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Welcome to yet another fanfiction written by me! RUN WHILE YOU CAN!

I hope it's not that bad, but anyway, I hope you enjoy! :P

(EDIT: Quick note just to say that I'm pretty much re-writing this. Same plot, same ideas, but I'm basically fixing all the errors, making a few changes, editing things to everything makes sense and adding more detail, it'll probably end up being a bit longer then what it was. You can read it again, but you don't have to.)

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Annabeth Chase could feel the warm rays of the sun that were hitting her back, logically she knew that she should move into the shade to prevent sunburn but she had only just gotten into a comfortable position with her book. Reading was not one of Annabeth's strong points, she had been diagnosed with dyslexia at the age of eight and reading was one of the things she struggled with the most. It took her utmost concentration to even finish one page, let alone a whole book and generally if she had the choice she preferred to listen to audio books instead of actually reading them. However, her Latin teacher had set the homework for them to read two chapters to read from a text book, with no other alternative, and Annabeth was determined to finish it.

Though today, things did not seem to be going very well for her. She was distracted, however she could not find the source of the distraction. There was a low humming feeling that felt as if it was sitting just underneath her skin, alive with anticipation that would just not let her finish the page. Lately, this had been spurred on by the crazy dreams Annabeth had been having lately, for the last three weeks Annabeth had woken up in a daze, not being able to remember much beside hazy glows, bright colours and the sense of something important that she just could not quite grasp.

Annabeth had been stuck on the fourteenth page of the book for the last twenty minutes, stopping and starting again whenever her brain saw fit to. She had just started the same particular sentence again for the second time, when a dark shadow cast over her. Annabeth set her book down with a sigh, before looking up to find her father stood at the back door of their small house.

"Annabeth? Could you come inside please, we have visitors who would like to see you." Her dad called out to her. Slightly puzzled, Annabeth picked up the bookmark from beside her before slotting it into the book. She supposed her Latin homework could wait to tomorrow if it had to. She pushed herself up of the ground, dusting off the small blades of grass that clung to her clothing as she did so. Annabeth strolled towards the back door, where her father had now disappeared from, probably back towards the visitors. As she walked through, Annabeth deposited her book on top of one of the counters in the kitchen before entering the living room.

Annabeth was not sure who exactly who she was expecting to be waiting for her. At first she thought that it might have been her best friend Thalia, however moments later she realised that Thalia would not have bothered to wait for her and instead would have willingly strolling through the house like it was her own and greeted Annabeth in the back garden. The last people Annabeth was expecting to see though, was the Jackson family.

The Jackson family was one of the most well-known and wealthiest families in the area and even though most people had not seen them in person, everyone knew about them. The elder man stood in the middle of the room, his shoulders were broad and he held himself in a stiff but confident way. His salt and pepper hair was thick and dark, despite the fact that it was slightly beginning to thin at the sides, his skin was a deep tanned colour with weathered wrinkles, but the man's most starling feature was his eyes. They were a murky shade of green which reminded Annabeth of the colour the see turned during a bad storm. Annabeth had seem him in commercials that had been played on TV, advertising the family business, all of commercials ending with the same logo of a blue three-pointed trident. During the commercials, Poseidon was generally portrayed in a friendly way, wearing comfortable khaki shorts, colourful Hawaiian shirts and flip-flops, which were a stark contrast to the formal suit of a businessman which he wore now. Poseidon was famous. The Jackson family owned a multi-million marine company which branched out all over the world, along with various docks and aquariums throughout the city. The fact that he had been named after the Greek God of the Sea had always been a well-received pun.

By Poseidon's side stood his wife, Sally Jackson. Sally was not dressed as formally as her husband, with her long brown hair pinned elegantly to her head in a complex up do and a well-fitting blue dress. Her eyes were a light shade of blue, and unlike the other occupants in the room, she wore a warm smile. It was a well-known fact that Poseidon had eventually decided to take Sally's name instead of her taking his, and also that Sally was not Poseidon's first husband and that she was from a lower class background, being orphaned at an early age and raised by her uncle, choosing to hang around the docks where Poseidon worked instead of staying at home. Despite the fact that he already had a wife Amphitrite and a son, Trition, when the couple met, Poseidon eventually chose to leave them behind, before later marrying Sally who was pregnant with their son.

