A/N: Hello~ou! Chapter 2 of Hidden Heritage! I have so much fun writing this story and you were all so supportive. The reviews were so amazing, thank you so much, guys! I hope you all like this chapter too!

Hidden Heritage

Chapter 2

My parents are living legends

Logan had had enough trouble accepting the fact that he was half god without finding out his friend was half goat. The ride to Camp Half-Blood had been enlightening. Questions he'd been asking his whole life were finally being answered honestly. For example, he now understood why his Aunt Thalia has looked the same age now as in all his baby memories. It wasn't because she was born when his dad was twenty. It wasn't Logan's memories being hazy because he was just a kid. She was a Hunter of Artemis, she had been fifteen for the past twenty something years and she'd look fifteen for twenty something more. His Uncle Nico wasn't a sociopath, he was a son of Hades. And all the time he spent missing, he wasn't arrested like Logan had thought, he was working for his dad in the Underworld. Logan still couldn't decide which was coolest. Dew's parents weren't hippie, his dad was a satyr, the Lord of the Wild, and his mom was… Well, a tree.

Now Logan understood why he had never met his Aunt Juniper.

He had never questioned why Uncle Jason, Uncle Frank, Aunt Piper and Aunt Hazel lived in California, because they'd always looked normal, but his mom had the kindness to inform him they lived in a small replica of Ancient Rome in San Francisco. And his cool Uncle Leo wasn't a pyromaniac on purpose. He just caught on fire sometimes because he was a son of Hephaestus. That also explained how he had built him a toy flying ship out of celestial bronze when Logan was little. And it actually did fly.

He had taken all of it pretty well. Partly because a small part of him had always known there was more to life, something everyone was hiding from him, partly because he was too dazed to have a proper reaction. After finding out all of that in one day, you'd think he'd be less surprised to find out Dew was a satyr too. But when his friend took off his pants and shoes to reveal furry goat legs and hooves, Logan kind of freaked out.

"Dude!" he said astonished, pointing at Dew's legs.

"Yeah." His friend said sheepishly.

"You're… You're… Dude!" he stammered.

"Yeah." Dew encouraged.

"You're…"

"Just go ahead and say it."

"You're half goat!" Logan exclaimed finally.

"You're half god." Dew pointed out.

"You're half goat!" he repeated louder.

"Jeez, half your family descends from gods and that's all fine, but a measly detail such as me being half goat…" Dew started, huffing.

"You're half goat!" Logan said, almost accusingly. Annabeth put a hand on his shoulder and started steering him to the Big House.

"Alright, honey, I think we've established that." She turned to Dew. "I'm sorry, Dew, I think he just chose to concentrate on freaking out over this particular piece of information so he wouldn't freak out over all the rest." Dew snorted.

"Wait until he meets Chiron."

Logan would have liked to say he acted like a hero worthy of meeting the famous hero trainer Chiron. In reality he stood in front of him pointing at his lower half and saying 'you're half horse!' for a couple of minutes. The centaur was terribly amused, though Logan had been embarrassed to death after he calmed down. His mother assured him that it wasn't the worst reaction they'd seen at camp. An Hermes camper had fainted once. Some Apollo kid hadn't heard the half in 'half-god' and walked around trying to zap people for a week after he arrived. His father had nearly been turned into a dolphin by Dionysus. Logan was still embarrassed, but he felt better.

"Pfff. So Peter Johnson reproduced?" Mr. D scoffed. Logan didn't like him much, but he was a god and he was enough his mother's son to hold his tongue.

"Yes, Mr. D. This is our son, Logan." His mother said with an annoyed edge to her voice.

"And what? You expect me to congratulate you on successfully passing your genes ahead?" he asked crankily.

"Mr. D, be nice to our new camper." Chiron said pleasantly.

"Camper? The brat's spawn is staying?" Mr. D whined.

"In the light of the latest events, I believe so." The god twirled his diet Coke, sending Logan an exasperated look.

