Trouble. That's the word that shone in neon light since he opened his eyes, feeling a surge in his body, hearing the chaos around him, and feeling congratulations for something he clearly didn't understand.

Reason slowly crept up on him. He recognized the place where he had spent so many of his summers and had barely survived it all. Camp Half Blood. His campmates, the flag in his hand, Riptide in the other, and the congratulations made it clear he had won another game of Capture the Flag.

Which made absolutely no sense.

Perseus Jackson was definitely not seventeen anymore. Gods, he barely remembered the last time he'd captured the flag. His mind was always on his studies, college, his new apartment, and...

His wife.

His eyes search for something. The wedding ring is gone, replaced by several friendship bracelets and traces that aren't his. The girl smiling and congratulating him wasn't his wife. Gods, she would kill him if another woman got close enough to the son of Poseidon, and yet, where was she?

Suffocated by the attention and grateful for the Stolls brothers' distraction, he fled to his cabin. It was still the same way he remembered years ago when he left the camp, forever determined to live an ordinary life, without the privileges of the gods and the pursuit of monsters.

Shirts thrown about in what he considered a tidy manner. Magazines and comics. A few blue candies on the bed ready to be eaten after a game like that, and...nothing from you.

Percy only found some relief by sitting by the campfire that night. To his dismay, everyone was talking trivial nonsense that he couldn't pay attention to, Grover had gotten lost somewhere, and Annabeth sat dangerously close to him, moving forward with a little smile and an eagle eye whenever he moved a little away from her.

"You're acting weird. If you want, we can go to the stables and..." She suggests casually. But gods, he knew the end of this story. And what she wanted.

At seventeen when he was still that boy, maybe he would have been foolish enough to question and go with her. But he was a married man. Married! His sea-green eyes finally gain a little light as he finds the one he's been wanting to see all day: his wife. The image full of delicacy that he so much loved...and...

"Percy?" He ignored the annoying little voice beside him as he stood up in a rush, crossing the messy circle and grabbing her hand.

"My love..." He smiles broadly and for a moment everything seems in place.

He hadn't counted on the punch landing directly on his nose, hard enough to break it, as he held both hands to his nose in disbelief. In absolute shock.

Damn, he forgot his wife had a mean left hook. And last but not least, she hated him when they were teenagers.