Hi guys! So this is a one shot I've been planning for over two years and never actually got to writing it untill now. It's a bit sad, I know. I plan on countinuing it, to show how Poseidon and Percy's relation developed through the books. It won't be long, probably four or five chapters in total.

By the way, Percy is sixteen in the Lightening thief.

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympans

Letters

Memories

Lyrics

The song is Confessions of a Broken Heart by Lindsay Lohan

Daughter to father

Part 1

I wait for the postman to bring me a letter

I wait for the good Lord to make me feel better

Perseas Jackson hadn't hated her dad all her life. Hell, she didn't know him for most of it. Lost at the sea, her mother used to tell her. Not dead. Lost at the sea.

And she hated it. The sea. She hated it for taking away her father. She hated it for taking away the life she could have had.

But she also loved it greatly. She loved the way she felt at home in the water as if she was part of the flow. She loved the way her muscles relaxed when she was in the water and her head cleared.

It hadn't always been this way, though. As a child, Percy had been afraid of the water, knowing that it was the reason she had no daddy. It took a lot of effort from her mother to make her walk in, but once she did, she didn't want to leave.

And I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders

A family in crisis that only grows older

Percy had always been different from the rest of the children. Everynight, alone in the dark she begged her daddy to come home. Her mom never knew of course and Percy never tod her, but she missed a male presence in her life.

But her daddy didn't come. As she grew up she watched the other girls play with her fathers. Riley's dad called her his Princess. Who was going to call Percy princess?

Why'd you have to go?

And she decided to start writing letters to her dad. Once in a while, when she felt lonely, she would sit down and write about her days, about what she had been through. And every single letter finished with Come back daddy. She was hoping, childishly naïve, that her father may actually read the letters.

Daughter to father, daughter to father

I am broken but I am hoping

But Percy grew up. She stopped writing letters, stopped asking her dad to come back every night. Why would she? He was obviously not coming back. He had left them. And she hated him for it, too. She grew up angry at the world, the sea, her dad. Her mom tried to make up for everything and for her sake Percy pretended everything was alright, but inwardly she knew. She knew that nothing was alright with her.

Daughter to father , daughter to father

I am crying, a part of me is dying

These are, these are

The confessions of a broken heart

One night, when she was sixteen, her mother had decided to take her to Montauk. She told her then. How she and her father had met, how she fell inlove with him, how he was just gone at the sea, how he had never actually seen Percy.

That night Percy found them again. Underneath the old faded pillow, all her letters and drawings, everything she had done for her dad were carefully hidden. Her mom had never found them.

And I wear your old clothes, your polo sweater

I dream of another you

The one that would never leave me aloneto pick up the pieces

A daddy to hod me, that's what I needed

She got angry then. She took the pile of papers on the beach, while Sally was sleeping and wrote one last letter, filled with anger. She wrapped everything together and with a cry of anger threw all the letters in the sea.

Let the sea take them. Let them disappear just like him.

So why'd you have to go

Why'd you have to go

She cried after. Collapsing right there on the soft sand, she curled up in a ball and sobbed for the life she could have had. A normal life where Gabe didn't exist and she had a man to call dad.

Daughter to father, daughter to father

I don't know you, but I still want to

Daughter to father, daughter to father

Tell me the truth, did you ever love me

Cause these are, these are

The confessions of a broken heart

That night Poseidon was sitting on a rock just outside his palace, looking up towards the shore. The Naiads had told him the Sally, his Sally, had brought their daughter on Montauk again. Perseas was sixteen already, he knew. He had seen her just once, when she was only a month old. This prescious moment was branded in his memory and he often found himself sitting back and just recalling it fondly.

Poseidon knew that this was wrong on so many paragraphs. If Zeus found out, his child's life would be threatened, but he longed to see them just once. It pained him that he was their father and yet he wasn't able to hold them.

Quietly, he sneaked in Sally's small, but homey apartment, knowing that his former lover was in deep sleep, exhausted by taking care of a baby, their baby. He found himself in a nursery, the walls painted in sea green that made him smille sadly. A soft sound distracted him and he looked towards the crib, both excited and nervous about meeting his child.

The sound got louder, quickly turning into a wail and he knew he had to do something before Sally woke up. She needed her rest after all.

The Sea god crossed the room quickly, leaning over the crib to peer inside. A pair of sea green eyes looked back at him, opened wide with wonder and curiousity. Poseidon's heart melted at the sight. A daughter, he had a daughter. The thought astounished and elated him at the same time. He had never had daughters!

The baby gurgled and reached out for him and he knew it was a lost cause. He hadn't planned to touch the child at all, afraid to leave his scent on them, but now, when his daughter practically begged to be held, he knew he coudn't just walk away.

He picked her up gently, placing her in the craddle of his arms, looking at her with as much wonder as she looked at him. She had his eyes, that was obvious but at closer inspection he realized how much she actually looked like him. Her lips were his, as well, now opened in surprise. The unruly tuff of dark hair on her head, strongly reminded him of hs own and he grinned involuntary.

A small hand reached up and tugged on his beard and the babe giggled when Poseidon took her small hand in his. Her fingers wrapped around his tightlly as if she was afraid he would dissapear.

"Hello, little one." Poseidon murmured quietly. "I'm your father."

His daughter just watched him as her lips stretched into a toothless grin.

"You are going to be so beautiful and strong. You will make me very proud one day."

The Sea God sighed knowing that their time together was coming to a close and he didn't even know his daughter's name. Something caught his eye and he shifted the baby to his right arm so he could look at the photo better. It was Sally, in a hospital gown, smiling radiantly at the camera as she held her newborn daughter. He turned the picture around to read the small writing on the back.

