In the beginning, I guess Annabeth is about twenty and late on, about thirty five. I know I keep starting more stories, and I've actually had a few other ideas that I haven't published, but I just keep thinking of new ideas. Sorry if you're reading some of my other stories, I have writer's block and I would appreciate it if you guys gave me some ideas. :) Thanks.

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO

Annabeth's POV

I waited outside on top of the hill for the van that had left almost two weeks ago with my husband in it. Percy, Clarisse, Nico, and Grover had gone on an emergency quest that I would have loved to go on, but when you're eight months pregnant, your husband wants to protect you and tells you to stay.

"It's best for the baby," he'd said. "Besides, you're in no condition for travel, not to mention fighting." So he'd left Rachel in charge of me to make sure I stayed at camp. Had I not been pregnant, I probably would've left; waiting at camp was very difficult. For a while, I was worried Percy wouldn't be back in time to see the baby born, but now the van is pulling up slowly to a huge crowd of excited campers.

Slowly, the van door opened and out came an exhausted looking Clarisse. Nico and Grover came out the other door, but I knew something was wrong: all three of them looked terrible, like they hadn't slept for a while. None of them were excited to be here and worse: there was no sign of Percy. The cheering suddenly stopped as I made my way up to my friends.

"Where's Percy?" I asked. Grover and Nico both looked down at their feet, fake ones on Grover's case. Clarisse looked uncomfortable, but she opened her mouth after a few moments.

"Annabeth, why don't we go inside where you can sit down?" I shook my head.

"Where is he?" I was pretty sure I already knew the answer and felt tears forming in my eyes.

"He's... gone. I'm sorry." I started sobbing. Clarisse looked at Grover, who stepped forward and hugged me.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. I pulled away and tried to speak, but I couldn't stop the tears long enough to form words. I wanted to run, be anywhere but here, but I wouldn't be successful with my big belly. I just sat down on the ground and wept into my hands. Soon many of my friends were crowding me, giving hugs and trying to comfort me.

"I'm sorry, it should have been me, not him." I recognized the voice as Clarisse's. I wrapped my arms around her and started crying into her shoulder.

"When my baby is born," I said through sobs. "I'm never going to tell her who I really am or any of you guys. She'll never know about the gods or monsters. She'll be a normal kid and never have to worry about her life being at risk. I don't want my daughter to die this way too."

Fifteen years later

"Mom! Come on! I'm going to be late!" Katlyn called from downstairs. I sat up in bed and looked at the clock. 8:18. Oh gods, I overslept! Katie's school starts at 8:30 and it's five minutes away. I jumped out of bed and ran to my closet. I threw on the first outfit I saw, which was a yellow t-shirt and blue jean shorts. I tossed my hair into a quick ponytail and slipped on my tennis shoes. 8:21.

"Hurry up, mom! You're making me late!"

"I'm coming!" I shouted as I grabbed my purse and keys and ran downstairs. My fifteen year old daughter was waiting impatiently by the door with her backpack on, tapping her foot.

"Let's go!" she said and we headed out to the car. Katie was a curly blond, like me, with green eyes. She was wearing an orange shirt with dark blue jeans and white tennis shoes. I had decided not to tell her about the other part of her life even though before she was born Percy and I had decided she would know. After we lost him, I realized that kind of life was too dangerous and that I didn't want to have my child go through it. It's not that she doesn't deserve to know, Katie is a good kid and I don't like lying to her, but I already lost my husband and I didn't want to lose Katie too.

"You know," Katie said right before we pulled into the high school. "I don't mind riding the bus. Vicky rides it and I won't have to worry about being late." I shook my head.

"Katie, I'm sorry about this morning. I promise that I'll set the alarm clock for tomorrow. I meant to yesterday, but I've been busy." Katie sighed as she opened her door.

"Mom, I just don't understand you sometimes. Why can't I just be a normal teenager?" I opened my mouth to reply but she slammed the door and ran to the school. I hoped she would be able to get to class in just two and a half minutes.

Katlyn's POV

After a very boring school day, my friends Dylan, Natalie and I walked across the street to the ice cream shop.

"Hey, can one of you guys lend me some money?" Natalie asked. "I forgot my money at home." I pulled out a five dollar bill and gave it to her. Despite the fact that she didn't care much for her looks, Natalie was absolutely gorgeous. She was mixed, half black and half white, with brown eyes and about average height. She was adopted, though, and had never met her parents or even seen any pictures of them, so we didn't know which side of the family she'd inherited her good looks from.

"Thanks," she said as we ordered our ice cream.

"So," Dylan said as we sat down. "Did you guys hear about what Ms. Smith did earlier?" I shook my head and he grinned. Dylan has sandy blonde hair and gorgeous brown eyes. I've had a huge crush on him ever since we were seven when we were put into the same second grade class. I'll never forget the time when he punched a mean fourth grader who was trying to steal my lunch box. My mom was good friends with his parents, so we'd known each other since we were babies, but that was the first time we ever really clicked. We've been best friends ever since. I was brought back to reality when I noticed his mouth was moving and he was talking.

"...and then she said 'Oh my goodness that was your pencil!'" Dylan and Natalie started cracking up laughing, so I did too, even though I had no idea what he had said. When we finished our ice cream, the three of us went outside and decided to go shopping. My mom, of course, wouldn't let me go walking around like this, but she thinks I have tutorials after school for two hours. My friends and I always walk around town for a while and I make it back to school just in time for the last ten minutes of tutorials. I feel kind of bad for lying to her, but she's just always so strict and if I followed her rules all the time, I would never have any fun.

At the store, I bought a new pair of sunglasses. I wanted to buy some new clothes, but then it would be obvious to my intelligent mother that I had been out of school. We left the store and started walking back to school, which was just about two blocks away.

