A/N: If you recognize it, I don't own it.

Council Room, Mount Olympus

3rd person POV

The council room of Olympus was filled with noise as 14 gods and goddesses gathered. The goddess of wisdom, Athena had called for the Olympians to help with an experiment of hers, and so they all came. In the room were the six children of Kronos and Rhea, Hestia, Hera, Demeter, Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades. And then there were the rest of the Olympians, Ares, Apollo, Artemis, Hephaestus, Aphrodite, Hermes, Dionysus, and Athena herself. As all of the Olympians gathered in the council room, they saw Athena standing in front of a basin. "Why have you called us all here, Athena?" Apollo asked, looking serious for once, and mildly concerned. "For an experiment." She said, prompting all of the gods and goddesses to gather around the basin as well. "What is the experiment, and why do you need our help?" Zeus asked while the others simply resigned themselves to helping with it. "I was wondering if it was possible to create a stronger strain of ichor. It takes nearly nothing from all of you, as it's a fairly simple request that I have." She said, trailing off to look at the others gathered. Sighing, Poseidon asked what they were all thinking. "What is it you need, Athena?" He asked, giving a deadpan look to his rival.

The goddess in question shifted nervously on her feet. It was a truly simple request, but it was quite unheard of, and she was unsure if it would come off as offensive. "I want to combine all of our ichor to see if it creates a stronger strain. All it requires is just a little bit of ichor from all of us, and then I can take a sample to examine it back to my palace." She explained. The other 13 deities looked at each other, seeing that no one actually showed any adverse opinions. Truthfully, they were curious as well, now that it had been brought up. After seeing that everyone seemed to be fine with it, Zeus turned to his daughter and nodded. "We can do that. It is, admittedly a good question as to if combined ichor is stronger than normal." He said, as Ares pulled one of the many knives he had out and made a cut across his palm without even flinching before passing the knife off. Soon all 14 had given themselves a cut across the hand and waited on Athena's word to drip the ichor into the basin. Looking to make sure they were all ready, Athena nodded. "Now." She said simply and all of them turned their hands palms down over the basin, ichor dripping into it.

They watched as the ichor met in the middle of the basin, and Athena turned to grab a vial to collect the mixed ichor in when a bright flash came from inside the basin. Everyone turned their heads in shock at the unexpected event as the light died down. A sudden noise, however, caused everyone to pause, before Hera sprung back towards the basin. Looking down into it, she gave a shocked gasp. "By the Fates! There is a child in here!" She cried, prompting everyone to rush back to the basin just in time to watch Hera lift a crying baby girl from inside the basin. "How is this possible?" Hermes breathed out, staring at the crying infant in shock. "I, I don't know. But the ichor is no longer present in the basin." Athena said, glancing down inside the basin for a brief moment, as if checking for another child. "Hera, as goddess of motherhood, you can determine the child's parents, can you not?" Hestia asked softly as her sister calmed the baby. Hera nodded at her sister, who was for once, not in the form of a nine year old, rather an 18 year old. "I can, but you will all have to give me a moment." She said, before staring intently at the child. "My word!" She exclaimed a moment later, clearly shocked.

Zeus rushed forward, worried about his wife. "What is it?" Hades asked, before anyone else could. "This child was created from the mixed ichor. She is the child of us all, the daughter of the Olympians." Hera breathed, staring at the baby girl, their baby girl in shock. Everyone stared in stunned silence at the baby that they had all unknowingly created. "Well don't just hog her! Let us have a turn holding our child!" Aphrodite exclaimed a few minutes later, breaking the silence as she reached for the baby. Hera however, handed the child off to Apollo, before gaining a face of utter seriousness. "Aphrodite, you need to go get clothes for the child. Demeter, go and find suitable baby food. Hephaestus can you make a crib for the baby? We need to make sure the child is taken care of first and foremost, then we need to name her. Athena, if you can, try to figure out how this happened after the child is named. She's the child of us all, we must all come up with a name we can agree on." She said. The ones mentioned nodded before quickly rushing off to do their task.

