Beyond Alaska

Peter Johnson

"Anna-Annabeth? You're a-alive. How is this?" I didn't bother the tears in my eyes as I crashed her in a hug.

She was the only one I ever loved, the only one who understood me. She was a dumb daughter of Athena, just like I was the scared son of the sea.

That's what everyone had always called me anyways. The disgraced scared son of the sea. Huh, figures. Why be a hero when you can be a scared little kid?
I shook my head gently as I looked at her.

Annabeth was wearing a light grey crop top, and she had blue skinny jeans on as well. It was different then her usual pink dress and black heels, but it didn't look bad.

"Percy? You saw me yesterday," she smiled at me, but I saw confusion in her eyes. She called me percy, she was like the others, she didn't know who I was. Something must have given it away because Annabeth shook her head softly. "You're not Percy, are you?"

"Maybe it's best if we just talk about this. Can we go to my cabin? It might be best, I would just suggest avoiding Jason for, well, obvious reasons,"

Annabeth looked like she wanted to push further but decided against it, and I held her hand as I moved her towards my cabin.

"So what happened?" She asked.

I looked at her, and it was like looking at a ghost. "First, there's one thing I need to do,"

Annabeth was about to ask a question, but I cut her off with a kiss, knowing I hadn't done it in years. This was just like I was used to, and exactly what I needed.

The blond smiled, "bit that I'm complaining but perc-not Percy, whats going on?"

I took a deep breath, "My name is Peter Johnson. I'm a demigod son of Poseidon, and I've been outcasted my whole life. Everyone is acting different and I don't know why. You—er, the you I know—you were the only one I'd ever been able to talk to, because you knew what it was like. You were a daughter of Athena, but unlike your siblings you weren't quite as intelligent. So you knew me well, but you sacrificed your life to save mine. Then I woke up today, and now, well, no everyone's acting completely different than I know. Annabeth, wise girl, I need your help,"

"Wise girl," she whispered, "I thought your Annabeth wasn't intelligent,"

"She is, but different. She had a different way of thinking, one without proof. She didn't back it up with facts, because she didn't know all facts. But she always right, just too late,"

"So this. . .other Annabeth," the blond scooted closer to me, "she was rather close to you, I gather,"

"No pair had ever been closer,"

"And why were you outcasted, Seaweed Brain?"

I gave a small smile, though I suppressed a grimace. "They called me the Scared Son Of The Sea. I was a pushover, and yet I ended the wars. The others, the brave ones would've kept more alive but, hey what do I know? I'm just a scared son of Poseidon,"

"You know, Percy, the person everyone thinks you are is a hero. A brave one,"

"And?" I moved closer, our faces only inches apart.

"And," Annabeth gave a slight chuckle. "Your just like him, I can see it. Your brave, you just need someone to help you see it,"

"That be a hell of a lot to ask,"

"What if it's not asked? What if it's offered?"

Annabeth closed the gap and kissed, but this time I knew more. She was kissing me, Peter Johnson. Not Percy Jackson.

Well, there you go. New chapter for Susy_Valdez21