Sally and Perseas Jackson, August 18, 1993

Putting the photo back where it was, he shifted his attention back to Perseas. He had to leave, now. With a heavy sigh, he placed his daughter back in the crib.

"Good luck, my little Perseas. I will see you again." He dropped a kiss on her forehead and murmured a blessing. With one last glance towards the now sleeping demigoddess, he left in a whisp of sea breeze.

I love you.

I love you

I love you

Poseidon smiled fondly at the memory, looking up towards the surface. Something caught his attention and he swam towards it, before the current could take it away. A stack of papers, that looked suspiciously like letters. Curious, he pulled the first paper out of the stack. It was a child's drawing with two figures on it. Under the tall figure was scrambled Mommy and under the smaller person - Percy.

Poseidon's heart thundered in his chest as he reaized that this was his daughter's. Hurriedly, he picked up the first letter and opened it, half smiling at Percy's scrambled writing.

Daughter to father, daugher to father

I don't know you, but I still want to

Dear daddy,

In the kindergarden today we drew pictures for Father's day. I drew one too. Will you like it?

Mrs Coulson said it was very pretty. Mommy liked it too. One of the other kids was very mean to me. He laughed at me because I didn't have a daddy. I hit him. Mommy and Mrs Coulson were not happy and told me fighting was wrong.

I miss you Daddy!

Love, Percy

At the end of the letter, half laughing, half crying, Poseidon quickly opened another one and got to reading.

Dear Daddy,

I met my Mommy's boyfriend today. What does a boyfriend mean? I don't like him. He was mean to me when mommy wasn't there. And he smells bad. I named him Smelly Gabe. I hope mommy won't marry him.

Come back, Daddy!

Love Percy

Poseidon growled at the mention of Gabe. He knew Sally had married him just to hide Percy's demigod scent from monsters, and he knew it worked, but Sally deserved so much better than this excuse of a man. But he forced himself to calm down as he took another letter.

Dear Daddy,

Mommy is getting married today to Smelly Gabe. I don't want her to marry him! He is mean to me. I didn't tell mommy, because it will hurt her. I don't want to hurt her. I want her to be happy.

I saw something strange today. There was a scary man with one eye at school. Mrs. Coulson said I had imagined it but I saw it, I swear!

Love you, Daddy!

Percy

Daughter to father, daughter father

Tell me the truth

Poseidon quickly opened another.

Dear Dad,

Mom and Gabe had a fight about blue food today. When mom returned from work she brought a bag filled with blue candy. The look on Gade's face was priceless, but the candy was delicious.

I don't do well in school. I'm already third grate and I'm pretty sure my teacher hates me. I got in a fight with one of the boys and was given a suspension. It's not fair. He insulted me! The boy's mom came to speak with mine and said that I had anger management issues or something like that. Mom explained it to me. It's not true! Her son is just one big bully.

I wish you were here.

Love, Percy

Did you ever love me?

Poseidon laughed quietly at the blue food thing. He was glad that his daughter could stand her ground even if she was fighting. Though he didn't think Sally would be very happy with her.

He reached for another letter, noticing that the pile was growing small.

Dear Dad,

I was just kicked out of school, because I was "rebelious, violent and with short temper". It's not my fault that the children are jerks. But I hate that I've dissapointed mom.

Last week our class was taking a tour at the Marine World shark pool. I was curious and I kind of hit the wrong lever and caused a flood. But the sharks are alright, I swear. For some strange reason I thought I heard their voices in my head, but I must have imagined it.

Love, Percy

Did you ever love me?!

The Sea God chuckled, but his grin faded as he realized that Percy's powers had started to grow stronger and noticable. It was too early, too dangerous for her. Sally should have send her to Camp immediately. Forcing himself to remember that his daughter was already sixteen and allright, Poseidon took another piece of paper.

Dear Dad,

I'm going to bording school this year. I don't like it but they accepted me but I have no choice but go. I'm going to miss mom but at least I will be away from Gabe for a while. Will I make friends? I hope so but I doubt it.

We are at Mountauk right now and thankfully, the water is warm enough to swim. I swear that I saw a smiling face in the water but I must have halucinated or something, because when I looked again, it was gone. I love to swim. My new school has a swimming team I think I'll sign up. It will give me something to do.

Love, Percy

Nayads, Perseas had seen the nayads. Poseidon would have to warn them to keep their distance for a while, at least untill Percy went to camp.

There was only one letter left, and the Olympian picked it up with trebmling hands. Why had she stopped writing?

The writing on this letter was pretty and need, coming from a sure and experienced hand. The words were no longer big and scrambled, but small and tidy, with pretty swirls.

These are the confessions of a broken heart

Hello,

He read there and this time there was no word daddy or dad following the greeting.

I feel childish now, writing this and knowing you will never read it. But I have to say it. I have to get it off my chest. Don't expected some sweet sugarcoated words about how much I miss you or how much I want you to come back. I've given up hope in that long ago. I've given up hope in you. I don't want to see you now; I don't want to know you. And if you are alive somewhere, I want you to know that I hate you. I hate you for leaving mom; I hate you for leaving me. I hate you for not being there when I needed you. And I needed you, really, most of the time. I needed you just to be there.

But you were not, and I blame you for it.

So this is the thing I had to write in one last letter, that no one would read.

Best wishes,

Perseas Jackson

By the end of the letter Poseidon found himself trembling with grief. His only daughter, his baby girl hated him. She didn't want to see him. Tears fell onto the letter and with surprise he found out they were his.

For the first time in centuries Lord Poseidon cried. Cried for his daughter, who he had lost before he had even known her. And he promised to himself then, that in the moment she found out who he was, he would be there for her. He would show her that he was there, the he loved her every single day, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he would have her love back. Hoping that someday she will call him Dad again.

I wait for the postman to bring me a letter...

Expect the next part soon. Read and review!