Alright, since I've had this in my head for a while, let's get it on here before it goes away.

Summary: God!Percy "How does it feel, Dad, when you look at her and realize she's moved on?" PoseidonxPercy bonding.

It's been nearly eight years since the Battle of Manhattan. I should know. I've counted every last second of them.

Not only has it been eight years since the Battle of Manhattan, but it's also been eight years since I've become a god. The minor god of Tides and Heroes, no less. I've served my father these eight short years.

I could tell you some other important dates, like last week marked the twelve-year anniversary since Annabeth and I met. Four years ago, Annabeth married a guy named Zach Ritcher. Zach didn't seem like her type, but he made her happy, and I was happy for her. Eigth months ago, Annabeth's daughter, Melina Thalia Ritcher, with brown hair and Annabeth's gray eyes, turned one. Seven years ago, my half-sister, Jasmine Marie Blofis was born. She looked exactly like Mom.

Today, I was guarding my father's palace. It's been eight years since the fall of Kronos, yet Oceanus still lurks in the waters, trying to overthrow my father.

A merman swam up to me and nodded. I nodded back, the retreated to te inside of the palace.

I retired to my bedroom, where I began what I normally do during my freetime: watch over Annabeth.

I looked into a special water-filled seashell. Annabeth was playing with her daughter, giggling and smiling. I couldn't help but smile; she was so happy. Zach walked in the room and placed his hand around Annabeth. I felt a pang of jealously; I wish that were me. Zach and Annabeth said something, then kissed sweetly. I looked away. It was too much to bear, watching her kiss him when I wish it were me. I broke the connection and saw Dad, waiting for me in the doorframe.

"Still not over her, I see," he told me.

I shook my head. "How does it feel, Dad, when you look at her and realize she's moved on?" Dad knew who I was talking about: Mom.

He swam over and sat on the edge of my bed. "Painful," he replied. "Dreadful, that someday, she will die, and you will live on." He was talking about himself, but also implying the statement to me.

"You mother..." Dad trailed off. "What we had was special, something I have never came across in all the millenia I have lived. Someday, you will get over her. It may be tomorrow, it may be next week. Or possibly even somewhere in the next millenia. She will leave an empty space in your heart, when she's gone. Something that no one else but she can replace." His face looked grim.

"I don't want to end this conversation on a sad note, son. So let me tell you this: when you feel sad about losing her, just think of the happy times you had together. Keep those in your mind." He got up. "And don't forget: there are other fish in the sea. And someday, you'll find the one that can mend your broken heart."

So, just a random idea I had.

Oh, and those of you waiting for a new chapter of Hunted, I'm almost done. It's a super long chapter, so... yeah. =)

~Percidia Jackson