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20 October 2011 @ 01:52 am
Always Ourselves We Find in the Sea  
Title: Always Ourselves We Find in the Sea
Author: potter_lover456
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Percy/Rachel
Warnings/Spoilers: Minor spoilers for the Heroes of Olympus series, if you squint.
Summary: After the war, Rachel waits for her god.

For whatever we lose (like a your or a me)
It's always ourselves we find in the sea.
--e.e. cummings

(In the end, it was just the two of them. Percy and Rachel. Rachel and Percy.)

The clouds are gray, the weather stormy. The ocean is thrumming with power, ready to pound the shore with wave after wave. Rachel is cold in her bathing suit and white button down--his white button down. Her red hair whips around her face, getting in her mouth and stinging her eyes.

But she calmly waits for him, because she knows he will come. One day, he will come.

Somewhere along the way, sometime after their first meeting but before the time he broke her heart, Rachel knew it was crazy. To love a demigod when you are mortal is insane, but to love a god? To expect something in return?

Lesser mortals than her had gone crazy.

He was a hero, twice over. He had defeated the Titans and then the Giants. Olympus owed him, once again.

And this time, when Zeus offered to immortality, he had nothing left to live for.

It was fire that ended it all. A giant fire, roaring and ripping through the acropolis. It could not be denied and it would not be extinguished.

Annabeth was not its chosen victim, it just so happened that she was in the way. Her shrieks would echo in the ears of all the warriors, Greeks and Romans alike, for what seemed like eternity.

(But the mark of Athena burns and burns. In his memory, in his heart.)

She waits each day in the ocean, waiting for her god to come. The God of the Tides, he is called.

She never knows what day he will come, just that as the sun's last orange rays fall behind the horizon, she might feel his hands on his shoulders. His finger tips tracing paths down her arm, leaving trails of energy (pure energy) on her skin. She might feel his breath on her neck as he runs his lips over her, her neck, her hair.

He never faces her, never looks her in the eye. Just runs his hands over her, exciting her body. He whispers things into her ear, but he never says her name.

In the beginning, Rachel was crazy. She thought he was there for her. Now she knows.

Now she knows, it was never about them. It was about him and her. Each looking for themselves in another person, trying to find that shred of life, of vivacity, to keep them going.

Because in the end, it will be Rachel and Percy (and Annabeth).