Chapter One

A/N This story is under major construction! It will have the same plotline, but a few things will be touched up and changed. I hope you will enjoy this new and improved version of Tell Me If There's Anything I Can Do!

(Percy's POV)

When I came home from work, I was greeted by the sounds of sobbing. Dropping my bags, I followed the noise through the hallway and into the living room. Oh, gods. Heidi was crying again.

She'd been doing this so much lately, what with losing the baby and all…the babies. It broke my heart to hear her cry as much as she did. She was my wife, my best friend; she was the love of my life and I sat next to her every day as she cried over our unborn children. And what could I do? I couldn't do anything at all. She fell into despair each and every gods forsaken day, and I watched.

We'd lost three together already over the past years, and two weeks ago, she'd found out she was three weeks pregnant. She was petrified, as was I, that another miscarriage would happen.

"Heidi…?" I asked, unsure of whether she would want to speak. She sat there, sobbing on the couch, her fiery red hair sticking to her wet cheeks. "Hide, talk to me." I said, slipping my arms around her waist. She grabbed onto me for dear life. She didn't talk, she just kept sobbing and sobbing and sobbing, ruining my white work shirt.

After a few minutes, she mumbled something like "The baby…I lost it."

I thought that this might happen again. I said nothing, but pulled her onto my lap as stroked her long hair soothingly. Her crying faded to whimpers and sniffles after a long time of silence and regaining her breath.

After a while, she spoke up. "The Nurse, she suggested something."

"What?" I asked her, curiously. She made her way off of my lap and to the other end of the couch, tucking her legs up under her.

She took a deep breath, closing her dark eyes. "She told me to stop trying. To get my tubes tied, or start taking the pill. She told me that if we prevented a child from conception, we wouldn't have to…to deal with the heartbreak anymore." Heidi shook her head sadly. "She said to get a surrogate if we really wanted kids."

I took her hand. "We could always adopt, right?" I said, trying to make her feel better.

"No, Percy. I want the child to be at least one of ours." She said, looking up at me. "I just want to know that my child will at least be mine by marriage." I sighed after she said this. She really didn't know what she was asking!

"That would be a lot of trouble," I said. "Plus, would you really want me to have kids with another woman?"

"No, I don't want that, but I want a family. I want a real family." She said.

"Okay…this might be awkward for me, though," I said, causing her to laugh a little. She sniffled and gave me a sad smile.

She hugged me and whispered,"Thank you, Percy. I love you," she said.

"I love you, too." I told her, kissing her softly. "But who do you want to be the mother? Brittany? She's your best friend, I'm sure she would at least consider it."

"I want you to chose." She smiled as she ran her fingers lightly through my hair. "I'm going to go take a nap. Is that okay? I've had a long day." I nodded and she walked away.

As soon as she turned away, I cringed. "Damn, how am I going to ask to do this?"

I shook my head, going for a walk.

-:-

(Annabeth's POV)

I clutched my cell phone and yelled into it. "What the actual fuck, Rachel? Now? You want me to drive over to Camp Half Blood and pick up Connor Stoll's child? Get someone else to do it! No, no, I love Connor—Rachel! I have the biggest business appointment of my life in forty minutes! It's my one chance to design a new portion of the Art Museum in—I know you care, Rachel, and I care about Connor, too, but if I don't show then my career as an architect goes down the drain. I'm sorry, Rachel. Please, try Clarisse! Someone else! I am so sorry! I have to go, Rachel, I'm about to cross the street. Yeah, I owe you big time. I love you too, Rach."

I shut my eyes angrily, groaning in annoyance. Of course she wanted me to do her a favor the day I couldn't! I shook my head. She'd find someone. What was important was that I got to the bus stop and made it to the meeting—a meeting thirty five minutes away, and I had forty to be there.

I paid no attention to the street crossing sign as I clicked the lock button on my phone. Just as I was about to step out onto the street, a pair of hands grabbed me and pulled me back roughly. I screamed and dropped my phone, and turned to hit my attacker, when a loud honk came as a car rounded the corner and I stumbled over my own feet. Falling atop the man, I let out an "Oof!" as the wind was knocked out of me as we tumbled to the ground.

I looked up and saw a familiar pair of green eyes. "Percy?" I asked. I scrambled off of him, and helped him to his feet. He laughed and grabbed my cell phone, and handed it back to me.

"Hey, Wise Girl," He said. I hugged him tightly, missing his strong arms.

"What have you been doing, Mr. Big shot? How's the Marine Biology coming?" I asked him as I released my hold on him.

He smiled widely. "It's great! Though the fish pester me sometimes." I laughed and smiled back at him. "And you? How's the architecture going? Hopefully you've done as well as you did on Olympus."

