A/N: Hmm, third story? Okay, this will be a one-shot series...who wants a summary? OKAY!

Summary: This isn't your average 'Percy-becomes-a-god-and-has-a-kid-with-Annabeth' story. Each chapter will be a different scenario on how Andy, (Yeah, yeah, I'm going to use Andromeda as her name...I know, pretty cliche.) Percy and Annabeth's daughter, meets the ever-amazing Percy Jackson. Different, huh?

The part down there is in Percy's point of view, but it's not very long.

Each chapter will be from Andy's POV, unless said otherwise. Have fun reading!

The humid June breeze played with my hair.

"Try not to get into a lot of trouble this summer, okay?" Mom reminded me.

Here's a thing about my mom. Her name's Annabeth Chase. She's a demigod, and her mom's Athena. It's pretty awesome to be related to the Greek gods, even if the don't have DNA.

My mom works as Olympus' architect. Not to be selfish, but I kinda wish that she didn't have to be up there all the time. I mean, if she didn't, she could stay here at Camp Half-Blood as one of the counselors.

The only thing that bugs me, is that my mom never got married. My dad left her. He was some jerk who just left us, and never even sent one child support check. Now here I am. At Camp Half-Blood for my first summer.

But that's the thing that gets to me. Because whenever I tell Mom that she should meet new people, she just smiles, and has this weird look in her eyes, as if she's remembering a long-forgotten joke, which I'm not in on. But believe me, I don't even want to know who the jerk is, who left the awesomest person in the world.

Suddenly, the wind began to pick up, and a man just popped out of nowhere. On normal circumstances, that would be pretty weird, but here at camp? There are weirder things.

I stared at the man who apparently happened to walk out of the ocean.

Most likely a god. He looked like a surfer. Maybe Poseidon?

No, he looked too young.

I turned towards Mom. Did this douche think that he could just pop up and interrupt our conversation? I expected my mom to blow out of proportion, like she usually does, when people piss her off, but she didn't.

Instead, she looked that the dude almost...longingly?

I heard her mumble something along the lines of, "To think that all strange things only wash up in Miami...,"

The mystery guy chuckled. "Tyson told me that he sent you a new shield."

"Oh please, there is no way that it would beat Daedalus' video shield." Mom replied.

Wait, what?

Mom looked like she wanted to run into the guy's arms.

The dude shook his head. "Damn you, Wise Girl. Haven't changed, eh?"

"You'd be an expert on that subject," my mom teased.

The surfer dude threw his hands back and said, "Pssh, I'm not that old!"

They both shared a laugh, as if remembering a long-forgotten joke, rather than laughing about what just happened.

Suddenly, Mom found herself hugging the mystery surfer dude. I cut in before this could go any further.

"Hey! Uh, I don't know, but could anyone tell me what's going on? Or maybe, who in Hades you are?"

He locked eyes with my mom before laughing again. "I blame you for her curiosity."

What?

"Hey! I bet you'd feel stupid, if you were 'out of the loop,' like I was, sometimes!" Mom retorted. How did they know each other?

"Yeah, because I was never left out. Gods, I was out of the loop, since day one! I didn't even know what you were shoveling in my mouth!"

"...yeah, you were pretty stupid. Probably still are." Mom said.

The surfer guy turned towards me. "So Andy, don't like being left in the dark, huh?"

Wait...how did he know my name?

"Andy, we sorta need to talk." Mom began. She gestured towards the surfer. "This is your fa-"

But the mystery surfer clamped a hand on Mom's mouth before she could continue. She stumbled back into the sand.

"Hey, get your hands off my mom!" I yelled.

ooo

"Do you really have to begin with the 'Hey Andy, this is your father who you probably resent!' introduction? Gods Annabeth, I think I can introduce myself." I whispered to her, on the sand.

"Oh, well, I'm SO SORRY. What are your takes on this matter, huh mister?"

"Could you talk ANY louder? But anyways, I was going to bring the whole 'I'm your daddy!' thing towards the end of the conversation." I said.

She huffed in agreement. "Fine."

ooo

They turned around, as if they had forgotten that I was here.

"Okay, anyways Andy, this," Mom pointed at the idiot on the sand, "is Perseus Jackson, but everyone calls him Percy."

Percy coughed.

"Oh, sorry, um, he's the god of rip currents, tides, and waves. Which, to him, are apparently all the same."

