Hi guys! This is my second fanfic. I don't own Percy Jackson, or any of its characters. If I did, my name would be Rick, and I would live in San Antonio. But, I don't, so…. Yyeeaahh. Let's begin!!

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Annabeth leaned back and sighed. The last 27 hours had been the longest and most painful in her life, but it had been worth it. So worth it. Athena smiled at her daughter and patted her hand. Annabeth gave it a squeeze and looked over at her husband. Percy was totally immersed in the pink bundle in his arms. He looked up, his green eyes shining.

"Annie," he mumbled. "She's-"

"Beautiful?" Poseidon suggested, standing behind his son and placing a weathered hand on his shoulder. Percy shook his head and looked down at his daughter.

"Doesn't even describe it." He murmured, gently stroking her cheek. Annabeth smiled. The door of the hospital room opened and Rachel Dare and Apollo walked in.

"Let me see my goddaughter." Rachel said, rushing over too Percy and holding out her arms. He unwillingly handed over his little girl.

"You're so beautiful," she cooed. "And you've got your father's eyes." She started rocking her back and forth. "Have you chosen a name?"

The happy parents looked at each other and Annabeth nodded.

"Brooke. Brooke Selena." The Oracle nodded and returned to admiring the baby. "Where's Grover?" Percy asked, handing Annabeth a glass of water.

"At your place." Apollo said, giving his uncle a pat on the back. "He must be exhausted. It's not easy managing four little boys, you know." He added, grinning. Athena pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"And the others?" she asked.

"The others are hanging on Olympus," Rachel said. "They sent us to get an update. Artemis and Thalia are becoming impatient. You know how they get." The Jacksons nodded. Percy reached out his arms to take Brooke back. "Daddy's little girl, I see." Rachel joked handing her to Annabeth instead.

Annabeth looked down at her daughter and smiled. She did have Percy's eyes. She stared into the beautiful sea green eyes she had fallen in love with so many years before when Rachel gasped. Looking up, Annabeth saw Rachel's blank eyes staring at her, and as she spoke, it sounded as though dozens of Rachels were speaking all at once.

"A brook, so delicate and frail

Must go on a quest she cannot fail

Doomed to relive pain of her mother's past

Ending it with the breath that will be her last."

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Annabeth gasped and sat up in cold sweat, her baggy t-shirt clung to her skin. She was breathing heavily, tears stung her eyes. Percy sat up abruptly and reached under his pillow, where he kept his sword, Riptide. Before he could pull the pen cap off, Annabeth grabbed his wrist. He looked up his eyes fierce. But when he saw the look on Annabeth's face, his eyes softened. He flicked on the light and turned to her.

"Annie." He whispered, wrapping his arms around her. "What's wrong?"

"That dream. That stupid dream." She sobbed. "As if living it once wasn't bad enough."

"It's been thirteen years." Percy reminded her. "And she's in her room, sleeping. It's okay."

"No, it's not." Annabeth said, pulling herself out of his arms and swinging her feet out of the bed. "It's been thirteen years, and she doesn't know who she is! I can't put up with this charade anymore Percy! We're hiding half our life from her! How we met, who her family is; it's all a lie. I can't lie to her anymore."

"You're going to have to Wise Girl." Percy sighed. They had gone over this before, why doesn't she get it? "We keep the Olympians out of her life, she lives. Simple as that."

"But it's wrong!" she cried, pacing the room now. "Don't you remember how you felt? Always being the outsider, but not understanding why. That's what Brooke's going through now. Her brothers are going to Camp Half-Blood every summer, leaving her here. She's begged me to go, but I have to tell her no! Why? Because her father won't let her!"

"Brooke's safe here." Percy insisted.

"She's safe at camp." Annabeth snapped. "She has Chirion and the campers. All your half-siblings are there. They would do anything for her. Plus, wouldn't you feel better if she knew how to protect herself?"

Percy was now on his feet.

"She is not going." His voice was firm. "That's final, Annabeth. She lives if the gods stay out of her life. That's how it's going to stay here with me."

"You're smothering her. That's what's going to hurt her, Percy. You won't let her fly." Annabeth sighed, getting back into bed. She pulled the covers up to her chin. She was still a little shaken from the dream. Why her baby girl? Her little baby.

"She's not supposed to fly." Percy mumbled. He also got back in bed and turned off the light. "She's of the sea." Annabeth rolled her eyes. He's so stubborn. He is holding Brooke back, restraining her from her full potential. She could be so much and more. But her father was blind. The prophesy had scared him. He was too protective.

That was going to be her doom.

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