Hey! This story has been bouncing around in my head for a while and I figured I may as well write it. We will see how it goes. Let me know if you like it, constructive criticism is welcome.

Sally Jackson had always had a strange life.

Her grandparents had been spies. They had met each other from their work and had fallen in love, effectively sealing the fates of the next three generations.

Her mother and her aunts and uncles had been trained by her grandparents for their own protection and they had trained their families for the same reason. She herself had been trained to protect herself from a young age. Her mother, who had followed her parents carrier choice, had been a spy and had met her father in a similar way that her grandparents had.

Then, when she was five, her parents had been killed on a mission and in her grief she had asked her uncle to continue training her as she followed in her parents footsteps.

She had graduated from High School, trained and ready to become a spy and join the SSA (the same organization her parents and grandparents had been in) and hopefully find the person who had killed her parents. Her uncle, who was a better trainer then he was an uncle, tried to tell her to forget about revenge. But it wasn't about revenge to her. It was about making a bad man die before he could hurt more families. Her uncle couldn't stop her, and when he died of cancer there was no one who could, as no one know about her training besides him. She had been all alone.

She had become a spy, quickly impressing everyone with her talents. She became known, a little too known. And when there was a threat on her life they sent her away to a safe house in Montauk until it was safe.

And then she had met Poseidon.

And she hadn't been alone anymore.

She found herself slowly loosing the drive to go back to her work. She found herself wanting to stay with him. She found herself loving him.

And it scared her.

And then she had found out she was pregnant.

She knew what that meant, that he would have to leave her and most likely never see her again. And she despised him for it. She told him anyway and he surprised her by offering her a underwater palace where she and their child would be safe.

And she knew what she had to do.

She told him no, she told him that she couldn't do that to him and that she loved him. She told him that they would be okay and not to worry. She told him not to watch out for them in fear that Zeus would discover their child.

But she never told him what she did for a living, what she had been trained to do since childhood.

Poseidon left and she stayed at the safe house. When she was cleared she handed her surprised boss her resignation letter and her gun, she told him she wanted out.

And she never looked back, despite never catching the person who had killed her parents. She had other responsibilities now.

She didn't, however, forget how to protect herself and knew that to protect her baby she would have to go to drastic measures. She married a man, Gabe Ugliano, who was disgusting enough to cover up the demigod scent her baby would give off. Then, when her baby was born and old enough she trained him, like her parents had done for her. Only she trained him harder, knowing there would be a time when this would save his life.

She told him what he needed to know of her past, and she told him very little about his father. She trained him in hand to hand combat and in weaponry. His Demigod status made it easier for him to learn and soon he was just as skilled as she was.

And that attracted unwanted attention.

When Percy was only twelve years old her former boss from SSA approached her. He gave her an offer, let them send Percy on a mission and he would pay them. She told him to go away before she put a bullet in his knee. Or possibly his head.

She never told Percy about the offer. She knew he would want to go if he found out, if only because the money they gave them was sure to be a lot and it would help them pay the bills.

That was the year Percy found out he was a Demigod and went on his first quest.

And she knew their life was never going to be the same again.

And unfortunately she was right.

The next year, when Percy was thirteen, her former boss came again offering a considerable amount of money to send Percy on a mission. She would have just sent him away again, she was fully intending to, only Percy had overheard their conversation.

He begged her to let him go, it would be a lot of money for them and he could take care of himself he argued. She said no and sent her boss forcibly away, and Percy stormed off to his room.

He went on another quest that year, without permission at that, and she knew she would not be able to keep him from danger anymore. But she could try.

When Percy was fourteen was the third time her former boss came to ask if Percy wanted to go on a mission. Only he didn't go to her. He waited until Percy was alone and asked him.

And he said yes.