Heyo. I created this account back in 2011, and since I'm bored and this was kind of fun, I'm re-writing the crap fic I made The Kid That Was Not Meant To Be Born. I will make some major plot changes to shit that's shitty, but you know, the basic plot remains - Zeus is a dick and their kid is in danger, blah-blah-blah.

This is a cool writing experiment for me, and I'm not going to update often, but I will try and make it as IC and complete as possible.

I hope anyone who put me on their author alert over the past three years can enjoy this.

Driving home through the traffic, I was jumpy and nervous. Despite the constant pulse of happiness that had surged through me for months on end after receiving the news that my wife was pregnant, I had a constant foreboding sense that something would go wrong. We were demigods. It was practically encoded in our DNA to have difficult lives.

I entered my home, noticing absence of silence. An unfamiliar sound filled my ears - Annabeth was laughing. I ran to the kitchen, the source of the holy noise, so that I could see what could be making her oh-so happy.

A bit of background - most girls generally loved being pregnant (apparently) and most dads loved having their significant other pregnant (apparently). Unfortunately, since Annabeth and I weren't the average "yay-we're-having-a-child" parents and more the "oh-good-gods-we're-having-a-child-who-could-prematurely-die-because-of-strong-godly-DNA" ones, we had been reluctantly enthusiastic about the kid. Annabeth had hated everything about the pregnancy - no sword-fighting, constant cravings, cramps, pain, and morning sickness. We were attacked so often, we had to call Leo to forge a steel door instead of the regular wooden ones.

Our neighbours thought we were nuts.

I saw Annabeth, staring at her laptop screen, her eyes scanning every word. A toothy smile was plastered on her face, and her hair was tied back in a tight ponytail to keep her curls out of her tan face, which glowed, making her look more beautiful than any goddess I'd ever seen. Her work papers were strewn over the kitchen table, which meant that she had been too distracted to hide them from me (as if I didn't know she worked despite me telling her a thousand times that she was stressing herself out).

"Annabeth?" I called tentatively. Anything could set her off these days. The amount of days I had been kicked out of our bedroom and degraded to the couch had significantly increased since I married her.

"Percy?" she said, turning. Her smile remained, and her stormy grey eyes sparked in the harsh fluorescent light of the kitchen.

At least she was in a good mood.

"Hey, 'nnabeth," I said, planting a kiss on her cheek as I set down my bag. "What's got you so happy?"

"The doctor sent me the sex..."

"And?" I breathed, my world spinning. "What is it?"

"It's a boy."

"A boy?" I said, dazed, as I sat down next to her. A goofy smile stretched on my face, exaggerating my features, especially my slightly crooked teeth (which were often overlooked by everyone except my mother, bless her for trying to get me braces when we could afford them).

She grabbed my hand, and gently placed it on her stomach. "A boy," she said, smiling.

"What is he going to be named?" I said, already feeling panic. I knew now that this could be no dream, this was reality. "We can't make it embarrassing - being bullied and a demigod? If they're a boy then I have to be the one to give them "the talk", and I hardly know anything about that shit anyway. What if I give him poisoned food? Holy shit, Annabeth, this is going to be so hard-"

My rambling was cut of by her hand, slapping my face. "Shut up, would you? We're going to be great parents," she said, rubbing her temple. Annabeth tended to get headaches often, especially when she received news about the child. "Now, get us some tequila and we can come up with drunk names for the kid."

"You're pregnant, you can't have that kind of stuff."

She grunted. "Then get yourself some vodka, and me some water, and we can do shitty-name-drinking-game - every name that the other hates, a shit is taken. You dig?" she said, getting the shot glasses. I grinned, and grabbed the drink for my self and gave her some tea instead of the requested water. Mixing up vodka and water would be a poor mistake.

So we started our little half-drinking game.

It was when the name "Jackson" came from my mouth that I was incomprehensibly drunk and Annabeth was nearly pissing herself with laughter.

Robert

Benedict

Tom

Martin

David

Matt

Zachary

Rory.

I had a dream that night, and I knew I was having this nightmare regardless of the hangover I was going to get, but the being drunk bit was sure helping.

I was in the middle of the throne room, large and grand, the size of the gods, which was an unnatural feeling - normally I was ant-sized in comparison to the their grandesque figures.

It was a meeting, clearly. Heated insults were being thrown between the gods that hated each other, other gods sitting, irritable, as they listened to their extended family acting like dicks.

