18th of June 2015

Zeus sat in a coffee shop in New York, he looked out at the bustling city. People walking through the streets briskly, teenagers glumly following their parents their eyes transfixed on the little screens on their phones. He took a sip of his coffee, he made a face of disapproval, he was definitely a tea person or maybe he was just a wine lover. The coffee shop door opened and in walked a tall man with jet black hair and sea green eyes.

"Perseus," called the god, disguised as a young handsome man, the twenty-two year old turned to face him with a slight look of confusion on his face. They didn't really have that uncle-nephew bond. He made a signal for Percy to sit on the chair next to him. He slowly sat down.

"Zeus… I didn't know you were a Starbucks fan," said the demigod

"I assure you, this is the worst thing I have drank in the past decade," Zeus replied sternly, sometimes he worried he always sounded demanding and thunderous. "What brings you to Manhattan, I thought you and Annabeth were happy in New Rome?"

"Coach called me to help him with a demigod he's got in England, uh, he thinks that it's a child of the big three…" Percy trailed off, not wanting to offend the god. They all seemed to be very touchy with these sorts of things. The god raised his eyebrow.

"And how old is this demigod?"

"Nearly thirteen, I think," The god brow furrowed, Percy could sense something was off. The child was probably his. Zeus stood up from his chair.

"I'm afraid Percy, I have buisness to attend to," and with that held out his hand to shake Percy's then waltzed out the shop throwing his cappuccino in the bin on the way.

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Percy hadn't thought much of his encounter with Zeus when he got on the Argos II to sail to London, the god was always preoccupied. If this child was Zeus's it had missed the prophecies and got to be out of harms way in Camp Half-Blood. It would be… interesting… if it was the child of Hades, another little Nico running around. He couldn't stop feeling in his gut that he might be jealous if it was another son or daughter of Poseidon. Maybe he didn't like sharing very much?

He sat in his cabin and got out his new iPhone, it had been an early birthday present from Annabeth, and began scrolling through his emails, which was the only thing he'd figured out how to do… The whole phone thing was still new to him. There was a know at the door and before he could say 'come in' Grover presented himself.

"Wow! I thought it was only going to be me and Coach,"

"Hazel and Frank are here too, I think Jason's coming too," said the satyr, looking around, he'd never been on the Argos II. Hazel ran into the room flinging her arms around Percy and Grover, Frank and Jason walked in afterwards laughing at the demigods and satyr.

"So why are we all here," quizzed Jason raising his eyebrow,

"To help with the demigod," replied Hazel with a look on her face that simply read, duh.

"I'd like to point out I didn't get a team of demigods to transport me back to Camp Half-blood," Jason said sitting down on Percy's bed. Percy's brow furrowed, Jason got on his nerves.

"Coach says she's the daughter of one of the big three," was Grover's answer.

"So she's a girl…" Hazel said with a small smile on her face. The boat began to move and the four demigods and two satyrs began their journey to London, England.

/

Zeus regretted telling his brother the second he did. Poseidon paced up and down the meeting room. They both knew this wasn't a huge problem but the humiliation was that all the other gods especially Athena would give them grief for maybe another decade. And then there was that small matter that neither of them knew who's it was.