Arthur Sol

This is sort of a prequel to my story, Percy Jackson. It's about how Tommy's (an OC in Percy Jackson) parents, Apollo and Jennifer Smith met. I hope you like it!

Jennifer's POV

Today has been a long day in my office. I'm a dentist, and I have a lot of patients today. I love my job, but sometimes I just get tired of walking to every separate room to visit each patient. Today has been interesting, nonetheless. I had to pull a tooth, whiten someone's teeth, replace a filling, tell someone they had a cavity, and encounter a child who screams every time you put your fingers near her mouth. I was relieved when I was told that I was on my last patient of the day.

"Arthur Sol is waiting for his checkup, Dr. Smith," my receptionist, Samantha, told me.

"Thank you, Sam," I call her Sam because it is so much less of a mouthful than Samantha. When I walked into the little room, I saw a very attractive man sitting in the chair.

He had sandy blonde hair and deep brown eyes. His tan was perfectly even, as if it wasn't real. But it had something about it that just screamed, 'this tan is not a fake tan!' He looked about twenty-one, which was how old I was. Yeah, yeah; I'm a young dentist. What can I say? I'm smart!

Anyway, I hated it when I got crushes on my patients, because it was so unprofessional! I don't think I'm even allowed to date a patient, "So, Mr. Sol, you are here for your checkup, correct? Is there anything about your mouth that is bothering you?" I asked.

"Call me Arthur. Yes, I'm here for my checkup, and no, my mouth isn't bothering me," he answered. When he opened his mouth to speak, I saw his teeth. They were pearly white! His teeth were so white they could have blinded me like the sun. He either takes good care of his teeth or he just got them whitened, "By the way, strawberry blonde hair suits you perfectly," he told me. Is he trying to flirt? I blushed, and he flashed his wonderful smile. I fingered a strawberry blonde lock of my hair.

I sat on the chair next to his reclining chair and pressed the button to lean him back. As soon as he was back far enough, I instructed, "Open your mouth please," and he did as I asked. He had the best dental hygiene I have ever seen! I had no idea what to do with his mouth but give it a quick check to make sure there was no plaque.

"Well, Arthur; your clean mouth just made my day!" I told him.

"Thank you, Dr. Smith. If you don't mind me asking, what is your first name?" he asked.

Without thinking, I told him, "Jennifer."

"How appropriate," he said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"A pretty name for a pretty woman," now I'm positive he's flirting.

I blushed again. He is kind of cute, "Well, Arthur, your checkup is complete. You may leave now." He got up and walked out the door. I followed.

There was a woman with auburn hair and strange silvery-yellow eyes waiting for him. She was absolutely beautiful, and I was afraid that he was married. She glared at him as he walked up. He greeted her, "Hey sis!" She's his sister!

All she did was glare at him. What is her problem? She told him something in a low voice, but it was loud enough for me to know she was speaking another language. This language I was not familiar with. I was fluent in English, Spanish, and French. I had planned to travel the world, so I learned these languages. But I ended up staying right in the US, so no world traveling for me. I still remember the languages though, and this one was neither. I think it was Greek!

"Arthur, would you like to schedule your next appointment?" I asked him. He smiled at me.

"Yes please, Dr. Smith. Can I call you Jenny?" he asked me. The last person to call me Jenny was my father, and he died last year. The thought brought tears to my eyes, but I held them back.

"I prefer to be addressed as Dr. Smith from my patients, at least in the office. If you were to see me outside of the office, you may," I informed him. He walked over to Sam to schedule his next appointment. His sister came up to me.

"Please do not waste your time falling for him. He will break your heart, and I hate seeing that in strong women like yourself," she told me. What the heck?

"Um…okay? Who are you?" I asked her.

"I am Aristaeus's fraternal twin sister, Atlanta. You call him Arthur, so you may call me Alana or Ali. We despise our first names," Alana told me. That was odd. Why didn't she just say, 'Alana, Arthur's twin'? I still have a little crush on Arthur despite his sister's warnings.