Note: I love Percy/Jason brother fics! As long as they leave a note in the reviews, I'm happy for anyone to build off of this. I have no idea where to go from here.
"Mommy! Mommy!" her two little, five year-old boys screamed excitedly as she opened the door, running into her arms.
"Sally, good, you're back. I need some dip," Gabe called from the other room of the apartment.
"In a minute," Sally called back, "I need to put away my coat."
"Well, hurry up then! I don't have all day!" Gabe ordered.
Sally sighed. Just back from a long day at work (Everyone needed an appointment with her boss, she really needed a less stressful job. Maybe in a candy store.) and barely a minute to spend with her sons and already he was ordering her around like she was his own personal body slave.
"We can spend some time together later. I need to make Gabe his dip," Sally said, taking off her coat.
"Why can't we play together now, mommy?" Percy asked.
"Because I need to do this."
"Why? Smelly Gabe never does anything for us," Percy pushed, he always was the more curious one.
"Because, I said so, and that's final," she hated being this tough on her boys. Percy took the reason and sulked off with his brother, Jason. Born on the same day as Percy, Sally's friend Grace (a nickname arising from her last name) had left an infant Jason with her before disappearing with her daughter Thalia. The boys had bonded quickly, and were now as close as any pair of brothers.
She was in the kitchen preparing the dip for Gabe when someone knocked on the door of their apartment. They lived in a moderately large complex, and it wasn't unusual for one of the neighbors to get upset over something, normally Percy and Jason being too loud. "Jason, can you get the door?" she yelled.
"Yes, mom!" the boy answered.
"Is your mother here, young boy?" Sally heard come from the door.
Putting her dip aside, she rushed to the door, and saw a tall, pale skinned, dark haired woman.
"Oh, there you are Sally, I'm sorry that this is unannounced, but do you mind if I come in?" asked the Queen of the Gods with widest, most fake smile Sally had ever seen plastered on her face.
"How about someplace more private?" Sally suggested through her teeth.
"Of course, why didn't I think of that?" Hera said, lifted her right hand, and snapped her fingers, "No one will notice us now. Now down to business. Jason belongs to me, and I've come to collect him."
"Wha-what do you mean?" Sally stammered, terrified at the thought of loosing one of her children.
"I assume you know of the gods, with that Poseidon brat of yours," Hera was really getting her angry, "But what you probably don't know about is an oath–"
"I know about the oath," Sally butted in, irritated at the goddess.
"Well, anyways," Hera continued, clearly starting to get angry herself, "My husband, when I discovered his little mishap about the boy, pledged young Jason to me as my champion. And I've come to collect him, send him off to camp to start his training…"
"But he's my son!" Sally yelled.
"But he's still my champion."
"How about a deal?" Sally begged. "I, I send them off to camp each summer, for them to train, and I get to keep them for the winter, and you can have Percy as your champion too. Just don't take either of them away from me forever."
"You have a deal."
Sally wasn't sure exactly what she had just done, but she needed her baby. Both of them.