Ok. I just wanted to say, this is my first story. So please, no flames. It's about Percy and Annabeth's kids. That's all I'm going to say. Its all written in third person but some parts focus on a certain character. It usually mentions the name of the character it's centered around in the first or second sentence. I hope that wasn't confusing…:/ Enjoy!

Percy Jackson sat on the couch staring blindly at the television, which was on mute. It was nearly 11pm and his daughter still wasn't home. He closed his eyes and stretched. It was getting late. He stole a glace at his watch. 10:56. Where was she?

Suddenly, Percy heard a soft giggle coming from outside. It was followed by a few whispered words and a "Shhh!" He waited till he heard footsteps going back down the driveway and the fumbling of a key in the lock. Slowly, the door opened and a figure tiptoed in.

"Dad!" a startled voice exclaimed from the doorway. "What are you doing up so late? Its almost 11!"

"Elena!" Percy snapped. " Do you have any idea what time it is?"

His daughter rolled her eyes. "Duh, I just told you."

"We agreed that you'd be home by 9:30, didn't we?"

Elena sighed. "Where's Mom?" she asked, closing the door behind her.

"She went to sleep about an hour ago. She has work tomorrow. Now, where were you?"

"Uh…" Elena looked down stumbling for words as she set her coat and bag on a chair. "Um…I ah…well…"

"It's that boy again, isn't it? Jimmy?"

Another sigh. "Nick, Dad. His name is Nick. And I'm sorry, ok? I lost track of time…"

"YOU LOST TRACK OF TIME? IT'S 11 PM, ELENA! 11!"

"Actually, it's 10:59."

Percy buried his face in his hands. Then, a rustling came from the bedroom upstairs and a figure descended the stairs.

"Percy? Elena? What time is it?" a sleepy looking Annabeth asked from the middle step. She looked at her daughter and husband facing each other in the living room. "Please, let's just go to sleep. We can deal with this in the morning." Elena nodded, heading up to her room. Her parents followed, turning into their own bedroom looking tired and sleepy.

After they climbed into bed, Percy Jackson wrapped his arms around his wife. "I'm sorry about waking you," he mumbled. He sighed. "I have no idea what we are going to do about her. She's getting way out of hand." No answer. Percy moved his wife's hair out of her face to find her already asleep. "Ah well," he said to himself and pulled the blanket up higher. "Goodnight."


The next morning, the sun burst through Elena's window, blinding her. She tugged on her covers and pulled them up over her head.

"Ugh"

Why did the sun have to be so bright so early in the morning? It was Saturday for Gods' sake! Couldn't Apollo drive out a bit later? Elena turned to go back to sleep safely under her covers where it was dark. Just as she was drifting off her door burst open. Suddenly, the covers were ripped off in one fluid motion and Elena lay exposed to the sunlight once more. She grabbed the pillow out from under her and used it as a shield.

"MARIA!" she screamed. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

Elena waved one hand in the air blindly looking for her sister. At 10 years old, Maria was a huge pain in the butt. Especially on Saturday mornings. More specifically, this Saturday morning.

"I didn't hear you come home last night. I wanted to make sure you were here. Did you get busted? Dad said he was going to stay up and wait for you."

"Maria," Elena said calmly.

"Yes?"

"GET. OUT. NOW. Before I tie you up and feed you to the crocodiles."

"We don't have crocodiles."

Elena shot her a death glare.

"Ok, ok, I'm leaving. Breakfast is ready by the way. Dad said you had to be there. And he looks pretty pissed… Wonder why…" Maria backed away with a smile.

"You know I got busted. Why'd you ask anyway?" Elena asked.

Maria shrugged and left.

With an enormous sigh, Elena plopped back onto her bed and covered her face with her pillow. It was going to be a long day.


After Maria left Elena's room, she went to go find her brother. Of course, he too would still be sleeping. He was even worse than Elena! While Elena at least made an effort to wake up before noon, Andy often slept through breakfast and lunch. One time he even slept through diner. Andy, short for Andrew (yeah, yeah, Andrew Jackson, like the president. Total coincidence.), was the oldest. At 17, he was almost two years older than Elena ad seven years older than Maria. Oh yeah, and he liked to sleep. Understatement of the century.

So, as Maria reached for the door to his room, she almost felt a little guilty. She hated to wake Andy up even though he wasn't always nice to her. He was still nicer than Elena.

Maria barged into the room and yanked the covers off the bed. Andy didn't move. With great difficulty, Maria flipped him on his side and gave him a hard push. Andy landed on the ground in a thud.

Soon enough, a dark-haired head popped up.

"Maria. WHAT. THE. HELL."

"Dad told me to come get you. Breakfast is ready." Maria smiled innocently.

"But we never eat breakfast together on Saturdays," Andy said, giving her a puzzled look.

"Don't look at me. Just move it, ok?"

Maria left the room triumphantly and went downstairs to eat breakfast. It was strange that her parents wanted them to eat together. Perhaps there was some important news…


Breakfast at the Jackson house was unusually quiet. Percy and Annabeth had talked that morning and come up with a solution to discipline their children. Of course, this solution was very difficult for them and included sacrifice on all their parts. They were quiet because they didn't know exactly how to bring it up to their children. Maria was quiet for once in her life because she was waiting. She knew her parents had something to say. From the way they kept looking at each other, she knew she was not going to like it. Elena was trying to be quiet and polite because she knew she was in trouble. She did not want to draw attention to herself and hoped that if she kept things down low, her parents would forget about that whole incident and everything would be back to normal. Or as normal as it ever got in the Jackson house. Andy. He was quiet simply because he was half asleep. He did not appreciate the early wake up call and wanted nothing more than for breakfast to be over so he could resume his slumber.

Finally, Percy cleared his throat. "You're going to camp," he announced.

"Camp? Like Camp Half-blood?"

Now all the children were confused. They went to camp in the summer. It was not summer. They glanced at each other silently.

"Yes, camp. Camp Half-Blood." Annabeth waited for their reaction.

"Mom. We go to camp in the summer. Why would we go there now? Is something wrong? Is that why we need to go visit Chiron?" Maria looked worried.

"No, Honey. You're not visiting. We are sending you to camp. Year-round."