ATTENTION: THIS IS THE SEQUEL TO MY STORY "The Big Three Parents"

I do not own Percy Jackson.

Heartless

Chapter 1: The Morning After

Percy

The next morning I woke up, still nestled in the warmth of the blankets with my head against Poseidon's chest. I looked up to see my father's eyes closed, he was asleep. Not wanting to disturb him, I tried to slide out of the blankets without moving enough for him to notice. It didn't work. I nearly fell onto the floor. A pair of strong arms wrapped around my middle just before I tumbled to the ground, pulling me back onto the bed.

"Careful, Perseus," my father chuckled. "You could hurt yourself," he smiled as I blushed. I could obviously go up against the Titan Kronos himself but I couldn't manage to get out of the bed without collapsing in the floor.

"Good morning, father," I said with a little laugh.

"Good morning, Percy," Poseidon sat up and yawned. "Are you alright?" His words were full of concern, as if he was a real father. "You were really upset last night."

"I'm fine," I muttered, slightly embarrassed. I acted like a total wimp. Was it that bad? I wondered as I thought back to the night before.

The thunder had been extremely loud, roaring and growling as the lightning flashed dangerously close to the camp. I had been trying to sleep but I couldn't. My body was shaking and I was crying like a child. The deaths I saw the days before, even the deaths I saw long before then came back to me all at once. I had seen Luke stab himself, heard his agonizing screams once more. The Princess Andromeda exploded, Beckendorf was forever gone. Silena lay lifelessly before Clarisse. It was horrible. I saw the Satyr Lineus, Daedalus, Nakamura, and Castor.

After that I saw my mother die in Paul's arms. Juniper was crying over Grover's body in the forest. Tyson was nothing but a pile of dust. Rachel was dead. Thalia and Nico were struggling for their lives. And Annabeth, her death was the worst. The dagger in her stomach, it horrified me. She reached out for me, calling for me, her seaweed brain to help her, to save her.

Then my father came, shocking me when his arms suddenly wrapped around me. I hadn't heard him enter. He pulled me close and rocked me like a baby, comforting me whispering, "Shh. It's alright Percy. It's me, your father."

I had gasped as I met his eyes, the same green color of mine. "Dad," I had said, burying my face in his chest as Poseidon stroked my hair, holding me close as he slid on the bed.

My father had called me brave. He had told me I was safe as he wrapped me inside blankets as I shivered. Poseidon told me it was alright to cry, I'd been through a lot. Somehow, maybe I had gone hysterical or crazy from seeing war. Was that possible? Somehow, I told him that I love him. It didn't make sense, my father was nicer than most of the gods, all of them actually in my opinion. But since when did he ever care this much about me? Did he deserve to be called dad? I lay against him, sobbing as he stroked my hair and rubbed my back. Though I felt like a pathetic wimp, I was glad he was here. I was happy to finally have a dad.

Then he had shocked me. Poseidon had told me he loved me too. He said I was brave and heroic. Did he really mean it? My father kissed the top of my head and ruffled my hair, telling me, "You are the best son anyone could ever ask for."

"Percy, you can tell me anything," Poseidon told me, still concerned for me, his son. I nodded, looking down but he grabbed my chin so I looked into his eyes. "It's going to be alright, my son. Just think, in only two years you'll be eighteen. Perhaps you will go on to college and even marry someday, giving me some grandchildren." I knew I had blushed deep red at his next statement, "Don't you like that girl of Athena's." He said the goddess of wisdom's name with disgust. "Annabeth is her name, right?"

"Yes," I murmured as my father laughed loudly.

"Do you think Chiron would mind if I hung out here for the day?" Poseidon asked. "I haven't been the best father, Percy. So if you want, I would like to spend more time with you."

I looked up at him, stunned. As far as I knew no god ever went this far to act like a parent. Poseidon really did love me. He really did want me as a son. Most of the gods basically ignored all their children, but my father actually wanted to be around me.

"Really?" I asked eagerly and my father laughed.

"Of course Perseus," he answered with a grin. "I know it doesn't seem like it, but I hope that in time you will learn that us gods do truly care for our children."

I smiled as my dad spoke, "Come on Percy. Let's go down to the beach for a while until breakfast."