"Whatever. Stay if you must. But don't expect me to like you just because your parents managed to stay alive long enough to procreate." He grumbled.

"Mr. D…" Chiron called warningly, looking at the sky warily.

"Oh, fine! Welcome to Camp Half-Blood Lucas Johnson. There. I said it. Now get the hell out of here. Go blow something up like your father used to." But instead of shooing him, Mr. D got up himself and left, mumbling something along the lines of 'just ten years more'.

"Our director has a… Remarkable personality." Chiron said hesitantly. Annabeth chuckled, Logan cracked a grin. "Now let me look at you, my boy!" he said, opening his arms as if to put them on his shoulder, but Logan was too short for his reach. "The last time I saw you, you were hiding in your father's shoulder, crying because you were scared of the owls in cabin six." He said with a chuckle. Logan felt his cheeks burn. "Come in, come in!" he turned around and gestured for them to follow him into the house. When he wasn't looking, his mom leaned down to whisper to him.

"Your father's still scared of them, if it makes you feel better." Logan grinned.

"A little."

They walked into the Big House, it was normal. Logan wasn't sure what he was expecting, but it wasn't what he had imagined of the headquarters of a mythological greek training camp. Well, except maybe for the living leopard head on the wall. That was pretty creepy. Chiron invited them to sit, and right when Logan was starting to wonder how a centaur sits, he pulled out some kind of wheelchair, and somehow managed to make the lower half of his body disappear inside it. The little part in Logan's brain that wasn't completely convinced it shouldn't be freaking out was thankful. When he settled down, Chiron smiled fondly to his mother.

"Annabeth, my dear. It's been a while." He told her. She grinned.

"Chiron." She said as a greeting.

"Where's Percy?"

"Picking up Nate and Charlie. He was coming over after it. He'll be here soon."

"Good, good. Now, Logan, I believe we can start?" he asked animatedly.

"Uh… Sure?"

"I don't think the orientation movie will be necessary here, Chiron." His mother told the centaur.

"Ah, I see. You've covered the basics." She nodded.

"If by the basics you mean telling me my grandparents are gods, monsters are real and I'm some sort of demi-but-not-quite-god, than yeah. She's covered it." Logan said a little exasperatedly. It was still a bit too much information.

"Well, that saves us time. Let's jump a few topics. Do you know where you are, Logan?"

"Camp Half-Blood." He said uncertainly. Chiron nodded and proceeded.

"Correct. Camp Half-Blood is a home to every demigod in need. Well, greek demigods. You'll have to go west if you're roman."

"Wait. Roman?" Logan scrunched his brows. Annabeth squeezed his shoulder.

"Details later, honey."

"Here in Camp Half-Blood we welcome and train demigods to survive in the real world."

"Survive?" Logan asked, his voice going up an octave.

"Chiron, you're scaring him?" his mom said, but she looked more amused than chiding.

"Yes, my boy, survive. That empousa wasn't the first or will be the last to attack you. You must learn to defend yourself. Here you'll learn the necessary skills to do so. Which considering the circumstances, we should get started with immediately…"

"Chiron." Annabeth cut him off. He sent her a questioning look.

"Surely you agree…"

"We're not sure yet." She looked away. He sighed tiredly.

"Annabeth we've had this discussion before, you know…"

"I know." She cut him off. "But it's the middle of the school year, we can't just take him…"

"It's dangerous." Chiron insisted. "You more than anyone should know that a son of…"

"This is different." His mother interrupted him. She was tense, her voice was tight. "We'll be there to protect him."

"You can't always be there, my dear." The centaur said gently. His mother's eyes hardened. She clearly hadn't liked his statement.

"What are you talking about?" Logan cut them off. He was really confused. A second ago they had been friendly and happy to see each other, now his mom looked ready to kill.