The last occupant of the room of course, was the Son of Sally and Poseidon. His name was Perseus (shortened to Percy), and Annabeth actually recognised him as she had saw him a few times around her school, she was surprised that with their wealth that Percy had not been pushed into a private school however she remembered hearing something about Sally not wanting her son to be raised as a snob, despite Poseidon's protests. The boy himself was almost a spitting image of his father, they both had the same facial shape and jaw-line, both were broad shouldered with an athletic build and Percy had inherited his father's tanned complexion, even his own was slightly paler. The colour of Percy's eyes was also very similar to his father's, as they were a similar shade of sea green, however Percy's own eyes were slightly lighter and had more of a blue tinge to them. It also almost seemed right that Percy had also inherited jet black hair from his father too, even though the younger boy's was less tamed and had a certain unruly quality to it. Percy wore a dark grey business suit as well, however he looked a lot less comfortable in it and would not stop fidgeting with the cuffs of his jacket.

All in all, they were definitely an odd sight in the old run-down suburban neighbourhood that Annabeth lived in. Annabeth gave a quick side eyed glance towards her father and step-mother, who had both seemed to have gotten the chance to straighten themselves out a bit as well. Annabeth suddenly felt very out of place in her own home as her fingers nervously tugged on the hem of her old, ratty, faded orange shirt, trying to pull it down slightly over her ripped shorts and shuffling to the side slightly in a subtle attempt of hiding her bare feet.

"Hello?" Annabeth questioned, her voice coming out much weaker then she intended. She was still rather confused as to why they were there, however she cleared her throat slightly and tried again.

"Can I help you?" She asked, trying to sound polite and not at all accusing, even though she did not think that it worked very well. Poseidon stepped towards her, an unfamiliar glint in his eye which Annabeth did not like.

"I think you may," He said, eying her critically. Annabeth mentally cringed under his scrutiny, however outwardly she managed to stand tall, keeping her gaze steady.

"I suppose you would be suitable." He concluded after a few minutes, making Annabeth pause in shock. "She is fairly pretty Mr Chase, even if she is…" Poseidon glanced back at Annabeth, taking in her shocked appearance as he pressed his lips into a straight line, as if musing over a word. "Rough around the edges." He concluded, before turning away.

Annabeth felt a sudden burst of rage surge through her. What gave him the right to judge her? Sure, he may have been more 'polished' because he owned more money and nicer things, but that did not for one second make him any better than her.

"What?" Annabeth choked, her eyebrows scrunched together slightly as her eyes narrowed. Poseidon turned back around to face Annabeth, giving her a disappointed frown as he did so, almost as if she was a trained house pet who had done something wrong.

"I believe the word you are looking for is Pardon, Miss Chase." He told her coolly, before addressing her father. "I thought you were meant to teach her better than that, Frederick, proper manners are the key to changing today's youth. How are we supposed to let our children teach the next generation, if they all speak like uneducated commoners?" Poseidon questioned. Annabeth stared at her father, who said nothing to defend her, instead choosing to stare at a small stain on the wooden floor between his feet.

"I have an education! In fact, I go to the same school as your son." Annabeth pointed out, raising her hand up in protest. However, she was cut short when Sally stepped forward an intervened.

"Annabeth, you shouldn't frown so much, it will only give you wrinkles when you get to my age." She pointed out, making Annabeth freeze for a few seconds, her features slowly fading away to a blank neutral look.

"Miss Chase, we are not here to argue with you, nor waste your time." Poseidon sighed slowly, a slightly painful look etched on his face at the arched eyebrow and pursed lips on Annabeth's face.

"If you are not here to argue with me, then what are you actually here for?" Annabeth questioned, evidence of confusion written on her face. Poseidon glanced back at Annabeth's father. Frederick Chase stood slightly to the side, his eyes closed as if he knew what was coming next and certainly did not like it.

"You never told her?" Poseidon asked, not addressing Annabeth's question directly. Annabeth watched as her father drew in a harsh breath.