"Whoa," Natalie said when I put my sunglasses on and my hair in a ponytail. "You look just like your mom." She pulled a tiny mirror out of her pocket and put it in my hand. I stared at the reflection and raised my eyebrows in shock.

"Oh my goodness, you're right. I look practically identical to some of the pictures of her when she was younger, except for the eyes. I got mine from my dad."

"Well, with those sunglasses on, you can't even tell," Natalie said.

"It's kind of freaky," Dylan said. I hit him playfully and he smiled. I grabbed my hair tie and was about to pull it out when his hand grabbed mine. "Don't take it down. It looks good." I smiled and dropped my hands, my left one still in his.

"Um," he said and I blushed as I realized I was holding his hand so I let go.

"Sorry," I mumbled, suddenly uncomfortable.

"It's alright," he muttered.

"Hey," Natalie said, rescuing us from the awkward moment. "Do you know that guy, Katie?" I looked around but didn't know who she was talking about. We were only one block away from the school now.

"Where?"

"Right there," she pointed to a man, probably in his mid-thirties, with dark, greasy hair and green eyes. He looked sort of pale and was really skinny like he hadn't eaten in a while. His face and clothes were covered in grime and dirt like a homeless person. He looked strangely familiar and was staring straight at me with a shocked look on his face.

"No, I don't think so." The man started toward us.

"It sure looks like he knows you." Natalie said.

"Maybe he thinks you're someone else." Dylan said doubtfully.

"Are you...Annabeth Jackson's daughter?" the man asked me when he reached us. Freaky, I feel like I know him some how. I nodded and he swept me into a hug. I heard a sound and realized he was crying. Okay, this is really starting to get creepy.

"I can't believe it," the man said between sobs, "I never thought I would get to meet you and now here you are. You're so beautiful. Just like your mother." He pulled away and wiped his eyes. "Where is Annabeth, anyway?"

I hesitated. Why would this guy need to know that?

"Home," I said, wanting to get away from this man.

"Can you bring me there?" I felt Dylan grab my hand and suddenly my friends and I were sprinting back to school.

"Wait!" the man shouted and I turned my head to see him following us, but then he tripped over something and fell. We kept running until we made it to school and then I saw something I wasn't expecting for another half hour: my mom's car in the parking lot.

"Oh God," I muttered as I halted.

"Come on!" Dylan said. "That guy is still chasing us!" He grabbed my hand and once again pulled me into a run. A few seconds later we were banging on my startled looking mother's car doors. She unlocked them when she saw it was me and we jumped in.

"Katlyn Danielle Jackson!" she exclaimed. "Where were you, young lady? Do you realize how worried I was about you? I-"

"I'm sorry mom, but right now, there's some homeless guy chasing us! Go!" She looked confused but didn't hesitate to pull out of the school as quickly as possible.

"Do either of you two have a cell phone?" My mom asked my friends as we zoomed down the street.

"No," they both said in unison.

"My parents won't let me get one," Natalie said.

"Same here," Dylan agreed.

"Of course they won't," she muttered. "Oh gods, I knew this day would come."

"Huh?" I asked her.

"Katlyn, can you describe the person who was chasing you?"

"I don't know, he was dirty with holes in his clothes and really pale."

"Was there anything unusual about him?"

"He looked like a normal homeless guy, only he somehow knew I was your daughter."

"Alright, we need to have a talk tonight."

"Mom," I said when I had finished all my homework. "What is it you wanted to talk to me about?" She was in the middle of making pasta and looked frustrated.

"We'll talk after dinner." I sighed.

"Okay, then." I decided I would go check my email, so I started walking to my room, but then the door bell rang.

"Katie, could you get that? I'm kind of busy in here."

"Alright," I yelled as I opened the door. My eyes widened and I tried to slam the door closed when I saw the homeless guy in the doorway.

"Wait!" he said as he put his hand out, keeping the door open enough for him to slip through.

"Go away!" I shouted. "What do you want from us?"

"Please," he said and it looked as if the man had tears in his eyes. That couldn't be right; he probably came here to rob us, or even worse, kill us. "Where's Annabeth? Tell her to come here."

"Mom! Call the cops!" I shouted as I tried with all my strength to shut the door. For a homeless guy, he was pretty strong, which made me even more terrified.

"Katie? What's going on in there?"

"Annabeth! It's me!" the man called. He slipped through the door and started to run toward the kitchen.

"It's me! Per-" He collapsed after I threw a glass vase full of flowers at his head.

"What's going on?" my mom asked as she ran into the living room. Her eyes widened when she saw the man on the floor and she ran to his side. Mom had tears in her eyes and she pulled the unconscious man into a sitting position to hug him.

"You know him?" I asked, shocked.

"Get some water," mom said and I immediately brought in a glass from the kitchen. I gave it to my mom, who threw the water onto the man's head.

"Mom! Why did you just-" my voice faltered as I saw the man opening his eyes.

"Annabeth," he said suddenly, his voice strong.

"Oh my gods," my mom muttered. "I thought you were dead." The man smiled and I realized he actually was quite handsome. The next thing I knew, they were making out, which made my jaw drop. I'd never seen mom kiss anyone before in my whole life, well, except for family on the cheek, but nothing like this. According to my Uncle Grover (he's not my real uncle, I just call him that), the only person she'd ever kissed was my dad, who had died. And now here she was... making out with some homeless guy who I'm pretty sure wanted to kill me earlier. I always knew I came from a strange family, but this is just a little too weird.

There's chapter one! Ooh, I wonder who this homeless guy is! Just kidding, and I should hope you know who it is too. Anyway, please review! They motivate me to write! Thanks! :D Oh, and ideas are welcome and wanted, I'm not sure where this is going, I just thought of it in geometry class and thought it would be a good story. :)