Author's Note: This has been in my folder for months already, but since I'm sick with this cute little virus called writer's block, I found it again, deemed it acceptable and here it is! I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Rick Riordan owns the Percy Jackson series.

The quest Percy had received from Camp Jupiter was a long and arduous one. What, with his memories missing and the constant surprised looks that he gets from his quest mates as he slays monsters.

He was restless the whole trip. His eyes never stayed on one place for too long. Sometimes on good days, when his headaches were significantly weaker, he blamed the ADHD. But he knew that it wasn't because of his disorder.

Whenever he saw something gold – which was often, since precious stones and metals always found their way to Hazel's path – he sensed that he should remember something. He uncaps Riptide and stares at the shining Celestial Bronze. It was shiny – but it just wasn't gold.

He sees it in his dreams, the gold. Long, curly, soft, lavender-scented gold. And it wasn't quite right. Gold was supposed to be a metal. Metals weren't soft or curly and they most definitely did not smell like lavender, or at least that's what he heard from a teacher once. He remembers running his hands through it while laughing at an inside joke he cannot quite remember. But that's where the dream ends and his subconscious is brought to a place that wasn't nearly as pleasant.

So when the Argo II descends to the Roman camp, he cranes his neck looking for that gold, somehow having the feeling that the gold was with Camp Half-Blood. As the demigods step out to the ship, he finds himself staring at the gray-eyed girl. A million memories crashed into him. He was right.

It was with her all along.