Hades

I have to admit that I was really hurt when Nico told me he thought I didn't love him. Nico actually believed I hated him as a son. Why did I ever say I'd wished he was dead instead of Bianca? Every word, every single word that my son had told me was partially true. It wasn't that I didn't love him, I really loved my son despite what anyone believed and I'd do anything to mend our relationship. But he had a point. Nico told me I hated him like my father had hated me. Was I that bad?

Last night in Persephone's garden I had told Nico everything he wanted to know about his mother. I answered question he asked me. He cried a little about his mother's and Bianca's death. I never knew that he blamed himself so much. How could I not have known? How could I not have seen that deep inside he really wanted me there for him?

Nico was really upset. I tried everything I could to calm him down. Suddenly I wished I had paid more attention to Poseidon when he comforted our little sisters. I held Nico in my arms like a child as he cried but whenever I would hug him or try to whisper words of comfort he would push me away or yell at me. I'd never seen either of my sisters, not even Demeter push away from comfort. Finally I got Nico to relax enough for me to hold him. He sobbed into my shoulder while I held him. It was late at night when he finally cried himself to sleep.

I had carried him to his room, tucking him in his blankets and kissing his head. For the first time I actually felt like a father.

I smiled as Nico sauntered in for breakfast. He wore the same clothes he'd fallen asleep in. His dark hair was ruffled and looked as if he hadn't brushed it, which he probably hadn't, bags hung underneath his reddened eyes. I desperately hoped he wouldn't get angry today when I told him what I planned on doing.

Slumping into a chair he muttered, "Morning, father."

"Good morning Nico," I said with an unusual amount of joyfulness than I typically had in the morning. I lay a bowl of cereal as breakfast in front of him and with a mumbled thanks he dug in. "Are you alright, you were really upset last night?" Nico looked up at me with a hardened expression.

"I'm fine, father," he growled.

"Alright then," I said simply, jamming a bunch of the wheat cereal my horrible sister Demeter had left for us in my mouth. Barely swallowing, I spoke, "I was thinking about what you had said last night." His eyes stayed on his food, absentmindedly swirling his spoon around the bowl. I sighed when he didn't speak. "After I told you about my relationship with my brothers and sisters you told me that someday I might mend that relationship. So I then thought, why not now?"

"What are you talking about?" Nico finally spoke, his mouth full of cereal, a few crumbs falling out as he spoke.

I grimaced, "Chew with your mouth closed." He swallowed. "I think I want to start speaking with my siblings more often, or at least my brothers. My sisters are all imbeciles," I added. "And if I am speaking with my brothers, why shouldn't you have a relationship with them as well? They are, if we gods did have DNA, your uncles."

Nico took a sip of water. "So you want to hang out with your brothers and you want me there?" I nodded and Nico looked uneasy, though he had a happy look at his next words. "Could Percy and Thalia be there as well, if I have to be with my uncles then you should be with your niece and nephew?"

"Alright," I sighed. This was going to be harder than I thought.

Poseidon

My son and I were having a great time on the beach nearby Camp Half-Blood. We were swimming and talking, bonding like a real father and son should. I couldn't believe my brother Zeus would even dare interrupt it. After all he was with his daughter! If it was alright for him to establish a relationship with his child it should be fine for me. But unfortunately that wasn't what he wanted to talk about. If it was it might have been easier.

Iris messages were so annoying, they just appear without warning! I told Percy to go back to camp, his friends would probably be wondering where he was anyway. After promising him I would come back soon he finally reluctantly left the water, entirely dry. My son was powerful, no wonder Zeus wanted to make him immortal.

"What do you want, brother?" My voice was impatient as I glared at Zeus, noticing he wasn't alone. His daughter, Thalia as well as Hades and his son were just behind him. This confused me. Hades rarely showed himself at Olympus and I doubt his son hadn't set foot anywhere near Mount Olympus before the war.

"Call your son back," Zeus said, an annoyed expression on his face. "Come to Olympus and bring him here."

"Why?" I shouted but his image was gone and I was shouting to a bunch of confused dolphins. I sighed, rushing towards the camp, where I could see my son just meeting up to a blonde girl and a satyr.