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My first foray into the Percy Jackson universe...this was inspired by the Son of Neptune (awesome book, BTdubs)
At the first sound of her son's voice, Sally Jackson's heart stopped.
Every emotion, held back by a frail dam of willpower, suddenly burst forth, and it was all she could do to keep from flat-out sobbing. The fear, the anger, the panic, the grief, the horror, everything. Every nightmarish thought she'd ever had of finding her son's body or opening her door to find a stoic government official or, worse, an utterly broken Annabeth, it all washed away in one instant.
She felt empty, at first: her purpose, to keep going and try not to cry, seemed to vanish. Her son is alive and now…what does she do? What can she do? He's in a world she can't reach, and she resents herself for it.
Then, as the message played on, and Percy's distorted, staticy, hoarse, beautiful voice spoke, rage clouded her vision and fury stole her breath. How dare Hera take her son's memories. How dare that pitiful excuse for a woman rob Sally of her son. And how dare she deny knowledge to his own mother. She clenched the phone tighter, like it was the goddess's throat, and gritted her teeth.
But as Percy quietly said, "I love you," and disconnected, the vehemence faded as quickly as it came, to be replaced by affection and comfort and hope and, above all, love. Because it suddenly didn't matter that he's been nothing but a memory for the past eight months, or that she didn't know where he is, or even that she didn't know when she'll next see him. From that moment on, all that mattered is that her son lives.
And for now, that's enough.
Short and sweet, eh?
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