I smiled back at him, tucking a loose strand from my hair behind my ear. "It's fine, actually—I have a meeting in forty minutes to design some new editions onto a few different museums," I told him, proudly. Then it dawned on me. Forty minutes! But I couldn't leave him so soon…Small talk would suffice. "How's Heidi? I haven't seen her in about nine years. She well?"

He shrugged. "She's not. We've just had our fourth miscarriage…it's been pretty rough."

I shot a look of sympathy. "I'm so sorry, Percy." I looked down at the ground. A lot had happened since we'd broken up—and obviously, I'd had no idea what more heartbreak he had been going through.

"It's going to be okay. We're planning to get a surrogate soon. We're ready for kids, and she's accepted that she just can't have them." He said, tucking his hands in his pockets.

"I'm very glad for you, then! I'm sure you'll get one in no time. I'm sorry; I have to go, but hey, why don't we go out to lunch tomorrow? I have the day off. You?" I asked him.

He nodded. "Yeah. Catching up sounds great. What time?"

"Eleven-ish? I'll meet you…" I turned. Panera, right behind us. "Here"

He smiled. "Alright, see you tomorrow, Annabeth."

-:-

(Thalia's POV)

I sat in my apartment; well, Annabeth's apartment, really. I had just graduated college two years ago, and am still trying to get a permanent job. You're probably wondering: Why is Thalia older? Shouldn't she be a huntress? Well, let's just say I 'fell in love'. Love…love…waste of time. Wish I were still a Huntress. I fell in love with a son of Apollo, Brian, but apparently he was with another girl. So, I wasted immortality for nothing. At the moment, I was twenty-four, Annabeth was thirty, and Nico, the sort of cousin of mine who was constantly trying to get in my pants, was twenty eight. Annabeth was kind enough to let me bunk in her living room for the past six years. We're best friends, so it doesn't bother her. I still looked the same, the electric blue eyes; the black hair. She still looked the same, the blonde hair and gray eyes and everything was as it should be. Accept she was technically older now.

Speak of the devil, and she will appear. Annabeth came through the door, throwing her purse on the table. "What do you want for dinner, Thals?" She called out, walking to the kitchen.

I followed her into the small room. Annabeth was smiling; I assumed her meeting went well. "Anything's fine. But tacos would be nice!" I told her, grinning. "So, how was the meeting?"

"Oh, I'll figure out tomorrow how it went. But I think I did well!" She said, opening the junk drawer. "Taco Bell okay? I have to run out anyway, I'll pick you up a Doritos Loco Taco if you'd like."

I nodded. "That's fine! Hey, what do you have to do?"

"First of all, I have to take a shower. After that, I'm going to call Percy and find out where he lives and then go over to his place—he and his wife are going through hard times and I need to ask if I can help them."

"Wait, why do you have to go help them?" I asked her.

"Heidi had a miscarriage," Annabeth said.

I stayed silent, not knowing what to say. I nodded, though, and grabbed a bag of chips from the counter. Annabeth laughed. "Hey, no eating those! I'm getting you a taco soon, chill out!" She snatched the bag from me and shooed me off. "Go watch Supernatural or something."

I smiled. "Fine by me! Go get your shower, I'll come with you tonight. I kinda miss my little cuz."

-:-

(Heidi's POV)

I sat on the couch, watching Letters to Juliet with Percy beside me. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "I'll get it," Percy said, kissing my forehead. He opened the door and there were two women standing there. One, I remembered as Annabeth, Percy's ex-girlfriend and old best friend. The other was Thalia, and the only reason I recognized her was because she was that Goth girl at our wedding who demanded "Better music, like Green Day or something,"

I rolled my eyes. I didn't particularly like Thalia, or Annabeth, seeing as she broke Percy's heart ten years ago. They both hugged Percy and he invited them in. Annabeth came over to me with a sad smile on her face. She held out her hand, which I took, and she gripped it softly, giving me a sad look. "I'm sorry, Heidi. I ran into Percy today and found out. I know we hardly know each other, but I do want to help you and Percy, in any way I can,"

"Thank you, Annabeth." I sighed. Thalia said nothing, but looked at me with pity.

"Hey, we just wanted to stop over and say that if there's anything we can do, please, just let us know." Annabeth said.

"Thank you, but I don't think we can do anything at this point," I said.

But what I didn't know is that these two girls would both play very important roles in my life.

A/N: Hopefully, you enjoyed it. I will be fixing up the rest of the chapters as well!

I don't own PJO, HoO, Supernatural, Panera, or anything else mentioned in Italics.

I love feedback almost as much as Aphrodite loves love!

~Annie