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She's hugging him tight, and the Romans are gaping at them.
He doesn't mind.
All he can feel is her hair tickling his cheek, and the bone-crushing, almost unpleasant strength of her arms around him. She smells like lemon and sunshine and summer.
She pulls away slightly, her gray eyes boring into his. "Still drooling, Seaweed Brain?" she asks, a smile tugging at her lips.
He considers glaring at her, but instead he presses his face into the crock of her neck, breathing in her comforting scent. Some strands of her hair get in his mouth. He can't say he cares, though.
"Missed you, too," he mumbles.
He doesn't mind.
All he can feel is her hair tickling his cheek, and the bone-crushing, almost unpleasant strength of her arms around him. She smells like lemon and sunshine and summer.
She pulls away slightly, her gray eyes boring into his. "Still drooling, Seaweed Brain?" she asks, a smile tugging at her lips.
He considers glaring at her, but instead he presses his face into the crock of her neck, breathing in her comforting scent. Some strands of her hair get in his mouth. He can't say he cares, though.
"Missed you, too," he mumbles.
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You and Me
Annabeth took a deep breath. She fought down the dread, the panic, the excitement, the fear, the pain, the joy, the happiness, the tears that were threatening to overwhelm her as the Argo II began its descent. Percy was below her. She just knew it. In fact, if she didn't choose to believe that he was below her right this very minute she would probably spontaneously combust. Or something equally horrific.
But there he was, mere feet away, a crowd of silent, observing Romans standing between them.
She hardly noticed them.
She shoved her way through the crowd, pushed her way toward him, shouted his name. "Annabeth!" he shouted in retu
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Selfless
Percy didn't know what it was, obviously. He couldn't see it.
But from what he could tell, it was about twenty feet long, vaguely snakelike, with ten or more glowing red eyes, and at least six arms. It was slow, which was good because it had been slithering after him and Annabeth for the past three days. Now that they were at the Doors, though, it had finally caught up.
And all the other monsters that had been chasing them were catching up, too. Percy was glad he couldn't see most of them, but even in the dim light of his sword, what he saw made him wonder if he'd ever be sane again. A large part of him wished he were dead.
Then ther
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My Percabeth Reunion
"PERSEUS. JACKSON."
The voice was so loud and commanding that everyone in the crowd— who had only just been greeting Jason— turned their attention toward the gangplank of the Argo II. On it was a rather small girl (small for the size of the voice that came out of her mouth) with curly blond hair and gray eyes so piercing they could be seen clearly from people on the very edge of the gathering.
She had placed her hands firmly on her hips and was glaring into the crowd at one person in particular: the newly elected praetor, Percy Jackson. When she spotted him, her eyes narrowed and she stormed down the plank. The crowd parted
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Well, I highly doubt this is the last reunion story I'll write. And I also doubt their reunion will be this happy and simple. But we can hope.
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I have a feeling, the Romans will like.... attack or something, and Percy's Praetor (sp?) position will be taken away or whatever when he tries to protect Annabeth and other people on the ship he knows. And Jason/Reyna/Piper thing probably won't be very cheerful either. hahaha.