(A/N: So I came up with this idea a while ago because I love the Kick-Ass comics and the Percy Jackson series. I noticed how similar Mindy and Annabeth are so I wanted to try out this story. So yeah. I hope you enjoy the story and please review and let me know what you think. It motivates me to write more and updates will come quicker:).)

Dear Daddy

I've decided to write to you because I really miss you. You promised I would not be alone, that you wouldn't leave me. But I feel like you have. Like I'm alone. I miss you daddy. Marcus says you've gone to a safe place where no one can hurt you but I'm not an idiot. I know you're dead. I know that the bad guy Frank was after you. You didn't want him to hurt me daddy. So you killed yourself so he wouldn't do it and I wouldn't have to watch you get killed. I still train everyday daddy. But its not the same without you here.

I got sent to the counselor today in school daddy because I drew a picture of how I found you when they told me to draw my family. I didn't know what to draw for mommy. Marcus told me she died like you. He was so mad when he saw what I drew in class. Daddy, why was he mad? I was only drawing what my family looks like now.

I feel so broken, daddy. I don't know what to do. I barely know Marcus, and he could never replace you in any way. He's nice- he keeps me safe and takes care of me, but he's not you. He will never be you, and I will never stop missing you, daddy. I can promise you that much.

I don't know what to say now. I guess I'll keep writing sometime later, but for now, I'm done. I love you daddy.

-Mindy-

Hit-Girl's diary (age 5)

Daddy promised me he wouldn't leave me. Marcus said he went to a safe place called heaven but I won't be able to see him for a long time. I feel like he's left me though. When I found him he was on his bed, he was very white and cold. These little things that looked like candies were in his hands and he wouldn't wake up. I was so scared. I knew I'd never be able to see him again. The feeling was there, the feeling that everything was about to change.

Mindy's POV

I hide the journal under my pillow as Marcus comes in. He gives me a sad smile as he walks closer. "You doing okay, Min?" he gently asks as he sits on the foot of my bed.

"I miss daddy," I whisper as I get under my covers.

"I know Min," Marcus says as he ruffles my hair. "It's going to get better. I promise, cross my heart and hope to die."

He kisses my forehead and leaves me in my room to think. I wait about an hour, when I know for sure Marcus is asleep I quietly get out of bed and leave my room. I walk to daddy's room and shut the door quietly. I know Marcus isn't telling me something about his death.

I look under daddy's bed and find a box, filled with a bunch of papers. I open the box and look through the papers. Water bills, electrical bills, and letters to a woman named Athena. I open on of the letters and read:

Dear Athena,

Mindy is beautiful. I know she's not mine and I should probably try to find her real family but even though its only been a month since I've found her, I love her. She was on the park bench for an hour. The man who left her there had another baby, he got a phone call and walked off with the other baby. But when he left, he asked me to watch his baby, the one on the park bench. I agreed and waited an hour. Then I got a call from Marcus and I had to leave, I couldn't leave her there so I took her. She's beautiful. Blonde hair, green eyes. The man told me that her mom's name was Athena and his name is Fredrick, so I did my research and found you. Athena the goddess of wisdom. And I found my little Mindy is a demi-god.

Please contact me Athena, I would like to chat.

-Damon

I toss it aside, not caring what it means. Then I find another paper, there's a little girl. She looks about my age. She has the same curly blonde hair, but her eyes are grey. She looks a lot like me. I look at the back of the picture. When was this taken? The date on it says that it was taken about a month ago. There's only one other word underneath the date, written out in pretty cursive handwriting.

Annabeth

Who's Annabeth? I think, looking through everything in the box. That letter made me feel so lost, confused, and curious. I need to find everything I can about Annabeth, Athena, and Fredrick. Who are they?

I find more pictures of the girl that looks like me, with the grey eyes. There's one picture that looks like it was taken before the one that I just found. The girl with the grey eyes is smiling, leaning over a cake with orange flowers on it made of frosting. She's missing two teeth, from what I can see in her smile. The candle on the cake is a big blue 5. I look at the date on that picture. Oh my God. The date is MY birthday. Is this me? Am I just forgetting parts of my earlier years? I'm so confused.

Finally, I find another letter. The only thing that it says on the envelope is, "To Marcus."

I rip it open.

Dear Marcus,

If you've found this letter that means that I am dead. By the time you've found this, I hope Mindy's old enough to understand everything I need you to tell her in this letter. There are things in this letter that you don't know, that may surprise you. Please, try to understand this.

