I really shouldn't be posting any new stories, but I have writer's block for all my others so here goes...

Anyway, welcome to my new story!

(Yes, I'm using one of the Doctor's names as the title to the story. But as Percy and Jason's powers develop, you'll see why it as named as it is.)

This story will mainly focus on Jason and Percy growing up, but will probably mention a lot of the other main characters too (Nico and Annabeth will probably be in it as main characters too). Any pairings that might be included as the characters mature will be cannon (Percy/Annabeth, Jason/Piper, Frank/Hazel, Leo/Calypso etc.). The story starts with them being quite young, but they'll grow up pretty quickly so don't worry about that!

Anywho, I guess that's it for now... enjoy and remember to review!

Allons-y~

One

'She says it's an ordinary day out,' Thalia whispers, knowing her little brother can't understand her. 'But I'm scared. So many things could go wrong. I wish Dad would come back and sort her out already.'

'Ngyaaang!' Jason gurgles, waving a yellow rattle around in his sister's face, a big smile on his toddler face.

'Yeah, you're right, buddy,' Thalia grins. 'Nothing to worry about. We're good.' She reaches over to pat Jason on the head, ruffling his blonde hair, gazing fondly at her sibling. 'You wait in here, okay? I'm going to see if Mom needs any help packing the car. And don't eat any more staples,' she warns, her electric blue eyes focusing on the newly formed scar on Jason's lip.

Thalia finds their mother in the kitchen, buttering sandwiches for their day out today. The nine-year-old skips over to the woman rather cautiously, unaware of the mood her mother is in.

'Hello, Thalia,' her mother says shortly.

'Are we going soon?' Thalia asks.

'Once I've finished with the lunch. Go and get your brother ready.'

Thalia nods, still nervous. They never go out together, so why now? Is her mom finally trying to make it up to her for being so mean in the past?

'C'mon Jason, let's get you in the car!' Thalia calls as she bounds back into the lounge to find Jason trying to bite the top of the rattle off.

'Where?' Jason squeals. He has easily mastered basic one syllable words quite quickly.

'We're going out for the day, remember?' Thalia reminds him, sitting down on her knees so she can pick him up and place him on her lap. 'We're going to a big building. A temple. A long way away. We're going to have a fun day.'

'Fun!' Jason barks and Thalia smiles. 'Fun! Fun! Fun!'

'Keep it down!' their mother yells from the kitchen. Thalia's expression darkens.

'Come on, Jason,' she sighs. 'We should go.'

'Big!' Jason explains, tugging onto Thalia's sleeve and pointing with his other hand at the building.

'Yeah, you're right,' Thalia laughs, gazing around in amazement at this temple. The tall marble white pillars capture her attention as she gazes around. She remembers when her father came back when she was seven, and how he had changed a bit from when he was last here, and how he had sat Thalia on his lap and told Thalia about the different gods. Thalia wonders what the children of Athena would think of this magnificent building. Children of Hera would love it even more, because it would be their mother's temple, but then... Thalia remembers her father saying that his wife Hera, or Juno as she sometimes wishes to be known, doesn't have mortal children, or children with anyone other than her husband because she is the goddess of marriage. But Thalia is nine, and all this seems too complicated to her. It gives her a headache just thinking about it. She's not sure about whether the monsters are real, and whether her daddy really is a very powerful god who can zap bad things so they can go away (at least, that's the extent of his powers the way Thalia sees it). She just doesn't want Jason to get hurt. Jason's the single most important thing in her life now that her daddy has left her alone with her crazy mother. Jason's all she's got left.

'Mom? Can we get ice cream?' Thalia asks hopefully, watching her mother's expression carefully. Jason's head begins nodding enthusiastically.

'What? Oh, yes. I suppose. Here.' Thalia and Jason's mother seems distracted as she hands them a couple of dollars to go and treat themselves. Thalia leads her little brother over to the ice cream van and asks him what he wants. Jason squeals excitedly and points at the chocolate ice cream on the sign. Thalia grins.

'Don't take too long or it'll start to melt,' she warns Jason as she licks her vanilla ice cream, watching him take a huge chunk out of it and come away with chocolate smeared all round his mouth.

'Thalia, Jason, come on,' their mother calls. Her gaze still seems far away, as if she's not really with them today. Thalia wonders how much alcohol her mother had to drink this morning, and worries about whether they'll be okay on the drive home. But they were fine coming here, and her mother seems to have no headache and is mostly displaying the signs of being sober, so Thalia lets it slide.

'Ngyaaaang!' Jason says happily, twirling his ice cream in his hands without a care in the world.

'I like this place too,' Thalia whispers to her brother, pretending that he is speaking a secret language that only she can understand. But Thalia is lying. Although there are many people here and their mother has actually taken them out for the day (and on a school day at that) and this is a nice historic building, Thalia feels cold. She wonders why. Maybe it's because this is her daddy's wife's temple, because she knows her daddy's wife probably doesn't like her. Is Hera like an evil stepmother? Is that why Thalia feels so unwelcome?

