AN- Once again, no idea where this came from. I was just looking at Hermes' long, long list of domains and then BAM! May be continued in future. Edited 22/2/13. Or 2/22/13, depending on where you live.

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I was prepared to hate you the moment I saw you Percy Jackson. I even prepared for it, coming up from behind while you gazed at the stars from the beach. Lying there on a blanket, a can of coke in your hand- you were so obviously Poseidon's son I can't believe anyone ever doubted it.

I did my best to push my own feelings aside- you were the best option of saving most of my children, even if you would be the one to destroy my Luke. Or would he destroy you, little godling? Sometimes I doubt May's visions. I doubt that my son will ever become the hero the fates have decreed he will. And I doubt that you will make the right choice- and in making the wrong one, completely destroy my boy.

As I moved closer, it hit me. A single thread of familiarity, almost completely drowned out by the ocean's power. If not for the fact I didn't have time, I would have stopped right there and gawked. How could it be? Why hadn't anyone realised? Did you even know?

Given the circumstances, I'm amazed I got through that conversation as easily as I did. You startled easily- but I'm sure you'll grow out of that, if you get the chance. It took you a while to realize who I was- surprising, given George and Martha. You were in my cabin at least three days kiddo, but I suppose the Caduceus looks different as a cell phone antenna. I'll let you off lightly this time.

Finally, you were off to save the Camp. And I had a moment to completely panic.

How did Poseidon not notice his paramour was of Roman blood? Of Mercury's blood? Of MY blood?

Does it effect you, Percy Jackson? It's so faint, I doubt it has taken hold of you yet. Yet as you grow, it will too. Maybe you'll feel the urge to grab a few extra things while shopping, or maybe you'll just find yourself excelling in sports, and possibly trash talking in Latin. Mercury is my Roman side afterall- strange that you should be his, and not of Hermes.

But if it does effect you? Maybe you often find a way to make some extra cash during the school year, or you'll learn you can sense magical barriers- or maybe you have a gift for reading maps. I'm more than a thief or a messenger Percy, I'm also a god of roads, athletics, language, boundary stones and livestock. I have more domains than are useful to my children- but sometimes they crop up in legacies. Like your mother.

I doubt your mother knows either. She could, but I don't know. I don't know anything about your mother Percy Jackson, or else I'd have known about you. Does she enjoy running? Most of my legacies do, except apparently you. I blame Poseidon- none of his ilk are quick on land. Is she quick to make a profit off her enemies? Cunning? Does she write? Most people forget my domain extends beyond thieves and messengers, but a few of my descendants have found the gift of words. Most of them ended up shopkeepers- part of being the God of Commerce, among all those other things.

Or farmers. But given that you're from New York, I doubt that's what she inherited from me. Maybe she doesn't have anything, not even the ability to find trouble in an empty room. But I hope she got a little something, a way to protect herself and you- even if she doesn't know her own heritage. Even if she never knows it's all that spared you from a God's hatred. After all, how can I hate you? You're mine.

And I don't want Luke to destoy you anymore than I want you to destoy him.