Reunions: of mother and son bonding
Sally Jackson was utterly exhausted. Her son, Percy was away for a quest, AGAIN. Even her writing wasn't helping anymore and she was sleeping less and less, thinking about all possible horrible deaths her son might encounter, which were many. She definitely needed a cup of coffee, maybe Chiron or Poseidon or some other type of mythological schizophrenic would drop by to tell her something about Percy. As she put the mocha on the stove, someone rang the doorbell and she thought that maybe the old days of her premonitions had just returned, so, just in case, she grabbed the dagger Percy gave her, right before disappearing, thanks to Her Grace, the Queen of non-existent motherly figures and obnoxious cows.
Percy was anxious, but also afraid of going home. Anxious because since his call from Alaska he had wanted all this time to see his mother again, just as much he had to regain his memories and find Annabeth. Afraid because of what his mother would see in him. He had changed a lot, starting from his new tattoo of Camp Jupiter to the hunted look and nightmares from his trip to Tartarus. About that, he wasn't sure how to explain in a not-so-scary way his "fall, he didn't even know if someone had informed her. Anyway, he had arrived home. It was just as he remembered. A two stories house with white windowpanes and brick walls. Gaining courage at the sight, he fumbled looking in his pockets to find the long unused keys. He opened the door and flew to the stairs. Right in front of the Jackson-Blofis door, he stopped. Thinking that his mom could have a heart attack if he appeared at the door like that, he rang the doorbell and waited, shifting awkwardly on his feet.
Sally opened the door in a rush, dagger pointed high. There was a loud CLANG! She had dropped the weapon, but she didn't care, not even in the slightest tiny bit. In front of her stood Percy, her little baby boy. He had grown. He was a bit taller and a little more muscular, his hair had grown and his eyes… they were smiling shyly, in their beautiful shade of sea green, but with darkness behind it, just like the rocks underneath the water. It was still him though: he still had his sheepish grin and a stance that didn't quite fit for the leader of two meant-to-save-the-world wars. Her eyes shining with both joy and tears, she let out a piercing cry and hugged him tightly. Maybe too much tightly, but he hugged her back and cried in her shoulder, just like he used to when he had nightmares as a child.
When Percy saw his mom, everything else faded away and even more so when she hugged him fiercely after letting out a cry that would have made the arpies go green of jealousy. After months of playing the hero that cannot be broken for everyone's sake, he just let go. He cried like a child, but sometimes it was just refreshing. Both wiping away the tears, they looked at each other. His mother gave him a warm, knowing smile and said: "Come, I'll make you some blue chocolate chips cookies, then you MUST tell me what has been going on". Mouth-watering just at the thought, Percy laughed and followed his mom. He hadn't felt this good since the reunion with Annabeth at Camp Jupiter.