Zeus snapped, being one of the irritable-sitters for once, and yelled, "Enough!"

All yelling ceased, and tense silence put a barricade between all gods, redirecting their vision to the impeccably powerful figure that was Zeus.

"Today, we speak about the increasingly worrying issue that arises - that child of Athena and Poseidon's children, Percy and Annabeth," he began. I felt confused - what about our kid? What could possibly interest the gods about our son? "We are lucky neither are present - the conflict would surely create a third world-war," he sighed.

"My lord, neither have spoken to one another since the pregnancy was announced, surely they would just continue to ignore each other?" Aphrodite said, raising an eyebrow.

"Unfortunately, that is not the case. The conflict wouldn't be between them, but rather a combined force against us. The reckless power of the ocean and the wisdom of the battle strategist - who has seen us strategize for three millennia? That is not a war I want to fight," Zeus said, reluctantly admitting his brother's power as the sea. Mortals could comprehend the sky, sure, it was open and free, but they knew more of Mars' surface than the ocean floor and its depths.

"But, my love, why would you kill both Annabeth and the child?" Hera asked. "It would only bring your brother against you. It would not be wise-"

"Hera, I see your meaning, I do, but we have no choice. There is a prophecy tied to that child. It will either destroy Olympus or be its Savior. I do not want that risk on our shoulders."

"That wasn't what the prophecy said, father," Apollo said. "There was no mention of an 'either/or' situation. The prophecy was:

"Reckless born to reckless sea and bright and stable mind,
Brings only light but only dark with the constant tick of time,
Reckless live or reckless die, Olympus will stand still,
But reckless dies and the King will fall with chill.
Reckless child with stable mind and power beyond reach,
Must be guided to the light before darkness is unleashed.
A destroyer and a savior will rest in reckless soul,
Curse unleashed will bring only grudges old."

Th sound of the prophecy being spoken only filled me with fear. The ever familiar sound of prophecy was discomforting. I wanted to scream that I didn't understand why my child was important, but I knew, I always knew that he would be. Of course he would be. He was Annabeth's child. He was my child. He would be the most important soul on the planet.

The Olympian council was silent, and Apollo took this as a queue to continue. "It says 'reckless' will be both a savior and a destroyer, but we don't know what to. We have to keep him alive."

"We need to make sure his allegiances lie with Olympus. We all agree that Percy Jackson will instill that no matter what, the gods are worth fighting for, yes?"

All the gods nodded in unison.

"We need to make sure that he's giving motivation to fight for Olympus. For vengeance."

Suddenly, the olympian council realized just how serious Zeus was getting into this. "You can't!" cried Aphrodite. "Have you no heart?"

Suddenly, he glared at Aphrodite and his eyes turned bright white, a hot flash that made the gods wince, but only for a moment. "His death will bring pain, and it will cause grief, but it is necessary. He must die."

I wanted to run up to Zeus and run him through with my sword - he was talking about killing someone for the prospect of protecting Olympus. He wasn't going to kill just anyone, though, he'd kill my son.

"It is final, he said, on the eve of his child's twelfth year, Percy Jackson will be attacked by an enemy he cannot defeat. It will look like a monster attack," he said.

"It will be a monster attack, you idiotic fool," Hera hissed, angry with Zeus, but powerless against him.

"Silence!" he commanded, before continuing. "His son will be given motivation to defend Olympus in his father's name. There will be no victorious destroyer."

"Father, the prophecy said that if the curse is unleashed-" Apollo began.

"-A grudge will unfold," he finished. "But only if Poseidon realizes that I killed his son."

"Then we'll tell him it was you," Dionysus grunted, flipping a page through the magazine of wines. "Easy-peasy."

"You wouldn't dare," he said coolly. He was right. No one would. Not if they had to face his wrath.

After a moment's silence, Zeus finished. "It is final. Percy Jackson will die on the eve of his son's twelfth. There will only be a savior, and no destroyer against Olympus."

And with that, my gut-wrenching dream faded.

If you think I wouldn't stoop to naming their child after Rory The Roman, then you are so very wrong.

Also I have a headcanon that their kid would be a boy. If you don't like it, then suck it, it won't make a difference to the story, mate.

Movie recommendation: Hugo. Just, Hugo.

Or Rise of the Guardians, whatever suits you.

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