"Nothing." She said before Chiron could answer him. "We'll discuss it when your father gets here." She said resolutely. Chiron tried to argue, but she was determined to let it drop. "You should go to the infirmary. Take a look at this shoulder. I know Dew fixed you up, but I'd rather have someone from the Apollo cabin check you up."

Logan had been so caught up in all the news he had completely forgotten about his shoulder. He turned his head to look at it. Dew had been right about the nectar. It had stopped the bleeding and the pain, all that was left from the empousa attack was a dull throbbing on the left side of his body, and the four tears in his blood stained shirt where her claws had been. He shivered, making a mental note to throw that shirt away, or else every time he looked at it he'd remember the terror of the experience.

"What's the Apollo cabin?" he asked. His mother calmed down a little to explain to him.

"Each cabin represents a god, your immortal parent, it's where you stay, with your half siblings. The Apollo campers are our healers. Apollo is the god of medicine so his children inherit his skill. They're cabin 7."

"Oh." A sudden thought occurred to him. "What's your cabin, mom?" Annabeth grinned.

"Cabin six. Look for it later."

"What about dad's?"

"Three." He stopped, thinking about it.

"If you stay at your godly parents' cabin… Where am I staying?" he asked. His mother and Chiron exchanged a look.

"If he goes to cabin six, Poseidon will be offended." Chiron started.

"If he goes to cabin three my mother will be furious, yes."

"The Hermes cabin?" Chiron suggested. Annabeth hesitated.

"I didn't trust Travis and Connor with a book, I don't think I trust them with my son." she said pointedly. Chiron chuckled. "Who's Hermes' head counselor nowadays?"

"Cooper Allen."

"How can they sound like trouble?" she asked with a frown.

"We'll figure it out." Chiron said, moving on his wheelchair to the porch and calling out for somebody. A few seconds later, a girl walked into the room.

She was older than him by a few years, fifteen or sixteen. She had dark blonde hair, pulled together in a braid over her shoulder and startling grey eyes. Logan was surprised because he had never seen anybody besides his mother with eyes like that. The girl was tall and tanned, with the same calculating look he had seen his mother send people his whole life. They didn't really look like each other, different nose, different mouth, eyebrows, cheekbones. It was a completely different face, but there was something in her expression, the way she carried herself, that resembled his mom.

"Emma, say hello to our new camper, Logan Jackson. And I think you know your half-sister Annabeth…" Chiron started, but didn't get to finish. Emma's eyes widened and her mouth had fallen open. The girl was looking at his mom as if she might drop to her knees and start worshiping her.

"Annabeth Chase." Emma said in awe. She stumbled forward and held out a hand to her. "It's… An honor to meet you ma'am."

"Annabeth is fine, Emma. We're sisters after all, aren't we?" his mom shook her hand. Emma looked like she might pass out. She started hyperventilating.

"You are such an inspiration to Cabin six, we have read so much about you. And I have to say, your work in Olympus… We've visited last winter solstice and your designs were amazing, the detail…" Annabeth's eyes started shining with what Logan's father and him had nicknamed 'the glow', which always preceded a 'knowledge onslaught'. Logan knew if his mom started talking now they'd be there until morning. Luckily Chiron seemed to know it too and broke into the conversation before it could get out of hand.

"Emma, Logan was attacked on his way here and was injured. Could you take him to the infirmary?" Emma hesitated like she wanted to say no with all her heart, but ended up nodding resignedly.

"Sure, I guess." She sighed disappointedly, waving for Logan to follow her. He heard Chiron tell her encouragingly "She'll still be here later".

Emma looked much better after that. She seemed very eager to make later sooner because her steps were so quick, Logan was having trouble keeping up with her. One of the times he had managed to catch up, she decided to strike up a conversation, which in Emma world sounded a bit like interrogation. Or maybe that was an Athena thing. His mom did that too.

"How do you know Annabeth Chase?" she inquired.

"It's Jackson too, you know?" he corrected.

