PJO Fanfiction
PG13 for swearing, blood and gore, depression, and death
I own nothing except for the story plot; Rick Riordan owns all the characters and past storylines.
Main Pairing: Percy & Annabeth, Percy & OC (past)
Summary: He's all he has left, his only family. His son's life means more than anything to him. He's lost too many, he just wants to sit back and enjoy the time with his son. He just wants to enjoy his life, free from distractions, but he gets more than he bargains for.
Chapter 1: New Sitter
Percy's POV:
"Daddy? Can we get a puppy dog?" Christopher asked tugging on my pant leg with a cute pout on his face. I sighed and scooped the little boy up into my arms. I kissed him on the cheek, which he then wiped off and gave it back to me. "Please? Please, Daddy?" He asked. "Bud, you know the drill. The house is too small for a doggy. Plus we don't have a yard." I said putting him down on the couch. I unzipped my jacket and hung it up, kicking my worn shoes off. I put Toy Story 2 into the DVD player and started the movie. While the previews were rolling, I walked into the kitchen and started boiling some water. "Why don't we move to the forestf, then? Then we'd have a yard, for itf to play in." "Well, I'll think about it, but if we do move, that means we can't visit Toby." "Oh." He was silent for a moment, perhaps thinking. "Well then we could just take him wif us." "I wish we could, Christopher. But he has family here; he'd miss his mommy and daddy." "Don'tf forgetf Mac!" He said eagerly. "Mac? Who's this Mac? Is he the friendly monster in Toby's closet?" I said with a smile. He tilted his head in confusion at my humor. "Never mind that, so who is this Mac?" I asked curiously. "Mac's their new dog. He goes 'Meow Meow'." He imitated. "Oh, you mean a kitty cat?" I asked. "No. Mac is a dog." He says sternly. I rolled my eyes and nodded my head. I poured in the last of the cream into my coffee. I added that to my mental shopping list. I sat down by my son placing a cup of apple juice and a plate of animal crackers on the coffee table in front of him. Christopher was involved with the movie; even if he had seen it 73 times, but who's counting? I pulled him into a side hug, noticing he was shivering. "Cold?" I whispered. He shrugged, nodding. I nodded, standing up to go fetch a blanket. I walked into his bedroom and grabbed a blanket off the top of his bed. I went back and sat down draping the blanket over his shoulders. I leaned back in the couch and shut my eyes. It had been a long day at work.
I woke up to frantic poking. "What?" I said grumbling poking him back. He giggled and then handed me the phone. "Hello?" I said groggily. "Hey, Mister Jackson, it's Hannah. I'm afraid I'm going to have to cancel watching Christopher tomorrow night. I had ah...a family issue pop up out of nowhere." Hannah, a cheerful blonde said. "Oh. Oh, no that's fine." I said, swallowing. "I'm sorry for any inconvenience this may have caused. I'm sure I could get Wendy to cover the shift for you if you need me to. She's free this weekend." "Oh, yeah, that'd be nice. But, uh, let me check with a friend, I'll call you back later, okay?" I asked. "Sure, again sorry about this." Hannah apologized. "It's fine." I said, shooting a smile to my son. "Whaf's wrong daddy?" He asked me after I hung up. "Hannah just can't come today; she was just calling in to tell me." I said smiling down at him. "Oh. Is Sydney coming then?" He asked hopefully. I shook my head sadly. "No, sorry bud, she moved back to Austin, to be with her fiancé Todd. You remember Todd don't you?" I asked. He shrugged and took another bite of his cookies. "He's the one who gave you the Buzz Lightyear pajamas last year." "Oh!" He said brightening visibly. "I remember him now." I shook my head at his adorableness. "Come on, let's go get some McNuggets." I said grabbing his jacket and putting it on him. I slipped my shoes on and walked out of the small apartment locking the door behind me.
"Tell her what you want," I said nudging Christopher up to the counter. He looked up at the cashier shyly. "Can I please have a 6 piece chicken McNuggetfs with a side of apples and chocolate milk?" He mumbled. "Sure, so a 6 piece chicken McNuggets kid's meal with a side of apples and a chocolate milk. Is that all for you, sir?" The waitress, Ashley, asked Christopher. He just blushed and shook his head, reaching up and placing a five dollar bill on the counter. She took it and gave him the change and receipt back. I grabbed his hand and lead him to a booth. I looked down at the number of the order, 43, as order number 39 was called out. While we were waiting, I asked him about school. He flushed as I asked him who he sat by today at lunch. "Why are you red?" I asked expecting a smart ass answer. "Sunburn?" He asked. I laughed and shook my head. "Is she pretty?" I asked dying for details. His blush spread up from his neck to the tip of his ears. He hung his head in embarrassment, and nodded. I chuckled. "Good for her," I said smiling before stealing one of his chicken McNuggets. "Hey!" He exclaimed.
"Thanks for coming! It was nice seeing you!" I yelled out the door towards the retreating figures. "Bye!" Todd shouted and waved. I shut the door and collapsed in the couch. "Sheesh, eight years old already. What am I going to do with you?" I asked the boy. He smiled and shrugged. "What's your favorite present so far?" I asked. "Probably the Netflix account Uncle Todd set up." He said grinning. "Wait," his grin sliding off," so far?" "Yeah, so far," I said. "What is it?" He asked growing in excitement. "I don't know. What could it be?" I asked feigning confusion. "Da-ad," he whined. "Wha-at?" I mimicked. He huffed and crossed his arms with a sigh. "Come on. Get in the car and we'll go." "Really? Like, now?" I nodded. "Is Annabeth coming? Can she come? Please?" He begged. I rolled my eyes and relented. I threw his hoodie at him and pulled out my personal cell phone. I texted Annabeth to get ready for the surprise, and started the car, waiting for Christopher. He came running out with a huge grin on his face. He tugged his sleeves up, just to have them fall back down. He was gripping a letter that had a scrawl of writing on the front. He ripped it open, his eyes darting back and forth, squinting occasionally. While he had improved his speech and reading since he was younger, it didn't get rid of the dyslexia. His grin grew bigger as he read on. "What's it say?" I asked leaning over to glance at the letter. He blushed and positioned himself so where I couldn't read it. I turned my attention back to the road, sighing at the New York traffic. I ran my hands through my hair as I got stopped by yet another red light.
"Why do I have to wear this again?" Christopher asked for the hundredth time, gesturing towards the blindfold wrapped tightly against his face. "Because if you see where we're going it won't be a surprise." I answered stiffly. Annabeth smacked my shoulder and gave me a stern glance. I glared at her and turned back to the road, scanning the familiar street.
(I don't own Buzz Lightyear. So Christopher is five in the beginning of the chapter, and he has trouble pronouncing his 't's', so that's where the 'tf''s come from. He is quite mature at times, especially when he's with Percy. Yes, I do know how to spell McNuggets without an 'f' in it. By the way, I don't own or share a profit from McDonalds, otherwise I'd be rich.)
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