Thalia's mother is rummaging through her bag, trying to look for something. Eventually, she looks up, but she doesn't look annoyed.

'I must have left our lunch in the car,' she says with a sigh that seems almost false. 'Thalia... you couldn't be a dear and go and get it for us, could you?'

Not many parents let nine-year-old children walk back through security gates and into car parks, trusted with car keys, to go and fetch something for them, but Thalia and Jason's mother has never been a good mother. Thalia is nervous. The look on her mother's face is really starting to creep the nine-year-old out, and the thing is, her mother is staring directly at Jason.

'Mommy?' Jason asks, looking so very innocent and young.

'Mom?' Thalia says.

'Run along now, Thalia,' their mother says, not taking her eyes of Jason. The little boy looks to his big sister for reassurance, but Thalia just looks hopelessly back. She wants to hug him before she goes, but she thinks that it will look ridiculous and her mother will get mad because she'll suspect her daughter doesn't trust her. Which is completely true. Thalia doesn't want to leave Jason alone with their mother in case something bad happens.

'Thalia. Go. Now,' her mother says firmly.

'I'll be right back, Jason,' Thalia whispers to her younger sibling, praying to her father (if he really is a god) that her little brother will be fine.

Thalia races as fast as she can to the car. She needs to be quick, because she can't bear to leave Jason for a long period of time. Up in the sky, a dark cloud is forming, and Thalia's young brain wonders whether the gods (if there are any) are angry. Maybe her daddy is angry because she wasn't supposed to leave her little brother.

I'm coming, Jason, Thalia thinks. Don't worry, I'm coming back.

The rain begins to pour down, gentle at first, but gradually getting harder and harder and Thalia weaves in and out of the people all running for cover.

Thalia's mother stands at the foot of the temple, and as Thalia draws closer her mother falls to her knees, arms outstretched and raised, her face pointed to the stormy sky, rain splattering al over her face.

'O Hera, Queen of of the Heavens,' her mother chants. 'Accept my child, Jason Grace. He is yours to do as you wish.'

'JASON!' Thalia screams, her eyes desperately scanning the area for signs of her brother. 'WHERE'S JASON?'

Her mother shows no sign that she has heard her. She leans down a little and begins to rock back and forth, eyes closed.

Thalia runs around the pillars of the temple, looking everywhere. There are no other people in sight, as everyone else has taken shelter in the coffee shop next to the temple. Thalia's mother stays where she is, still in a hypnotised trance.

Thalia runs down the steps towards her mother and grabs her roughly on the shoulders. 'WHERE IS HE? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH HIM?'

Thalia's mother opens her eyes and blinks. 'The... the queen has accepted the offering. They are beyond our mortal reach.'

'WHERE'S JASON?!' Thalia's shrieks hysterically.

'He's gone now,' her mother says, nodding. 'That's what she told me, he's gone now, he's the offering...' she trails off, babbling nonsense. Thalia backs away, furious tears welling in her eyes and a large lump in her throat.

'Bring him back,' she chokes.

'Not coming back, not coming back,' Thalia's mother says.

'BRING HIM BACK!'

'Gone, gone, gone...'

Thalia's hand flies to her mouth as she chokes on a hysterical sob. 'No,' she moans, her voice muffled under her hand. 'No, no, no, no, no...'

A few hundred miles away at this exact moment, an argument is going on in a small apartment kitchen. But the argument is not what is important. What is important is the small boy in the living room next to the kitchen, only a toddler like Jason. He sits at a terribly stained coffee table, drawing a picture with some crayons. There is an angry red mark on his cheek that is stinging quite a lot (hence the reason his mother is attacking his stepfather so well in the argument) and there are tears in the boy's sea green eyes, but they don't spill. His unruly raven black hair is sticking up in all directions and he has blue paint stains on his t-shirt from kindergarten today, which his teacher wasn't happy about. But he's used to getting yelled at, so he didn't mind too much.

He draws his mommy first, with a beautiful face and long brown hair (he doesn't draw the few grey hairs because he doesn't want his mommy to be stressed in the drawing). He then draws himself holding his mommy's hand, and he makes sure that both of them are smiling. He draws then at their summer cabin that his mommy takes him to, the one where they go and no one else is allowed to come. He's very, very young, but he knows what he wants in his dream world, which is what he's drawing here on the picture.

Smelly Gabe (as the little boy likes to call him) isn't here to boss them around or get drunk or play poker or hit him when he gets mad. The little boy smiles and wipes the tears from his eyes.

'Percy,' comes his mommy's voice, and he looks up to see her standing at the doorway, a sad smile on her face, tears in her eyes. 'Come on, sweetheart. We're going to go to the cabin for a few day. Okay?'

