, still under his arms. He noticed the head of the bronze dragon adjourned on the front. He flashed back to the incident where he first saw the head.

He let out a soft chuckle remembering his friends. The two people he had known that were now gone, the loss of the Capture the Flag game, and the fateful "first date" with Annabeth at the camp's annual Fourth of July fireworks.

Hazel and Frank looked up at him expecting a reason for his chuckle.

"I'll explain later."

The Roman Camp took guard in the city, no weapons were being held, what with Terminus being as strict as he was. All Romans stood around. The adults, the demi-gods going through college, the children on the demi-gods. Everyone was there, curiosity drove them to the streets in herds.

The wooden ship lowered itself into the center, and landed with a thud.

Percy's heart pounded in his chest in a rhythm, steady enough for a metronome. Annabeth, Annabeth, Annabeth, Annabeth... And it continued on. Reyna stood in front. She held the staff that represented the Roman ways, with the eagle mounted on top. But Percy could tell that she was nervous, and that she was afraid of what would come.

Percy stood in his new preator robes. He knew that some of his old friends would never let it down for looking so ridiculous.

A blank was lowered from the upper deck, and slowly, people started to walk down, and Percy made his way to the front of the crowd.

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Annabeth took a deep breath, as the plank was lowered onto the paved ground. Jason was to be the first to walk down, followed by herself, and taking up the very end: Chiron.

Jason gave her a small smile, and took a step forward. She turned and gave a smile to Piper. Thalia, gave her a quick hug, and her electric blue eyes danced.

"I sure can't wait to beat the crap out of that Seaweed Brain for disappearing." The two shared a laugh, like it was a part of an inside joke.

"Me too." Annabeth turned and took her fateful steps onto the plank, and down.

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Percy watched as the blond haired boy made his way down. The crowd erupted into applause and thundered with excitement as their leader stepped on their ground. The blue eyed boy made eye contact with him, and gave him a nod. They knew. But of course, Percy wasn't capable of retaining the leadership role of upmost respect and calmness. He knew that he needed to stay inline beside Reyna, and to represent his new family. He also knew that Lupa, who had just arrived and found her way on the other side of Reyna, would be very disappointed in what he was about to do.

Following the blond boy was her. Annabeth. The girl who held the rhythm of his heart. They made eye contact, and he almost collapsed right there. The power behind her eyes held him steady. They were sad, and passionate. Gray met green.

When her feet hit the ground, he bolted. With as much speed and power as he could muster (and as much coordination as possible to not trip on his robes), he raced to her.

She stared wide eyed, and the crowd grew silent.

He wrapped her in his arms. She almost couldn't breathe, the wind was knocked out of her with the force. It took her a few seconds to come to terms with what happened, and hugged him back. When he felt her arms snake their way around him, he picked her up and spun her around.

Them, for the first time in eight months. He kissed her. He kissed he with such passion that she couldn't believe it. It was better than the kiss that set off the dormant volcano, more sweet than the kiss that determined their relationship, and more passionate than the kiss shared underwater.

Annabeth had not been one for too much P.D.A., but at the moment, she couldn't care less that her family and people she didn't know were watching; she couldn't care less that it gave a bad first impression; she couldn't care less that she was losing her ability to breathe.

When his soft lips left hers, she felt empty. Neither parties let go. They stayed in each other's arms, foreheads touching, tears running down both of their cheeks. They weren't ones to cry. But after being separated for so long, and with only each other to see, the tears fell.

"Hey." His silky voice was like the ocean waves. Powerful and graceful. Lapping at the shore, and comforting those standing in the surf. It sounded like home to her.

"Hi." Her voice filled his heart. The warmth and love that was reserved for those who deserved it, blanketed her voice. To him, it sounded like home.