"I couldn't. It's been hard, you have to understand. I've been ashamed of myself for years, and it is not an easy thing. I just couldn't bring myself to tell her. She would hate me, Mr Jackson you have to understand, I couldn't live with myself watching my daughter grow up and knowing that she hated me. She deserved innocence. Please, you can't." Frederick could feel himself beginning to ramble, only remembering to shut himself off after his wife clasped his hand in her own. Frederick's wife raised her head slightly to look at Mr Jackson, before beginning to speak herself.

"It's been years, Mr Jackson. We've done so much, and grown as a family. We thought that you would forget, or at least be more lenient in years to come. Annabeth has family, she has brothers, Bobby and Mathew. It's not fair to just uproot people from their life." Annabeth could hear the pleading tone in her step-mothers voice, however Poseidon bit back with a sharp comment.

"A deal is a deal, and you made your decision long ago. We kept our end Mr Chase, I am sorry but you need to keep yours." Poseidon's voice was level, and at his words Frederick gave a slight nod of his head, knowing that there was not much else he could do.

"Dad, what deal? What did you do? What happened?" Annabeth asked, her voice concerned even though she has already slowly begun to form an idea in her head. Annabeth expected her father to speak, however it was Mr Jackson that turned around to face her.

"You see, when your father was young, he had gotten himself into a lot of debt. Now, I'm not saying it was necessarily his fault, but it's not very easy to raise a child when you can barely afford to feed it. Of course, being as generous as I am, when your father came to me begging for help, I offered it to him. But, as you know everything in this world comes at a price, and this time, in exchange for his debts being cleared that price was you." Poseidon told her, however it was not quite sinking in for Annabeth. She brought her hands up to her head, pressing on her temples lightly.

"Me? What would you want with me?" She asked, however in the back of her mind she already knew the answer to the question.

"You're hand in marriage." Poseidon finished, and Annabeth felt as if something sharp was stabbing into her gut as a wave of nausea passed over her. Under normal circumstances, Annabeth probably would not have said anything else, however on impulse, probably because of her ADHD she could not help blurting out one small fact.

"But you are already married!" Annabeth knew is a was idiotic comment before it even left her mouth, and the short burst of laughter that Poseidon let out after it only proved it.

"Annabeth," Sally's soft voice countered. Annabeth found the voice of the older woman slightly soothing despite the circumstances, but it did not help to soften the blow that Sally was about to give. "We don't want you to marry my husband, because as I just mentioned, he is married to me. No, if this was to go through, you would be married to Perseus."

Annabeth's gaze immediately flickered to the boy in question. Percy was stood of to the side of the room, looking as if he would very much like to blend in with the wall paper, and due to the fact that Annabeth had barely noticed him before, she would say that he was going a very good job. The boy in question was clearly avoiding the gaze of everyone else in the room with a pained expression on his face.

"And what if I decline? To be very honest, I don't want to marry your son. I don't want to marry anyone!" Annabeth shot back, she could feel her voice raising a few inches, cringing slightly at the desperate almost hysterical tone. She could not go through with this, Annabeth could not marry Percy Jackson. She was supposed to grow older, get a scholarship, move out to college, become an architect and do something with her life, she was not supposed to sit around all day and be some rich man's trophy wife.

"I am afraid you do not have much choice in the matter Miss Chase, your father made the decision for you when he accepted my help." Poseidon informed her, looking as if he was going to say something else however Annabeth cut him off.

"Of course I have a choice! Marriage is supposed to be consensual! Despite what you may think, Mr Jackson, this is a free country, there are laws against this!" Annabeth protested, fully shouting at him now. However, Mr Jackson remained calm as her replied.

"Laws don't matter, at least not in this circumstance Miss Chase. I am above the law, half of the officers in this town would do as I ask, without question."

"No, you can't just do anything that you want just because you have money to throw around; the world doesn't work like that!" Annabeth shouted anger evidence in her voice even though she knew that she was now fighting a losing battle, however to her words Poseidon offered a sickening smirk.

"I'm afraid, Miss Chase, you will find that for me? It does."

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