Summary: You know when life gets you down remember that you aren't a child of one of the most powerful gods in all of the Greek mythology, you aren't being hunted down by monsters and gods, and everyone isn't pining after your twin brother, Percy Jackson. Welcome to my life, fate's favorite chew toy

Morally ambiguous! OFC! Semi SI! Twin! Other pantheons included Possible godly/half-blood pairings in the future, and unrequited love because I love those.


Disclaimer: I do not own PJO/HoO/anything except the OC(S)


And here we go again

With all the things we did

And now I'm wondering

Just who would I have been

-"Here We Go Again" Paramore


She never had siblings before. But she always wanted one.

She would wonder what it would be like, what they would be like. Would they be older or younger? Would they look like her or she them? Would they have gotten along with one another or would they have some demented sibling rivalry?

She didn't know what it would've been like, and she thought she never would. As they say, you can't miss what you never had. Well until one day, you find yourself with a brand new family with a bubbling brother included.

In one life, before this one, she had been a single child with a loving father and mother. They even had a Persian cat named Leo but of course, no brother or sister.

It actually made a lot of sense as to why she could see her brand new brother as her own family but not her new parents, with him it was very much, 'blood of my blood', an actual sibling and not some replacement. A course like most people who seem to be reborn in that SI fanfiction that pops up like daisies on the internet, those stories she used to read about, well she got attached.

To be fair her new mother literally pushed her out of her uterus (not to mention clothed, washed, and feed her until she could function on her own) and her brand new all shiny dad? While he was certainly something different. Gifting your children weapons for their fifth birthday wasn't the smartest thing especially if they were normal children. Luckily (or perhaps not so luckily) for him neither her nor her brother was normal.

You see, she wasn't always named Atalanta Jackson. Once upon a time, she was once called Anna Jones. A.J in both lives, pretty ironic wasn't it? One common last name for another, a charming thought she kept to herself.

Humorously, people just called her 'Ana' which was a symbolize of home even if it is just out of convenience. But to her, it connected her to her past, made her feel truly herself, and sometimes, just sometimes when she heard 'Ana' she almost forgot this was her second life and not her first.

However, just because she went along with her the nickname, it didn't stop it from hurting just a little, even years later, it still ached. Before this life, she had been a happy 19-year-old just entering college with her life spread out before her. And as cliche, as it sounds, it all changed one day, the day she died.

She felt as if her life became a cosmic joke because who could've thought that someone who drowns in one life would be reborn as a half-blood of the sea god the next?

There wasn't much to recall that night, due to the drunken haze she was in on the cruise ship. What she did know was she hit the water and everything went dark. But it hadn't lasted long as the next thing she felt was a pressured, cramped, and sticky feeling all at once, crushing down on her.

But her body and voice remained immobile and all around was darkness, intense fear coursed through her. It was only moments later when she could hear faint beeping sounds and cries of relief as the harsh pressure encompassing her form disappeared, instead, however, being replaced with the chilling cold.

She didn't know what was happening around her except for the fast-paced and hurried movement of people. She barely connected the dots until she heard a woman, a nurse she presumed, speak.

"Would you like to hold your daughter too?"

She had squirmed around in what she later realized were hands that carried her. A baby? Here? She had thought to herself curiously, and scared, it made no sense to her. However, it did hit her once she felt her body moving between the first pair of hands to the new ones.

"Well, aren't you a little surprise my beautiful daughter." Came a voice above her, belonging to the one holding her close. It was soft and gentle and her whole being became filled with a warm glow. But something was off, why would a stranger call her their daughter unless….

She had stilled at that moment. Daughter? Her? But- but how? She couldn't be-

"Would you like us to contact the father Ms. Jackson?"

"It's alright, I will let him know soon, but thank you."

"Of course. Have you thought of names yet?"

"Atalanta Jackson" the woman above her, presumably 'Ms. Jackson' stated firmly.

At the time she barely was able to fathom everything that was happening. And in all honesty, she didn't even know if this was some stressful fucked up dream, and gods knew had had some. Especially after the frequent long nights reading fanfiction where one would dream of tailed beasts, Winchesters, vampires, and dragon queens, so it was that dumb to assume this was one.

Then there was the name Jackson.

Jackson was a common name fair enough and besides the most well known Jackson she knew of was Michael Jackson. There wasn't really a quick connect as to where exactly she was, for all she knew she had simply been reincarnated into her own world as a baby named after a greek woman. If people had named kids names Hashtag, Selfie, and cardinal directions, she simply had a less eccentric name.

It sounded silly true, but there had been, in her younger years, a time where she read tons of fan-written works as well as books that used names of popular characters in their story so truthfully it wasn't too far fetched that she didn't realize it. If she had been reborn with the name 'Sakura', 'Hermione', or 'Isabella' her thoughts would've fallen under the assumption that her parents were merely very big fans and leave it at that. Course, she did, however very promptly realize exactly where and who she was reborn into and at the same time, knew the life and death situations she would be facing in the imminent future.

"And my son, Perseus Jackson."

It had been that moment when she knew, the universe hated her. But as she would remind herself, it could've been worse, could have been Twilight.


A/N: What another fanfiction? Well yes, it is. I have so many fanfictions, from Twilight, VD, True Blood, HP, Naruto, even a few video games, that I've started/have several chapters for that I'll just be uploading ever so often. Originally I had written the entire first 10 chapters in the first person, but after realizing it made no sense, rewrote/edited it all into the third person, so if I missed an "I" or "My" apologies!


Edited/Revised: 6/9/2019