Mindy isn't my daughter, or my dead wife's. She's really a demi-god, the daughter of the Goddess Athena and a man named Fredrick chase. I took Mindy home with me one day because her real father left her on a park bench. I had no other choice. It was either that, or Mindy would have died or been taken. I'm sure Fredrick is still looking desperately for her. Try to find him, for Mindy. She deserves a family.

She has a sister, her name is Annabeth Chase, and she's Mindy's age. I believe she's still living with Fredrick and has no idea about Mindy, just as Mindy has no clue that she has a sister out there somewhere.

I have no clue where her mother is. She's a Goddess. I'm no expert on that, but it's obvious she's not here on earth. Maybe it would be better if you didn't tell Mindy about how she can never really have a relationship with her real mother.

Try to understand. Tell Mindy EVERYTHING that I've told you. And, please, help her somehow to make a connection with her real family, her father, sister, and (maybe someday) her mother.

-Damon

Just as I read daddy's signature the door opens. I rush to throw everything back into the box but I'm too late. Marcus scowls at me with disappointment and sadness in his eyes.

"Min, you're supposed to be asleep, what are you doing?" he asks, his eyes scanning the papers that are scattered all over the floor.

I hand him the letter and rush out of daddy's room, processing all of the information I just found. I hop into my bed before Marcus can scold me and fall asleep dreaming about my real family.

Annabeth's POV

"Daddy," I whisper, tears streaming down my face. "Can I sleep with you? I had a bad dream."

I clutch my stuffed owl harder as I stand in the doorway of my dad and stepmothers room. I see him give me a small smile as he gets out of his bed.

He takes my hand and leads me back to my room. He tucks me back into my bed and sits on the wing of the owl on my blanket. "Annabeth," he finally says. "What was your dream about?"

"Spiders," I whisper, as more tears began to fall down my face. "They were everywhere, eating my arms and invading my room. Please can I sleep with you daddy? I'm scared their going to get me."

Daddy slips into my bed next to me and protectively puts his arm around me. He wipes the tears off of my cheeks and says, "Its okay Annie. There's no spiders, I promise."

"Can you stay with me tonight?" I beg.

He nods and kisses my forehead. I snuggle up next to him and say, "Daddy, can you tell me a bedtime story?"

"Once upon a time, there was two babies with a man in a park. They were beautiful babies, twins. But the man had to get home because there was a small fire and he couldn't get there fast with both of his babies. So he left one of them with a man. The man promised he would watch the man's baby. So he left to go check on the fire. He came back an hour and thirty minutes later but the man and the baby were gone. He searched and searched for his lost baby but could not find her," I hear daddy say. I began to dose off but I can still hear his words even though they are muffled. "And to this day he lives with only one of his baby. He hasn't given up hope on finding the other one, but he's pretty sure she's dead, or safe with that other man who kidnapped her." Daddy's voice soothes me to sleep.

I dream about one of the babies. She looks like me, with curly blonde hair, expect her eyes are green and bright. She's in the park, like the park daddy was talking about. She could be three or four years old. The man she's with smiles as he watches her play on the playground, but he's looking around the park. I don't know what the man is looking for, but I can tell it's important. After a while, he sighs and it's time for them both to go home. The man looks sad, like he couldn't find who or what he was looking for. He's happy, too, though. He's proud of the little girl, you can see it in his eyes. The little girl smiles up at him and grabs his hand, her little hand tiny in his. I watch them as they walk away, but the image starts to fade, dissolving into thin air. There's only a noise. No, not a noise, a word.

I wake up with her name in my mouth.

"Mindy."

Daddy looks at me, his eyes wide. "What did you say?" He demands, his voice raising. I lean back a little, his voice startling me.

"Daddy, what's wrong? I just said Mindy. Her name...her name is Mindy, daddy!" I exclaim, remembering. Daddy looks at me weird again.

"Annabeth, how do you know that name? Who told you that name, Annabeth?!" He shouts, shaking me. Tears well up in my eyes.

"Daddy, stop! I just heard it in my dream!" I say, my voice breaking. Just as that happens I hear a voice coming from outside of my room.

"Fredrick, breakfast is ready!" My stepmother's voice calls. Daddy releases me and says he's sorry, that he didn't mean to shake me or startle me. I nod and daddy leaves my room, saying that we'll talk later. But I don't want to talk later. I want to talk now, about the two babies, and the one that was named Mindy. I feel as if I'm connected to them somehow.

I clutch my owl tighter and remember how daddy had that crazed look in his eyes. It really scared me and I'm not sure if I want to talk with him about it at all. Tears start to fall and I wipe them immediately. Crying shows weakness and I'm not weak. I will be brave and find out about Mindy.

"Daddy!" I call.