Chapter 1

Sally watched as Annabeth and Percy slept, tangled up with one another. They had managed to get to each other yet again last night. No matter what she did they always ended up in each others arms.

It had been one month. One month of painfully watching her son and his girlfriend slip away. One month ago, Percy and Annabeth had stumbled over the threshold. Their torn, bloody, filthy clothes hung on their bodies, their faces hollow and ghostly. But their eyes. There was nothing there. The bright spark that always greeted the worried mother was dead. Gone. And replaced with dull glance.

"We won." Percy had said, unsmiling. His voice was rough and flat, there was no emotion in it.

Sally had put them to bed in separate rooms but soon found that unless the could see each other the nights were filled with screaming, thrashing, moaning, crying...

Percy shifted in his sleep, Annabeth's body copied the movement so that they were still together.

One month of them hardly speaking, hardly doing anything.

The life was still gone from the eyes of Sally's hero's but she knew that it could come back. And she was going to make it, because that's what mothers do.

The other chapters won't be this depressing.