Nodding in satisfaction, Hera turned to her two brothers. "Hades, Poseidon, you two must go and inform your wives of what has occurred with the experiment. Bring them here if you must, just make sure they know of what has happened and that the baby is not to be harmed under any circumstances!" She ordered, prompting the two gods to quickly flash to their homes to inform their wives. Turning once more, prepared to bark out more orders, she paused at the sight before her. Apollo was cradling the daughter of them all close to his chest, with Hermes, Ares, and Dionysus leaning to get a better look at the baby girl, all of them with awed looks on their faces. "Boys? Care to share what has you looking like that?" She asked softly, drawing Artemis' attention to the boys. They looked up at being addressed, and Apollo turned, seeing the attention he had. "She fell asleep in my arms. None of us have ever held our children like this, it's amazing." He whispered, glancing back down at the, indeed sleeping, baby girl. Artemis smiled softly at her twin, happy to see him like this. She knew how much he hated the law preventing gods and goddesses from being a part of their demigod children's lives.

While it was no secret that Apollo was one of the biggest players on Olympus, not many knew that he adored children and loved being a father. Being a father was also Ares, Hephaestus, and Dionysus' secret guilty pleasures, Artemis knew. Apollo suddenly looked up, to see his twin looking adoringly at the little girl in his arms and smiled knowingly. While they fought all the time, the twins were actually very close, and so Artemis told him a secret that was only known to the two of them. She had told him once that, while she enjoyed being a virgin goddess, she longed to be a mother. It was to be expected, he guessed, with her being the goddess of childbirth, a rather ironic title for a VIRGIN goddess. He also knew that she considered all the girls in his sister's group of hunters her daughters, the closest she could get to having children, but now that Athena's experiment had caused the creation of a child, Artemis would be thrilled to finally have a child. Stepping toward his awed twin, he ignored his step-mother's brilliant smile, he gently held the sleeping baby out to his sister. "Hey, sis. Wanna hold your first child?" He asked, knowing that he would not be receiving the customary slap and indignation with the nickname for once.

Artemis slowly reached forward, almost hesitant, but eventually took the baby girl carefully in her arms. She stared, awestruck, at the little girl, her little girl in her arms not noticing her twin and half-brothers move away. She had lost track of how long she stood there, staring in awe at her daughter when the others flashed back in. Aphrodite bounced over and gently took the baby from a begrudging Artemis before taking her back over to the basin and turning it over. Laying the baby down, she unwrapped the blanket that the baby had been wrapped up in at some point and put the baby girl in a diaper and a light blue onesie. Hephaestus had taken the crib he had made into the next room, so that the baby could sleep peacefully while they all tried to come up with a name for her. He knew it would turn into an argument, if not an all out fight since nothing was ever a unanimous decision with the Olympians. Sighing, he quickly set up the crib for his daughter, smiling slightly at the thought. The crib may have been rushed, but it was still a work of art, made of imperial gold. He would have nothing less than the best for the miracle child of the Olympians.

Quickly finishing with setting up the crib, the God of Forges took a step back to admire his work for once. The golden crib gleamed in the light of the room, the soft baby mattress that Aphrodite had grabbed and handed to him with a bag full of stuff to go in the crib fit perfectly. A blanket laid inside waiting for the baby girl to keep warm, while little plushes laid at the head of the crib just under the ornately engraved symbol of the Olympians, the only embellishment Hephaestus had time to create. Nodding in satisfaction, he left the room back to the council room to see everyone fawning over the baby girl that he just knew had all of them wrapped around her little finger and didn't even know it yet. "The crib is set up, and ready for our little princess." He stated, walking forward to gaze down at the daughter they had all unwittingly created. She was sleeping, which he was glad for as she had been crying when he had left to make her crib, but she was still unbelievably beautiful. Hestia, who was now holding the baby nodded at him with a thankful smile and moved past the crowd of Olympians to put their daughter to bed, pausing to take in the work her nephew had done.

The crib their daughter was to sleep in was beautiful and simple. She knew it was only simple because it had been rushed, otherwise it would be more elaborate, but the rushed crib was truly stunning in it's simplicity. She knew though, that as soon as a name was chosen for their miracle daughter, Hephaestus would make a new crib with their daughter's name engraved in ornate script along with symbols for all 14 of her parents. As it was, Aphrodite had gotten plushes of things that could symbolize her parents that had been placed innocently underneath the engraving of the Olympian symbol. Knowing she couldn't put the inevitable arguing off, Hestia sighed, placed a kiss on the baby's head, and laid her down gently in the crib, covering her with the blanket before heading out to the impending mayhem.