Wait, if he was a god, then why did he have a last name?

"Hey! You're making me sound dumb!" Percy interrupted.

"Well, you are." Mom said, as if reminding him. There was no response after that.

So my suspicions were correct. He IS a god. But he seemed so...human? The way he talked, and joked, almost made me think that he wasn't some almighty god could had the power to smite a person.

"Well Andy...This idiot...he's your father." My mom said the last part so fast, that I almost didn't hear it. But I did.

Perseus face palmed. "Bah, what happened to using my plan?"

"Oh face it, your plans never work."

Wait...what? This was the guy who just left Mom and I, leaving no trace? Oh, so he thought he could just magically appear out of nowhere, and everything would be butterflies and daisies, huh?

My 'father' tried to make small talk, "Heh, uh, so Andy-"

"It's Andromeda to you, sir." I told him, trying to sound as harsh as possible.

But you want to know what he did next? He laughed! Laughed!

"Hear that, Annabeth? Resentment." He gave a few more chuckles before adding, "You don't know a thing about me do you?"

"No. Not that you know anything about me. So why should I want to know you?" I retorted.

"Well, if I know myself, and I think I'm pretty good on the subject, then I most likely know you," he told me.

"Are you saying that I'm like you? Yeah right."

Percy raised an eyebrow, "Oh really? Give me five chances to list things about my life, that most likely apply to you." he suggested.

"...Fine."

"Okay. Count in your head how many of them relate to you. One: My mom was, and is, the best person in the world, other than your mom here. She worked her ass off just to make ends meet. But in the end, she still had some pretty rotten luck." he said.

I thought about that. That was a pretty good definition of my mom. Okay, so...1.

"Wait." I said, "If you're a god, then who's your mom?"

"Nuh uh uh, save a questions for the end! Erm...anyways, on to number two: I had―"

"And probably still has," Mom interupted.

"―ADHD and dyslexia. Everyone at school thought I was a freak. Absolutely no friends in the mortal world. Well, I guess there was Tyson, but he doesn't count anymore."

I guess that was 2. Wait...do gods even have trouble reading? And did he say school?

"Gods, Percy, you're going to make her head explode." Mom told him.

"Don't you mean 'implode'?" he suggested.

No one answered.

"Fine! Give me the silent treatment!" he pouted. "Uh, oh yeah, um, on to number three: Sometimes, I felt like people were always hiding something from me, which they were," At this, he looked at Mom, then continued, "and I was always out of the loop."

That's 3…

"Número cuatro-"

"Since when could you speak Spanish?" Mom interrupted.

"Oh, never, but I remember this one time when my Latin teacher was out sick, and the substitute that was in for her, spoke Spanish the whole class. It was ridiculous."

"And you remembered that?" Mom asked.

"Nope. I was practically sleeping the whole time. Tyson was the one who filled me in, I mean, I had to listen to a whole hour of his Spanish mimicking. Terrible. Completely terrible." Percy shook his head, and my mom laughed.

"...anyways, on to number four: I resented my father, as much as you are resenting me right now. Believe me, I know what your thinking. Not one visit? Not one child support check? And right now, I kinda hate myself like I used to hate my dad." He turned to my mom, "How much do you feel like my mom?"

"Eh, I do feel like Sally once and a while, but not enough to make your stupid blue cookies."

"Hey! They're not that stupid..."

Here I am. Out of the loop again. But I guess that makes 4.

"And the fifth?" I said, trying to speed things up.

"And the fifth." he repeated, as if he hadn't heard me, "I would go to hell and back, to protect the people I care about. And trust me on this one, I know what that feels like."

"You and me both, pal." Mom told him.

Percy looked offended. "Now I'm downgraded to 'pal'? How offending!"

Mom smiled, like she did when:

1) She talks about architecture

2) I tell her that I 'made a friend'

3) I ask her about Dad, who apparently wanted to pop into our lives.

He continued, "I guess 'having the weight of the world on your shoulders' isn't just a metaphor anymore. Hey that rhymed! But anyways, how much of my life relates to you, Andy?"

I didn't exactly want to talk to him, but I needed to know the truth...sort of. "Five out of five."

I always thought I had gotten all my looks from Mom's side. She always said that I was the striking image of Athena, but now that I thought of it, I had my father's jet black hair, and Mom's gray eyes.

My father smiled. "Thought it would. So, where do we begin?"

