This was just something sloshing around in my mind. I'm not quite sure where it's going or when it will be next updated, but I still promise to still frequently update Time Line and Chat Website. Please review!

So Percy and Annabeth are married, Katie and Travis, Marie (OC) and Connor, Lynna (OC) and Nico, Juniper and Grover. Just to clarify :)

There's some scarce, not too bad language.

Disclaimer: Percy Jackson does not belong to moi


There are things in life that you take for granted; breathing, walking, the simple act of blinking. But what if all that was swiped away? What if suddenly you were revered imobile? Then you'd see that not everyone has the pleasures you possess. It's painful to think that it takes tragedy - death - to make people realize what they have. This is a story about appreciation. This is a story about thickening, carefully kindled passion. This is a story about mistakes that turn into blessings. This is a story about learning to love and being loved.


"So," Annabeth said conversationally, her porcelain face shining in the dim flashlight's glow. "Are any of you thinking about kids?"

Juniper, whom was currently sipping from her hot cocoa mug, choked. Marie handed her a snowman-imprinted napkin and Lynna patted her back. When Juniper recovered, she looked up at Annabeth with watery emerald eyes. "K-Kids?" she gasped. "Betha, are you insane?"

Marie crossed her arms over her flannel nightshirt. "Do you not know the rule about that particular topic?"

Annabeth glanced around the room at the girls. On her left, sat Lynna, Nico's wife. She was the youngest of the crowd, with long, straight black hair that grazed her waist, big brown eyes and a perfect complexion. She wore a plain t-shirt and red pajama bottoms. Beside her was Katie, with her classic red tendrils and daisy tank top. She and Travis had just married and she couldn't seem to keep her eyes off the glittering gold ring positioned on her finger. Marie, Connor's fiance, had blonde hair braided down the sides of her heart-shaped face. She had on Christmas-y flannel pajamas and big bunny slippers. Juniper sat on Annabeth's right side, still cupping her mug. All of the girls were inquisitivly peering at the young woman.

"No," Annabeth replied, taking a long drawl from her own hot cocoa, the marshmellows smacking against her lips. "What about it? What could be so wrong about having kids?"

"We're demigods," Lynna said as if it explained everything. "Demigods can't have kids."

"Why not?" Annabeth was becoming exaggerated; she felt dopey, and totally unlike a daughter of Athena.

Katie chewed her lip, eyes on the plush carpet of Marie's apartment. "When two gods get together, they have another god, right? But when a god and a mortal get together, they get demigods. Well, what happens if you get two demigods together?"

"Um, a quarter god," Annabeth answered, still feeling irregularly confused. Juniper nodded, her immaculantly glossed lips pursed. "Well, there's this apparent prophecy that's been going on for centuries. It says something totally cliché-"

"Okay, June," Lynna said, patting her shoulder. "Back to the issue at hand."

"Sorry. Anyways, it rants about how quarter gods will destroy the world," Juniper continued.

"Gods have supreme powers, yeah? They rule over everything. In a demigod, the mortality that we possess overwhelms our powers - except for children of the Big Three. But there's something sparky about the genes combining between two demigods; something sparky that makes the offspring have powers almost as supreme as the gods," Katie said.

Annabeth exhaled loudly. "Oh, wow. So it's forbidden t-to have kids? Like, you can't have kids at all?"

Marie shrugged. "If you want to hook up with a mortal hunk, then you can. I've been admiring Taylor Lautner's abs. Do you think Connor would be terribly upset if I ditched him for that sexy-ass werewolf?"

Everyone burst out laughing, returning to the merry enjoyments of the slumber party. Annabeth, meanwhile, ran her thumb over the flat roof of her stomach concealed beneath her t-shirt. She felt her breath hitch in her chest. Percy and Annabeth had always wanted kids. They spent long, cuddle-filled nights discussing names and how they could convert their guest room into a nursery. Everytime the possibility of children popped into her mind, her heart swelled.

Annabeth dreamed of a little girl with blonde curls and big, sea green eyes framed with thick eyelashes. The little girl would be sassy and smart, having a specific love for swimming. And a little boy, too. He would have dark hair and grey eyes, loving psychics and occupying the sweetest, gentlest personality.

The young woman pulled her knees up to her chest, hugging them like a security blanket. Kids was something she had yearned for ever since she had been able to, well, think. It was a fact of life! You meet prince charming, you get married, you have kids. It wasn't fair.


"Good morning," Percy yawned, wrapping his arms around Annabeth's slender waist. She smiled against the pillow and scooted back into his warm grasp. "How did you sleep, sweetie?"

"Fine. You?"

Percy nodded, pressing his forehead to the back of her head. Lazy sunlight filtered throught the blinds in the window next to their bed. Judging by the flickering red digital numbers on their alarm clock, it was nine o'clock. Annabeth stifled a yawn, her eyelids flickering. She was always so tired.

"Did you have fun with the girls?" Percy asked quietly.

All the horrid discussions flooded back, engulfing the young girl. Quarter gods...Mortals...Taylor Lautner..."Um, alright, I guess. I just..."

"What? What's wrong?" Percy demanded.

"The girls - Have you heard of a quarter god?" Annabeth stammered, feeling as if her heart was about to implode.

Percy groaned. "Oh, not that again. Wise Girl, are we really going to let one little prophecy stop us from having kids?"

At this statement, Annabeth turned around and propped herself on her elbows, facing her husband. His green eyes sparkled with amusement and adoration. "Well, isn't it dangerous? I mean, quarter gods are supposed to be really powerful."

"And how, pray tell, do you know that? Nobody's ever had a quarter god before," Percy said. "What do you think about breaking the rules?" He inched closer.

Annabeth laughed. "I don't think-" Percy captured her lips with his. Annabeth froze, and gave in, wrapping her arms around him and sliding her tongue into his mouth. The duo moved as one; tasting, touching, loving.

At last they complied to their aching lungs and pulled apart. Annabeth rested her forehead against his and sighed. "I'd love to." With that, she leaned in for another kiss.


Soooooo?