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Hey, all, this is my first ever fanfic, and I figured that I should give one of my favorite series of all times a shot. I'll be trying to make all the characters as in character as possible, but there will inevitably be kinks I need to work out. Regardless, I hope you enjoy the story, and review so I can get a feel for what people think about it. Don't flame, please, but constructive criticism is always welcome.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, and never will. If I did, Nico would be named the God of Mythomagic, and smite all the nonbelievers. See why I don't own it now?

Chapter One: I Get Reminded That I'm a Seaweed Brain

I was never a morning person. Not when I was a kid, and not now. Especially not after I stayed up until two in the morning last night watching a Yankee game that got called off because of a rain delay. Worst part? They lost.

Now, I'll just set the scene, to give a little insight about what's going on here. Imagine me, on my bed, a full grown man, with my wife Annabeth looming over me, knee pressed into the 'soft spot' on my back. I've gone up against tons of monsters, faced off with Ares, and even took down Kronos. This though? I won't get into the details, but my kids were wondering later on why they thought they heard a five year old girl screaming in our room.

''You still drool when you sleep, by the way,'' Annabeth said to me, as she left me alone in our room, moaning complaints until she shut the door. Whenever the alarm failed, and she couldn't do it nicely, this was what it came to. Every day for the entire time we've been living together. I actually sort of wondered if Annabeth just did it because of some ingrained instinct that being a daughter of Athena gave her...Even though Dad was trying to make the relationship between our two divine parents a little less strained, Athena wasn't buying into it. Not that I was surprised, but it was still a little disturbing to know that you've got two of the immortals ready to snap your neck.

I came down to breakfast in my own little world. Annabeth smirked at me from across the table, and I banged my head against it, wondering why in Hades she was such a genius.

''Come on, Seaweed Brain. Perk up! We're taking the kids to camp today!''

I made eye contact, and she actually seemed pretty pleased with herself. Why? Well, most likely because our youngest, Chelsea, was basically claimed by Athena when the goddess herself came to her last birthday party.

Oh, right. You need to know the kids. There's Jason, and he's basically my carbon copy. He's pretty tall, with scraggly black hair, and sea green eyes. My Dad had 'dibs' on him from the second he turned thirteen. He's fifteen now. My other son, Alex (Ajax, really, but who wants that name growing up?) has blond hair, gray eyes, and is Annabeth's tag team partner in any given argument. He's fourteen, and could out debate me from the moment he could talk. Wise Girl taught him well.

Chelsea is the baby of the family (At 13), and is a Daddy's girl. The only reason I mention this is because I figured she was all set to make the score 2 to 1 in Poseidon's favor, but then Athena had to come and be all, like, 'You're a daughter of Athena, blah, blah, blah, and you're gonna' be wise, blah, blah, blah.'

Don't tell her I thought that, though. She'd have no problem wiping me off the face of the earth.

''Yo, dad!'' Alex called, waving his hand in front of my face.

''Hm? What 'chu need?'' I asked, still groggy. Even the temptation that the pancakes on my plate provided me wasn't enough to jar me out of wanting more rest.

''Jason is still in bed, you know. We don't want Chiron to be waiting! We have to go now!''

There was more after that; Much more, in fact. I just didn't listen, because being punctual is not a Jackson family tradition. It soon dawned on me after a few weeks of dating, though, that it was a Chase family tradition.

I marched up the stairs like a good little boy, and knocked on Jason's door. See, we have this nice house in the city now, and I teach Latin, so I'm only a few blocks from my job. Now, you're probably thinking about why in the world a dyslexic kid with ADHD ended up a professor. Six letters; C-H-I-R-O-N. He manipulated the board of education officials into thinking I was a trained professional. So, if you ever meet one of my early students, and ever feel the need to ask them to speak Latin, don't. But back to Chiron, because he was the root of this problem. He so kindly suggested that I take up the role to allow opportunities to search out new half-bloods. Ten years teaching there, and I've only ever got one. She was a daughter of Aphrodite, and was in Jason's grade, unfortunately. He didn't take my class, thank the Gods, but I had her carted off to camp before she could say 'Where's my lipstick?'

Again, don't tell Aphrodite I was thinking this stuff. It's not good for my personal life, ya' know?

No response from my son as of yet, so I did the responsible thing. I marched in real quiet, and looked around. Sure enough, there was a glass of water on his bedside stand. I know what you're thinking. You're probably saying, 'Oh, so he poured it on his head?' No. Wrong. I don't do that. No, I make it much more awesome, because Poseidon's my Dad. I didn't even have to walk near him. I just willed the water to come out of the glass, chilled it with my mind, and dumped it on his head. Five seconds later, I was being chased out of my son's room by Jason himself. If looks could kill (Excluding one very scary snake lady, they can't) I'd have dropped dead.

''You. Are. A. Complete-'' I cut him off by putting my hands up defensively.

''Hey, think about it like this. You don't have to take a shower today, because I made it look like you already did.''

''Touche,'' was the only response I got, as my son shook his hair out, deciding that it would be best if he didn't make the water leave his hair instantly, to sate his mother. Speaking of which...

I ran down the stairs, passing my son, and reentered the kitchen to one of Annabeth's famous rants about her new plans for the world's architecture to Alex, who was listening with rapt attention. Sneaking up behind her slowly, I grabbed her from under her arms, and held her a few inches off the ground, arms wrapped tight around her stomach.

''Let me go, Seaweed Brain!''

''Say the magic words, Honey!'' I taunted back, tickling her lightly, leaving her in fits of giggles. My two children currently in the kitchen averted their eyes, blushing. It always amazed me how I act less mature than they do. I mean, I probably shouldn't be acting like a lovesick puppy at almost forty, but it was always fun. And, despite their protests, I had to put on a show for the kids' sakes. I turned my wife of eighteen years around, and kissed her on the lips, getting an immediate returning of the gesture.

Jason walked in at that very moment, looked once at us, once at his younger siblings, and blurted out, ''look close, kids. This is how babies are made,'' before he strolled right back out of the kitchen, cackling to himself.

''Not that you'd know!'' I yelled back, breaking the kiss, and letting my wife down.

''You are such an immature idiot sometimes!'' Annabeth yelled, slapping me on the chest playfully.

''But I'm your idiot,'' I responded, winking.

''Oh, Gods, Percy. Some days, I wish I could strangle you,'' She replied, embracing me tightly. Alex and Chelsea left the room at that, heading for the front door.

''We'll be in the car when you're ready to leave,'' she called behind her as she strolled away, in a sing-song tone.

''Time to go, Honey,'' she said, breaking away as she grabbed the car keys.

''But I wanted to drive!'' I whined, but she was already heading out the door.

A/N

Well, there's the first chapter. I just needed to set the stage, a little bit. The plot will kick in eventually, but not for a little bit. Oh, and for the sake of the story, imagine that they're both about thirty eight, ok? Please tell me what you think, and if there are any glaring errors, don't hesitate to point them out. I tried not to edit Percy or Annabeth's character too much with age, because I can't really see either of them acting any different. If anyone else has any perspectives, don't hesitate to add a thought! That's all for now, people!