Mom checked her watch, "Ah, Percy? I kind of have to leave in a few minutes,"

"But Mom! You can't just leave me alone with...him," I started whispering towards the end of the sentence.

"You'll be fine, Andy. Remember to write! And if you run into any Ares kids, don't worry, your dad and I have dealt with them." Mom winked, before she began to walk off.

"See you around," My dad waved. He turned back to me, as I watched my mom disappear into the forest.

"Well, see ya!" I said, getting up. He grabbed my hand before I could walk off.

"What, I can't have a talk with my daughter?"

"Pft. You want to talk? What's there to talk about? You're a god, I'm a demigod. You don't even know how to be, oh, I don't know, human!" I shot back.

He laughed again. Why is it that every time I try to insult him, he just laughs?

"This is why we need to talk. Let's start with the basics. Okay, so you know that your mom is a daughter of Athena. Do you know who my mom is?" he asked.

I thought about that. "Hera?"

A look of horror plastered itself onto his face. "Dear gods, no! Okay, how about my dad?"

This one was easier, since his symbol of power had to do with water.

"Poseidon."

"Exactly. So, that would make my mother..."

"Amphitrite?" I guessed.

He face palmed. "Uh, no thank you to that! Annabeth suggested that some of my stupidity passed on to you. So, I apologize for that. Anyways, my mom is a mortal. Clear-sighted, though. She's Sally Jackson. She's like one of my friends, Rachel. Have you met her? No? Well I hope you don't meet her in camp, or else you're in for a prophecy. Did I mention that's she's the new Oracle?"

That was a lot to chew on.

"...so that would make you..."

"A demigod." he finished for me.

"But I thought that you're one of the gods," I said, confused.

"Exactly. I was offered immortality, but I refused. I was forced into it, later on in my life. Worst thing that has ever happened to me. And I have been through A LOT."

"Well, of course you have, I mean, considering that you're a god." I told my dad. Having a dad still seemed a bit foreign, though.

He raised a eyebrow, "Are you saying that I'm old? Why is everyone hinting at that, today! Sheesh, I guess being two months older than Annabeth really does count," Percy snickered.

"What?"

"I'm only 28, Andy. Born in 1994? Tsk, tsk, tsk, you really have gotten my obliviousness genes." Dad scolded. "Also, I'd love to see Poseidon's face, once he realizes that his granddaughter looks exactly like Athena. Quite ironic, hmm? But let's carry on, shall we? Let's do the time warp, and go back to when I was here at camp.

"I lost my mom to Hades, when I arrived at camp. Or at least, I thought I did. That was certainly not fun. To get things moving, I won't go deep into detail. So anyways, at the borderline, by Thalia's pine, I had to face the Minotaur, and I thought my mom had died. Next thing I know, I'm out cold, and your mother, Annabeth, is shoveling ambrosia in my mouth. First thing she says to me? 'You drool in your sleep',"

I laughed. It sounded like something she would say. Suddenly, I heard a conch horn blow.

Percy bended his knees, and got up. He offered a hand, and helped me off the sand.

"Looks like it's time for dinner," he mused. "S'too bad, I didn't finish my 'life story'. Maybe I should get someone to write a book about it."

"Are you staying?" I asked him. I was kinda liking having a dad for a change. Kinda.

"As much as I'd like to stay, I can't. Zeus would blown his top if I stayed any longer. And besides, there's probably a small chance that I would survive cabin inspections. It's a shame though. I'd really love to try the rock climbing wall, again. But don't worry. I'll be back. By the way, tell Chiron you've been claimed." he said.

"What do you mean?"

He pointed up. Above me, a holographic symbol of a black pegasus floated above me.

"So, where are you off to?" I asked, curiosity taking the better of me.

"Me? I'm off to visit an old friend. Have a good summer, Andy." And with those last words, he disappeared, leaving me alone to my thoughts, staring out to the Long Island Sound.

"You too, Dad. You too." I found myself whispering.

A/N: Whoa. That was pretty long. Does Percy using cuss words seem OOC? Because I've been told that a few times...whoops, oh well. Who can guess who Percy's visiting? Really? You can? Because I don't even know! By the way, I know that if Percy is around 28 in this, he would have to be like 18 when Annabeth had Andy, but let's put that aside for now! Anyways, I'm taking requests as to where next chapter should take place. I'm currently building a plot for what would happen if Andy meets Percy in the Empire State Building...so...yeah. Review?

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