Inspiration struck one night, and this was the result. A rather short one shot.

Chris never really got nervous. He wasn't easily intimidated, since he had faced a whole lot of scary stuff in his life. But as he stood in the throne room on Olympus, butterflies fluttered in his stomach. Ares scowled down at him from his thrown, which wasn't doing anything to help Chris' nerves. He knew he was about to do something reckless, moronic, and incredibly rash. But he also knew that he really didn't have a choice.

"What is it kid? I don't have all day." Ares spat. Chris gulped, took a step forward, then thought better of it and took a few steps back.

"As you know, I'm dating your daughter." When Ares didn't say anything, Chris added, "You do know that, right?

Ares scoffed, "Of course I do! I do take some interest in my kids' lives!"

Biting back a response, Chris plowed on, "So we've been going out for a while now, I love her more than anything in the world, and I would really like to stay with her forever, so… can I marry Clarisse?"

Chris was looking at the ground when he said this, but lifted his head to look at the War god. Ares's face was turning a brilliant shade of crimson, and he clutched the armrest of his chair so tightly that cracks started to appear. He took a deep breath.

"Punk, you were lucky enough not to get killed in the Labyrinth, and I didn't incinerate you when you started showing interest in my daughter. So don't push your luck."

Chris stared at him. "So… is that a no?"

"You bet it is." Ares took off his sunglasses and Chris saw the mini infernos burning behind his skull. "You're still a traitor to me, punk. And no kid of mine is going to marry a traitor."

Chris had to shield his eyes from the fires, which seemed to have increased in brightness, "I'm sorry you feel that way. But we're still getting married."

"What?"

The surprised look on Ares's face would have been funny if Chris hadn't been so scared.

"Yeah, we're getting married no matter what. Clarisse just wanted to see how you'd react. She figured you'd flip."

The god's face was bypassing red and going on purple. He looked about ready to smash Chris through the wall.

"I am not letting my daughter marry scum like you! There is no way a wedding is taking place!"

"Well, it's a little late for that." Chris held up his hand. A band of metal on his ring finger flashed, and Ares's jaw dropped.

"You… you wouldn't…"

"Like I said, she figured you'd flip. And she also said that she was never yours to give away."

He sat in stunned silence while Chris backed towards the door of the throne room. But right before he left, he turned back to Ares.

"By the way, do you have any suggestions for baby names?"

There you have it. I'll be continuing my other story, Caught, soon enough. It's written, just not typed.