A/N This is going to (hopefully) turn out to be a multi-chapter fic about Percy and co confronting their godly parents about not being their for them. They'll take place at random times throughout the PJO series and the HoO series. PM me or write in a review if you have an requests for which characters I should do. Thanks and enjoy the story!
Disclaimer: Ok, lets cut it to the chase, I don't own PJO or HoO.
Percy (This takes place the winter after The Lightning Thief)
Percy was having a bad day. First, he was late to homeroom and the teacher threatened to send him to the principal's office. Then a kid had ticked him off and he had accidentally made the water fountain explode and the water had sprayed all over the other kid. The kid had raced off, and he'd gone to his next class, trying to pretend that it never happened. Next thing he knew, he had been sent to the principal's office because of some lie the kid had made up, yelled at for 10 minutes straight, and had landed himself in detention. All before second period.
And now, on top of all that, it had to start snowing the second he started walking home from school. Yes, Percy Jackson was having a very bad day.
Percy cursed in ancient greek(a habit he'd picked up from Annabeth) and the snow fell down even harder than before. He was forced to duck into a small alley with an overhang which just barely protected him from the snow. As he wearily plopped down on an old paint bucket, he felt sort of, weird, strange-ish… feeling. By instinct, he uncapped his trusty pen/sword thingie, Riptide. If I get attacked by a monster now, I swear on River Styx… Percy never got a chance to finish his thought as a low menacing growl resounded throughout the alley, and not one, sadly not even two or three, but four, four, freaking hellhound emerged from the shadows. I've got to be more careful about insulting gods were his final thought before they freakishly large dogs pounced.
The first one didn't stand a chance, as it just ran straight in to his outstretched sword. The other ones, sadly, weren't as thickheaded. Percy backed up a few steps, and obviously then his back hit a wall. Damn. He was cornered. Again. For like the gazillion-th time this month. And this time, he didn't have an incredibly stupid escape plan in his favor.
The hellhounds slowly advanced, growling and slobbering all over his back pack which he had dropped in his haste to pull out RIptide. Well, I wasn't planning to do my homework anyway he looked right, then left, then right again. As his eyes focused on a barrel, a crate that looked full, and a high window sill, his mind formulated a plan. An incredibly stupid plan, but a plan nonetheless. He grabbed an old paint bucket and threw at the left side of the hellhounds. As the lot of them were momentarily distracted, the demigod vaulted onto the barrel and used it as a stool as he clambered on to the window sill. That was when he realized something. His hands were empty. And Riptide was on the ground next to the barrel. And he couldn't grab it because he was to high up. In other words, he was utterly defenseless. He cursed in ancient greek. Again.
He shook his head and looked down towards the hellhound. They had, by now, realized that the paint bucket wasn't a tasty demigod and were searching for him. It didn't take them long to find him. They began to bark wildly as the tried to climb up the wall. Percy did the first thing that came to his mind. He grabbed the first thing he saw, a flower pot.
"Get back! Get back or I'll, uh, drop this down there. It'll blow you to smithereens!" he shouted as he waved the flower pot menacingly. The hellhounds seemed to hesitate for a few moment, and then something Percy hadn't really planned happened. It seemed that was happening a lot today.
A bright flash of light appeared, as in like, really really bright flash of light. So bright, it incinerated the remaining hellhounds. Percy was so startled, he stumbled and fell clean off the window sill and landed with a loud thud. He cursed in ancient greek. That's gonna leave one heck of a bruise he thought bitterly as struggled to stand up. And there, right in front of him, in all of his glory stood Poseidon. The Greek god of seas. One of the Big Three. An Olympian. And of course, Percy's father.
Percy's first bitter emotion was resentment. Now his father chose to come? Because he seriously could've used his help about a gazillion time before.
"I could've handled them," he said as he brushed himself of, wincing as a touched a sore spot. Poseidon's sea green flashed with emotions as he watched his son, his only mortal son, pick up his backpack and begin to salvage whatever he could from the dog slobber.
"Why'd you come anyway?" he asked bitterly as be cleaned the slobber of his science textbook. "You never came before," he continued and Poseidon knew all to well what Percy was feeling. After all, thats what had corrupted a certain son of Hermes. "Now Perseus-" "It's Percy" the demigod interrupted heatedly and Poseidon sighed. "Alright, Percy, you know I couldn't. The Ancient Laws fobid me to. As a matter of fact, I should not even be here now,"
"Then why are you?" Percy challenged, standing up to his full height( which sadly wasn't very intimidating).
"Because I wanted to visit you!" Poseidon exploded, and Percy recoiled as he went to pick up his salvaged items of the ground. The god's expression immediately softened.
"Because, I wanted you to know that I care," he said softly. "I always have. And I always will. I wanted to make sure you knew that." Percy whipped up, his eyes storming and he finally lost it.
"I HIGHLY DOUBT THAT! YOU WANNA KNOW WHY? HUH? BECAUSE. YOU. WERE. NEVER. THERE. DO YOU HEAR ME? MUM HAD TO WORK WAY OVERTIME AND MARRY SMELLY GABE BECAUSE OF YOU. ON MY BIRTHDAYS, I ALWAYS THOUGHT MY DAD WOULD COME HOME, BUT GUESS WHAT? YOU. NEVER. DID!" the boy was breathing heavily now, his eyes flashing with anger. Poseidon, in the mean time, let his son vent out all of his frustrations on him. He knew he deserved it. But Poseidon's calm demeanor only seemed to fuel his anger. "And, this summer, you throw all of this Greek Mythology is real junk at me, and expect me to quietly take it and go on a quest that nearly got me killed. Repeatedly. Do you even care that mum was kidnapped by Hades and she almost died, just because she was my mum? Tell me, do you?" Percy's anger had simmered, if only a little, and voice had taken on a dangerously low tone.
And suddenly, Poseidon suddenly felt years older, which was saying something considering his current age. He looked his son straight in the eye as he said, "I do care Percy, more than you could ever imagine. And I know, I haven't been there that often," Percy scoffed at this, "But I've always tried to be. Now, I know we might never be able to make up for all of the lost time, but now, I'll try even harder to be there when you need it. And not always in the way you might expect," His eyes glittered with mirth and Percy, who had calmed down entirely with his father's shocking revelation, couldn't help but grin. "I don't doubt it," he teased, and the god's heart soared. He'd done it. He'd made peace with his son. And it couldn't have gone better.
"Now, run along my boy. I'm sure Sally's worried sick about you." Percy had completely forgotten about his mother, who must be frantic with worry.
"Oh gods, I completely forgot. Mum's gonna kill me!" Poseidon laughed.
"Oh, now don't be to dramatic-"
"Me? Dramatic? I wouldn't be talking if I were you, I mean just look at how you got here." Poseidon faced morphed into one of mock hurt.
"Well, it's not my fault. I inherited it from you uncle, Zeus."
"No kidding." The two burst into laughter. Then, Poseidon snapped his fingers and a new backpack, complete with all of Percy's homework, appeared out of thin air. Percy jaw dropped to the ground. Poseidon grinned mischievously, and whispered, "Now you'll have to do your homework," and with that, he disappeared with a bright flash of light and a shower of salt water, leaving a lingering smell of the beach. Percy shook his head and grabbed his backpack. As he stepped out of the alley, he found it had stopped snowing. He grinned as he raced home to face the wrath of his mother.
Maybe today wasn't so bad after all.
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-Dancing With The Clouds