Disclaimer: I do not own either the amazing Pride and Prejudice or Percy Jackson. None of the characters are mine. I only own the plot.

There was a certain je ne sais quoi about the stately manor in Naples, California. It was tranquil, with a river flowing to the western side, and vineyards to the back. Horses grazed lazily in a paddock just to the left of the river. This peaceful setting belied the turmoil that was currently taking place within its hallowed halls.

"You can't do this Catherine! She made a mistake! It's not Sally's fault that he left her! She has nothing! You will condemn her to the streets!"

The shouting of furious women pierced the beauty. They were extremely angry voices, one in extreme disgust and resolve and the other angry and pleading. Two women stood facing each other, both red in the face. Behind a large oaken desk sat a woman who looked much older than her thirty years suggested. She had thin brown hair and sharp calculating blue eyes. She was glaring defiantly at the woman standing across from her. This woman was much younger; her thick locks fell just past her shoulders. Her eyes were the same shade as the other woman's; however, they were wreathed in laugh lines. At this moment though, her eyes were flashing with injustice and horror.

"I can do it, and I will! She has disgraced our family! She got pregnant before she was married! They were not even engaged! I am in charge of the funds our parents gave to her, and I say that she will not receive them!" The older woman, Catherine DeBourg, sat back with a haughty and condescending air. Her message was clear. My decision is final.

"You are making a grave mistake Catherine. Mark my words."

Anne Darcy stared at her older sister with shock and disgust, turning on her heel and leaving the room. Her mind racing wildly, How could Catherine do this, and to their younger sister no less! Yes, Sally had come home from her trip to Montauk with a surprise, she was pregnant, not married or even engaged, and the father had left them. Lost at sea she had said. It was not the ideal situation, but that was no reason to disown her.

Anne shook her head as she descended the grand spiral staircase and entered the large sitting room where her little sister sat patiently. Sally Fitzwilliam was an attractive girl, not yet 20. Her brown hair fell in soft curls around her face, while her hazel eyes seemed to constantly change color, flecks of blue and green sent shocks through her warm golden brown eyes. At the moment she was covering her stomach protectively with her arms and nervously chewing on her bottom lip.

Sally looked up with hopeful eyes as Anne entered the room, but upon seeing the dejected look on her favorite sister's face, all hope was erased from her eyes, instead replaced with sadness and a resolved determination.

"She refused to help didn't she." It was a statement not a question.

Anne sighed, tears starting to gather in her eyes. "I tried! But she won't see reason." Her voice cracked with the next sentence. "She says you have a week to get out, change your name, and never come back. Only then will she not publicly ruin you." It was a known fact in society that Catherine DeBourg was an obstinate woman who could never be persuaded to change her mind, ever.

"I suppose that that's better than I could have hoped for." Eyes watering she looked out the window to where Anne's son William was playing with his father, running through the gardens pretending that he was an knight in shining armor trying to kill the dragon, a part his father played extremely well. "He will sweep a girl off her feet one day" Sally thought fondly. Suddenly Sally's thoughts were diverted as she pictured the life that she was going to have to lead, and the life she would leave behind.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'll head to New York. I want to get as far away from Catherine as I possibly can"

"What will you change your name to?"

"Jackson, Sally Jackson. It has a nice ring to it, and no one can trace me back to our family."

Sally didn't have any money to call her own. And seeing as her sister was cutting her off from her inheritance; Sally was at a loss for what she was going to do. Her style of living was going to have to change drastically.

"I'll send you some money the first chance I get." Anne stated firmly. Sally was her favorite sister, and she would be damned if Catherine ruined her.

"No!" Sally interrupted, "I appreciate the thought. Truly I do, but I want to prove to Catherine that I can do this, and that I don't need our family's money in order to survive comfortably."

Silence settled on the two women then, broken when Anne quietly whispered, "I am going to miss you so much."

"And I will miss you. No matter what, we must stay in touch, even if it must be in secret."

The two sisters silently regarded each other and embraced tightly, only breaking apart as little William ran into the room.

William was the spitting image of his father strong jaw, perfectly kept black hair, and aristocratic features. The only thing he had inherited from his mother were the infamous Fitzwilliam blue eyes.

The boy in questions eyes gleamed as he exclaimed, "Aunt Sally! I heard that you are going to have a baby! Is it a boy or a girl!?" The excitement in his voice was evident as he started imploringly up at his favorite aunt.

"I think it's a boy," Sally stated resting her hand upon her stomach, looking up thoughtfully at the question.

"What will you name him?"

Sally sat and thought for a minute. Thinking of the stories her lover had told her, and the warning of what her son's future will bring. He will deserve a happy story.

"I think Perseus."

"You can't name him Perseus!" Sally's nephew said disturbed, "That's too long and weird. Percy sounds better."

Sally laughed at William's thoughtful face. "Percy Jackson. I think that fits perfectly."

As Sally felt a kick to her abdomen she smiled, "My little hero, Percy Jackson."

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