Percy and Annabeth-Their future

A New Perspective

I'm just going to preface this chapter with a little clarification, because if I didn't... well, you guys would be extremely confused ;). I thought it would be interesting to try a new point of view at this point in the story, and as many of you guys have asked to see more of Sophia and Logan... well, here's your surprise :)

Sophia's POV

The sun streamed in, streaking its rays on my face as I awoke that Friday morning. The silhouette of Logan's toned body as he searched for a shirt was the only thing blocking the sun from my eyes, and to be honest, I liked my view much better. 

"Good morning," I said, trying not to close my eyes. I didn't want a second of the day to slip away.

"Hey beautiful," Logan smiled, his brown hair messy as his chestnut colored eyes bore into mine. He leaned over the bed to kiss me.

"Do you really have to go today?" I asked, sitting up as Logan went back to packing. Logan's job had been really impressed with him lately, and now they were sending him to San Francisco to close some important deal. And as proud as I was of him and his success, I hated seeing him leave. 

"I really have to go," He repeated my words back to me, his voice soft like morning light before it pierced through the windowpanes. But as the light does, harsh reality always seemed to set in eventually. It was almost December, so Logan and I had been married for two and a half years. I guess the 'honeymoon glow' had to wear off at some point. 

"I'm just going to miss you so much." I took his hand, smiling the kind of smile you see on TV when the girl knows it's only right to let the love of her life go, but she can't bear it.

"About that... Jeremy, from work, he was supposed to be on the same flight to San Francisco... right next to me, actually, but, uh, he had to change his flight so he gave me his ticket to give to you. And I would be absolutely thrilled if you would come with me." Logan laughed as I jumped into his arms, his shirt far too big on me and flowing. 

"Of course I'll come with you, Zombie," I smiled, remembering the day that name had first come about. 

I was sixteen, learning to drive, with Logan by my side. And let's just say my early driving skills... well, it was a rough time. Long story short, I had to retake the stupid test three times. Turns out you can't assume the test is based on logical answers.

"Okay, Soph, now slowly back it out..." Logan said as soothingly as possible. I pressed the brake and he was immediately slammed back into his seat.

"Was that better?" I asked, admiring my handy work. I was in the road and out of that fake parallel parking space on the driveway.

"You're supposed to imagine the chalk lines are cars! You just ran over a car!" Logan laughed, rolling his window down to try and see how many hypothetical cars I damaged.

"Okay, so I need to work on it how much more?" I released my fingers from the wheel, allowing the white knuckles to receieve blood again.

"Until I stop feeling like I'm a dead man walking when I get out of your car," Logan chuckled, smiling that goofy grin he only smiled at me. And occaisonally himself in the mirror when he thought he looked really good.

"Okay then, Zombie," I said, raising my eyebrows. "Let's do this." 

That day, I realized not only that parallel parking was just about as hard as getting a god apologize, but that I had the most perfect, irresistable, caring, funny boyfriend in the whole world. Flash forward about a decade... I guess I was right.