Quick one shot that I thought of a few days ago but never got around to publishing. Hope you enjoy!

I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bri-

Percy bolted upright, kicking out of his sleeping bag in the process. His mind was fuzzy, the dream slipping from him, but the basic idea stuck in his head.

The Labyrinth was messing with his head, it had to be, because there was no way he could have dreamed that. No way that it could have been so realistic, and definitely no way that it could have been like one of his normal dreams. Ones that came true.

"Percy?" Annabeth asked, shifting slightly so that she was looking at him. Her expression held concern, but also a hint of the annoyance that she always saved especially for him, "You okay?" She raised her eyebrows.

Percy swallowed, "Yeah, fine." He responded, busying himself with folding his sleeping bag. Annabeth was watching him warily.

"You had a dream." She said matter-of-factly. Percy shrugged like it didn't matter, staring at his sleeping bag in front of him. "What was it about?" She asked. Those dreaded words...

Percy felt heat rush up to his face and he hurriedly grabbed his backpack, digging through it and pretending he didn't hear her. She wasn't fooled, of course, and instead moved closer so that they could talk better. He tried to concentrate on looking through his backpack and not how she looked pretty in the light thrown from some torches on the wall.

"Percy, you can tell me. If it's to do with the quest-"

"It's not," He cut her off, still not looking her in the eye, but he could tell she was shocked.

"It isn't? Then what is it? Is it about..." She trailed off, "You know..."

"No, it wasn't about Luke, Annabeth." He snapped, "It was about my future."

"So you have a future past sixteen?" She looked hopeful, and he quickly wondered why that was. Then, he ruled it off as her wanting him to survive because they are friends, but it stung a bit thinking of that.

"I think so..." Percy said slowly.

"We defeat Kronos?"

"Annabeth, I'm not even sure if this dream is prophetic or whatever-"

"Big word,"

"Shut up. For all I know, it's just me hoping that it'll happen." He finished, picking at the hem of his jeans. Tyson let out a loud snore and Grover mumbled 'Food' in his sleep.

"So, why won't you tell me?" She asked, "Is it that embarrassing?" She seemed to like that aspect, probably thinking she could tease him about it later. Little did she know, she'd be just as embarrassed as he was.

"No," He lied, "Just... Personal, I guess." He scratched his neck.

Annabeth narrowed her eyes and he averted his gaze.

"Okay, then. You'd better get back to sleep, it's not your turn to stay up." She said, nodding at his rolled-up sleeping bag. He stared at it for a second.

"No, I think I'll stay up... You can get some rest." He offered.

She sighed, but didn't argue. Instead, she looked over his expression quickly, finding nothing, and stood. She took her place at her sleeping bag and rolled onto her side, not saying a word.

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The dream faded into the background, but it was always there. Percy wondered if it would come true, or if it was a product of his imagination. He didn't know whether he wanted it to come true, not yet anyway, but it had always sparked the smallest bit of hope in his chest. Maybe he and Annabeth would survive this war, maybe he'd get up the courage to even ask her out.

He highly doubted it, though, he knew he would die by the time he was sixteen. And if he did survive, he was a wuss when it comes to that stuff.

Little did he know...