I pulled my hair into a tight pony tail and let it lay limply on my. I was standing at my mirror, just looking at my pictures that still hung at the edges. There was one of my family, my dad, step-mom and Bobby and Matthew. One of camp, with all my friends. A few of my favorite architectural structures in the world. The last one was the only one I had refused to look at for a while. It was Percy and I sitting on the dock smiling at each other. I bit my lip and closed my eyes. It had been almost nine years since we broke up. I hadn't talked to him in seven. I took a breath to steady myself as a single tear fell to the floor. I would not cry.

" Ready to go?" my brother Malcolm called from the kitchen. I was going to see his daughter's school play with him. I took another breath just in case and grabbed my jacket.

"I'll be right down" I replied trying to fake a smile. I opened my door and trudged down the hall.

"Valerie, let's go" Malcolm said walking to his eight-year-old daughter's room. She opened the door as he was about to knock.

"Seriously Dad, take a chill pill" she said with wide eyes. Valerie acted much older than she was. Malcolm grabbed his keys and stepped out the door, Valerie right behind him.

"Annabeth you coming" He stuck his head in the door. I nodded and walked to the car.

Percy's Pov

"Peter please hurry up" I called to my eight-year-old son. I was at the door, keys in hand ready to drive to Peter's school play. I heard a door open and close, then tiny feet stumbling down stairs.

"Sorry Dad" he yelled as he ran for the door.

We both ran for the car in a hurry, so we wouldn't be late. My son was in the school play, it was a small remake of "The Wizard of Oz". I quickly found a parking space next to a silver jeep that looked a lot like Malcolm's, Annabeth's brother. The thought shocked me. I hadn't talked or seen Annabeth for awhile. I forgot about her and ran to the front of the school behind Peter. As soon as we got to the cafeteria he bolted for the P.E room on the other side. That was basically the "backstage". I looked for a space to sit when I saw her. Her curly blonde hair was in a loose ponytail on her back. Those stormy gray eyes burning a hole in my heart. Annabeth wasn't supposed to be here. I mean yeah it was New York but, I couldn't believe she was here. Even worse the only spot left was right next to Annabeth. This would be really awkward. I squeezed into the seat hoping she wouldn't notice me. I felt her eyes boring into my head.

"Percy?" she said with her high voice. I cursed silently and looked over and met her eyes, her stormy gray eyes.

"Hi Annabeth , long time no see. It's been a few years sin-"

"it's been seven years" Annabeth said a small smile playing at the edge of her lips.

"Oh wow, that long huh?"

"Yeah that long" she rolled her, which was a habit of hers.

"So what are you doing here" I said in a whisper. The play was about to start.

"My niece is in the play, you?"

"My son Peter is the lion" I pulled out my video camera. Her face fell.

"Oh" Annabeth turned and focused in the stage. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket.

"Hello?" I said quietly. It was my wife Carol.

"It's…time" she panted. My eyes got wide.

"I'll be right there" I said in a slur of words. I taped Annabeth's shoulder.

"Yes?"

"Will you record the play and take my son to Mrs. Hensworth over there, his name is Peter. Oh and give her my video camera too. I have to leave right now" I tried to talk fast.

"Um… sure" I didn't wait after that. I handed the camera and got up. I quickly walked to Mrs. Hensworth, who was my neighbor. I asked her if she would take Peter home tonight and baby sit him for a little. She agreed and I ran for the exit as Dorothy walked onstage. Once in my car I shoved the keys in the ignition, put on my set belt and hurriedly raced to the Hospital.

Annabeth's Pov

I sat silently as Dorothy walked onstage. I had Percy's video camera in my hand and I was recording the play for him. I wasn't sure why I was doing that. All I know is that Percy was on his phone for thirty seconds then he asked me to video tape the play and take care of his son for a few minutes after the play. I wasn't really sure why Percy had to leave so suddenly but a few idea's came to mind when I heard the panting voice on the other end of Percy's phone. Suddenly something hit me. Percy had a son. Did he have a wife too? A wife who was in trouble or needed him for something? Possibly. I knew one thing, Percy had moved on and I hadn't. My heart fell as I watched the play go on. At the part with the lion, I almost looked away. Somehow I couldn't, maybe cause Valerie was Dorothy or I wanted to see Percy son. Whatever it was I continued to look at the stage. A little boy in a lion costume skipped on stage. When he looked to the crowd I saw his sea green eyes, just like Percy's. He had brown hair though, it hung to his ears. I couldn't see it well because the costume hid most of it but, I could tell his was a cute little kid. I looked down at the program. I looked at the part of the lion, it said:

Lion: Peter Jackson. Teacher: Ms. Venning

I hadn't moved the camera and I was trying not to, so I looked back up at the stage. After a few more minutes the play had ended and I had to go find Peter.

It wasn't hard I just waited by the door as all the little actors came out to meet their families. Peter passed by me and I grabbed his shoulder to keep him from running. He turned around with wide eyes, his lion costume still on.

"You need to go home with Mrs. Hensworth tonight. Here's your Dad's video camera, tell him Annabeth said your welcome." I said laying the camera in his hands. He nodded and walked off towards Mrs. Hensworth. I saw the two of them disappear through the door and went off to find Malcolm and Valerie.

"Good job, you did great" I said patting Valerie's shoulder's.

"Thank you" she said in a sophisticated tone. I smiled at the eight-year-old memories popping through my head.

I was quiet on the car ride and gulped down my dinner as fast as I could. I ran down the hall and to my room. I had to stay with Malcolm to help with the bills after his wife left. Not that I minded. I laid on my bed trying to shake the memory of Percy. It wasn't easy. Valerie came in and laid down next to me.

"Aunt Annabeth what is sex? Dad won't tell me" she whined. I chuckled to myself.

"Wait till you're older, then I'll tell you" I laughed again. Malcolm probably had a heart attack when Valerie asked that.

"How much older?" she always had nonstop questions.

"Maybe Twelve" I suggested.

"Ok I can live with that. I wouldn't want to wait to know until I'm thirty-two like you" she said.

"I already knew. I've known since I was ten" I said automatically not thinking about what I was saying.

"So you'll tell me when I'm ten" Valerie said hopefully. I groaned.

"We'll see" I muttered. She jumped off and ran to her room. I got up and changed quickly laying back down. I curled up in my comforter and drifted to sleep as Percy's face remained in my thought's like it always is.

Sorry I know it's short. I've been trying to work on grammer, spelling, etc. This has been in my head all morning. One more thing....Jane Redbird please don't kill me.