Happy Birthday to everyone's favorite hero: Percy Jackson! And to the anniversary of Percabeth! So this story is in honor of this day. This story is a one shot of what I think happened when Sally heard the message Percy sent to his mother. Enjoy!

Sally's POV

"Sally please!" Poseidon begged. "I can build you a palace under the sea. I can protect our child there!" The waves were crashing on the shore of Montauk as the seagulls started to chirp from above. The sun was shining down upon us all as I slowly took off my sunglasses. From the corner of my eye I could see him watching me with hope in his eyes. I went to open my mouth to talk when all the came out was the sound of the phone ringing.

My eyes snapped open to hear our telephone ringing throughout the apartment. Paul stirred from his sleep next to me as he slowly woke up. "Okay! Who on earth would call us at," He paused looking at his digital clock. "3:28am?"

I sighed, "Calm down Paul. Let it go to the answering machine."

He started to grumble in response but agreed.

After a few more minutes of non stop ringing it finally dinged. As our automatic answering started to talk to whoever was on the other line. "Hello," Paul's recorded voice said. "This is the Jackson-Blofis residence. Please leave a message and we will get back to you as soon as we can! Thank you!"

As soon the recording was done, another ding was heard. Then a voice started to talk echoing around the apartment. "Mom," it said. That word echoed around the apartment as I dashed over to the phone and stood there panting. It was Percy! My son was ok! "Hey, I'm alive. Hera put me to sleep for a while, and then she took my memory and" My son's voice faltered, as I knew he couldn't explain this whole situation. Paul came out of our bedroom and stood next to me. "Anyway, I'm okay. I'm sorry. I'm on a quest" He stopped again. Paul put his arm around me once he saw that fresh tears were now rolling down my cheeks. A quest?! Oh boy I hope he'll be okay! "I'll make it home. I promise. Love you."

The line went dead as I start to cry from happiness, worry, and down right confusion. "He's alive! He's alive!" We started to chant as we danced around the apartment at 3:35 in morning, not caring if we woke anyone up. After a few minutes of dancing I picked up the phone then start to dial the Camp's phone number to tell them the good news.

So I hope you liked it! Even though it was rather short, so Read and Review!