(A/N) Okay, I know all of you probably wanted me to update my A:tLA/PJO fic, but this idea was bouncing around in my head and would not leave me alone! So, I hope everyone likes it! Thanks for reading, and Stay Frosty ;]

~MD5813


Chapter 1: The Moon Told Me So

Jack Frost bobbed and weaved through the clouds, Wind carrying him and stopping him from plunging to the ground. He watched Sandman's golden dream-sand swirl through the air, delivering sweet dreams to the children of the world. He closed his eyes, breathing in the crisp, cold air.

It must be nice. Having someone who believes in you. He thought to himself, lamenting on his fate. Why did MiM save me? All I ever do is bring in the occasional snow day.

Unknown to the kindhearted winter spirit, the only reason he existed was because someone out there believed in him. If there were truly no one that believed in him, he would have faded to the Void long ago.

Jack drifted down, alighting on the roof of an old house. He closed his eyes, this being one of the few times that he let his sadness show through his mask of fun and games.

Suddenly the cry of a young child broke through the night air. Jack's eyes snapped open. Even if no one believed in him, he would not leave a child in danger.

Moving quickly, he spotted the source of the cry.

The largest dog Jack had ever seen cornered a young boy of about three in a back alleyway of New York. It was at least the size of a small car and had glowing, red eyes that promised pain and torment.

Where is the boy's mother? Jack wondered to himself.

His question was answered as soon as he got within five feet of the beast. The body of a once-beautiful woman was still bleeding out behind the monster. It was obvious what had just happened.

"Hey, ugly!" Jack yelled at the giant dog, "Why don't you pick on someone your own size!"

The dog growled as Jack rushed forward and shot a blast of ice from his staff. The beast let out a yelp as ice began to spread from the spot where Jack hit it.

Soon, it was nothing more than an ice statue. It then crumbled to golden dust that was blown away in the wind.

Jack then remembered the little boy. Turning around he gave the boy a forlorn glance, for the child could not possibly see him, and was about to fly away when,

"P-please don't go."

The boy.

Jack froze in complete and absolute shock. Someone believed in him? But how?

Time to think about that later, Jack scolded himself. First, help the boy.

"Don't worry, Little One. I'm not going anywhere," He said to the child gently.

He shifted into his thirty-year-old form and moved forward.

"What's your name?"

"P-pewseus Jackson. But I like t-to be called Pewcy," the boy stuttered out, with a slight lisp on his r's.

Jack immediately felt a connection to this boy. He had endless sea green eyes that were now filled with fear and sadness, where peace and mirth should have been. He had messy, raven black hair that hung low on his face, almost covering his eyes.

"Well, Percy, how old are you?" Jack asked, not quite knowing what he was doing. He knew that he couldn't send Percy to an orphanage, this little boy had already suffered too much.

Percy looked up at Jack with tears in his eyes, "I'm thwee. Is Mommy gone?"

"I'm sorry Percy…she had to…she had to leave. Right now she's asleep."

"Will I get to see her soon?" It broke Jack's heart to have to explain this to the child, but there was no other way.

"Percy, she's gone to sleep for a really long time. But, right now, she is having the most wonderful dreams. She can't come back, though."

Percy's lower lip trembled when, suddenly, he threw himself into Jack's arms, crying.

"Mommy gone…"

"Shhh, it's okay, it's okay. I'm here Little One." He whispered in Percy's ear.

"Will you leave me too?" Percy asked.

"Never." Jack answered with determination. He would not let this little boy, his only believer, grow up alone.

"Percy?" Jack started.

"Yes?"

"Would you, well what I'm trying to say is…can I adopt you?"

"But I don't know you." Percy stated, flatly.

"That is true. My name is Jack Frost."

Percy's eyes widened.

"Like the snow spiwit? That Jack Fwost?"

"Yes, that Jack Frost," Jack said with a chuckle. "So, can I adopt you?"

"Thank you Daddy!"

Jack's eyes widened and his mouth opened, slightly, in surprise.

"Well then, let's make this official, shall we?"

Percy nodded his head excitedly, ready to finally have a father.

"I'm going to give you a little cut, okay? When I do, you'll actually be my son."

"Okay," Percy said, a bit nervous.

Jack then formed a small knife out of ice in his hand and gave his own hand a small slice.

"Now you, okay?"

Percy nodded his hand and held out his hand.

Before he gave Percy the cut, Jack spoke the correct words for the ceremony.

"I, Jack Frost, hereby adopt Perseus Jackson as my own. He will be my son by blood and love. I willingly make this decision and swear to care for this child as if he were my own."

Jack then made a small incision on Percy's hand. To his credit, the boy didn't even flinch, only gritting his teeth in pain.

Jack then clasped their bleeding palms together, letting the magic of the ceremony mix their blood.

Jack watched Percy's appearance change. His sea green eyes developed ice-blue flecks and had a small ring of the same colour surrounding the pupil. His hair turned white, starting at the tips and creeping up until it stopped an inch or so shy of his black roots. His skin paled slightly, from his natural tan, and turned ice-cold.

Once Percy stopped changing, the cuts sealed up on their own, completing the ceremony.

"Now you are truly my son." Jack said to Percy, who then proceeded to curl up in Jack's arms and fall asleep.

"Wind, take us home." Jack said quietly. The held Percy cradled in one arm and grasped his staff in his free hand.

Wind gently picked the two up, and whisked them off into the night.

Unknown to the now father and son, two presences watched from a nearby rooftop.

"Are you sure this is the right decision? I still feel that he should be raised by his father." The man said.

"I trust my Guardians. He will be raised well." The woman said.

"And we will come for him before the end of his twelfth year?" He continued.

"Yes. Do not worry, this way he will be able to grow up without the threat of monsters."

"Very well." The man agreed reluctantly. "At least this way my brother will not be able to harm my son."

"And my newest Guardian, though he does not know it yet, will be taught responsibility and parenting skills." She added on.

"I still find it amusing that they assume you are male," he said with a chuckle, "Given your general hatred."

"Well, there is not much else I can do without revealing our existence." She said with a sigh.

"Thank you, Artemis. You have no idea how much this means to me," The man said to the Moon goddess sincerely.

"Your son will grow to be a true hero, Poseidon. All I ask is he not act as the other males of his kind do." Artemis replied.

Poseidon nodded to her and faded into a cool sea breeze.

Artemis just smiled, glad that her Uncle was one of the honorable gods on the council, and with a soft silver glow, vanished.


(A/N) okay. I am currently working on the next chapter of The New Avatar, if you wanna check that out, and I'll try to make it extra long just for you guys!

Ciao,

~MD5813