'Yay!' Percy exclaims, clambering to his feet and bounding over to his mother to give her a big hug. He shows her his picture, looking very pleased with himself.

'It's beautiful, Percy,' his mother tells him, bending down to plant a kiss on his forehead.

Percy giggles and races into his room to pack all his toys (there aren't that many because Gabe is always complaining that Percy leaves them all around the apartment).

While his mother is getting ready, Percy continues to work on his drawing, biting down thoughtfully on the crayons even though his mother told him not to eat crayons because because they are bad for him, and additionally they taste yucky.

Gabe walks in with a beer and slumps down on the couch, switching the TV on. He glares at the small boy, wondering in his small, selfish mind how Sally can love the stupid ADHD dyslexic little shit.

'Ngyaaang!' Percy exclaims happily, gazing at the sun in his drawing.

'Shut the hell up, you little pigpiss,' Gabe snaps at the boy, turning the volume up on the 18 horror movie he's watching. Percy stares at the screen, transfixed, as a person promptly gets decapitated by an axe and then he begins to mew in distress.

'Oh, for the love of...' Gabe gives the little boy the finger, wondering how a child can be so annoying. He is completely oblivious to the fact that Percy is exactly sixteen years too young to be watching something as scary as this.

'Yngaaaaaa!' Percy wails.

'Percy, honey! What's wrong?' Sally calls as she walks into the room. She catches sight of the film on the screen and switches the TV off in anger. 'Gabe, how could you be so irresponsible? He's two years old!'

'I was watching my fucking movie!' Gabe yells at her angrily, seriously considering getting off his lazy ass to switch it back on if Sally won't do it for him.

'Come on Percy, we're leaving now,' Sally says calmly to her son, shooting Gabe an icy look as she leads her crying little boy out the room.

'Oh! Don't bother switching the fucking thing back on then!' Gabe shouts after her. 'I'll just do it my God damn self!'

'Meanie,' Percy mumbles as he looks back at the house as Sally bundles him into the car.

'Take no notice of him, sweetheart,' Sally murmurs as she straps him into his seat. 'We're going to have a nice weekend, okay?'

'Okay!' Percy nods his head enthusiastically.

It's dark by the time they get there, but before they get inside the cabin, Percy decides to go and say hello to the residents of his favourite rock pool.

His mother tells him to be careful because it is quite deep, and Percy being the young toddler that he is is at a liability to fall in. Whenever they come to the cabin, he always comes to say hello to the crabs and various other sea creatures that live in it. Percy likes watching them, but not for too long, because his ADHD makes him quite a restless child and that generally means he'll have to go and explore elsewhere. But he's tired now (despite the sleep in the car) so he'll just say hi and then he'll go to bed.

'Heyo,' Percy says, which is his toddler way of saying hello. He dips his hand in and waves it around, reaching out to touch the cold seaweed drifting around in it. From deep within it's depths, Percy sees two faces underwater. Two young women giggle and smile at him, waving. Hesitantly, Percy waves back, not wondering why they can breathe underwater because his two-year-old mind isn't quite able to comprehend this anomaly.

'Percy,' his mother calls, poking her head around the cabin door to call him inside. He stumbles over to her, tripping a little, and races indoors to play with his toys on the rug in the main room beside the big hearth. Percy sees another face in the flames, another young girl maybe about twelve, but only for a moment. He reaches out tentatively to touch the fire before his mother quickly stops him.

'No, honey. Fire is hot, darling,' Sally says. 'Don't touch.'

'Okay,' Percy replies.

'Are you hungry, baby? Come on, I'll make dinner.'

That night in his dreams, Percy dreams about another little boy. This child is small, like him, roughly the same age, but he has blue eyes and neat, tidy blonde hair, and this child is all alone in a forest.

The little boy in the dream is crying out for someone. Percy cannot quite understand the boy, because the other child is only young, like him, and because he is crying, his words are barely comprehensible. Something like... Tha... Thals... Thalo? Thalio? Thalia?

'YNGAAAAA!' the boy cries pitifully.

'Enough of that,' comes a cold, clear voice. 'A Roman Centurion is orderly. Stand tall, young Jason Grace.'

The boy sniffles and wipes his eyes, turning around, searching for the owner of the voice.

'Hera has entrusted you to my care,' says the female voice. 'If you are strong, I will train you. If not...'

'Thalia!' Jason wails.

'The Greeks are not needed now, though one will be soon. Though it is not the one you speak of,' says the voice, and out of the trees steps an enormous, beautiful female wolf, watching Jason with intense amber eyes. Jason freezes, watching the animal, transfixed.

'Hello, Jason Grace. I am Lupa,' says the wolf.

When Percy wakes up, he doesn't remember the dream.

Don't worry, abusive Gabe won't be in it for too long, but his role is crucial, especially in the next chapter. I think this story's safe as a T (no need for an M, to be honest) so... yeah.

Anyway, as I said, remember to review!