"Oh, yeah. She married him." Logan didn't like the way she said 'him'. Like his father was some rock tied to his mom's ankle.

"Yeah, she did." He said pointedly. Emma seemed to notice his annoyance.

"What?" she asked like she didn't understand it. "So, you're going to answer my question?"

"She's my mom." He told her, frowning, feeling smug at the shock in her face. She stopped dead on her heels, staring at him like he had suddenly won the lottery.

"You are so lucky." She said in that awed voice. "You must know so much, she must have taught you so much! Just imagine! You must know everything about architecture!"

"Uh… No." he said lamely. She giggled.

"Of course. No one knows everything. But you must know a lot."

"Uh… No." he repeated. Truth was his mother had tried, but Logan could never find it in him to care about any of it. Whenever she started on an architecture attack, he fell asleep halfway through it.

"A little bit?" Emma tried hopefully. He shook his head. Her expression turned sour.

"This way, Logan Jackson."

She said his last name like he was suddenly reduced to 'his' son. Logan had an idea why they didn't like his dad much, or him now. Emma dropped him off in front of a wooden cabin. It wasn't very far from the Big House, it was a short construction, but large, with double doors, a porch and a lot of windows. He tried to tell her bye, but she left without another word, like he suddenly wasn't worth it. Logan hesitated for a second before lifting his arm and knocking. A voice called out for him to enter.

The outside had looked like a normal cabin, but the inside was a miniature hospital. They had rows of beds lining up along the walls, shelves filled with what he guessed was medicine bottles and materials for bandages. In the back of the room, a guy dropped a guitar and stood up from an armchair. He was much older than Logan, eighteen or nineteen, tall, kind of buff. He had curly blonde hair and a blinding smile. He looked like an actor from a teen chick flick.

"Hey, what's up?" he greeted, walking up to him. His eyes zeroed in on Logan's shoulder automatically. He shook his head. "Someone got a little too excited in sword fighting?" he asked, pointing to one of the beds.

"Uh… No. A monster clawed me." Logan said unsurely, climbing the bed. The guy had gone to fetch the materials from the shelves, but he seemed puzzled.

"Monster? It's not advanced training night yet." Logan was a little alarmed. Did that mean they brought monsters into camp as training? Could you get wounds like that in sword fighting? Didn't they use blunt swords with balls on the tip or something?

"It wasn't here." He said warily. The camper finally looked at his face.

"Oh, you're a newbie." He dropped a bunch of stuff on the bed and extended a hand. "I'm Evan Ward. Head counselor of the Apollo Cabin. Welcome to camp." He said friendly.

"Logan Jackson." Logan greeted, shaking his hand. Evan asked permission to cut his shirt. Logan wasn't terribly upset.

"We'll get you a camp T-shirt. I think I have some somewhere around here." He said absent-mindedly, checking his wound. "It's not so bad, actually it's almost healed. Did somebody fix you up?"

"My friend did." Evan looked it over, pressed it and furrowed his brows.

"That's nectar work. Your friend's a demigod?"

"No, he's…" Logan stopped. He couldn't believe he was going to say that. "A satyr." He finished with a strange expression. Evan laughed.

"It's a little overwhelming, isn't it?" he said sympathetically, methodically cleaning the wound and then bandaging it.

"Understatement." Logan mumbled under his breath.

"There. All done." Evan said, finishing with his shoulder. "You'll be good as new, but I'm not sure the scars will fade."

"Scars?" Logan asked, dismayed. Evan smiled to him.

"Hey, cheer up! The girls love it!" he said encouragingly. Logan had to smile at that. "Hold up, I'll get you a shirt."

Evan rummaged around the cabinets and drawers until he found the right one. He sent Logan one measuring look and then pulled out an orange T-shirt. It had a pegasus on the front and 'Camp Half-Blood' in black letters.

"Here, I think this one fits." Logan took off his ruined T-shirt. He held it in his hands for a second, not knowing where to put it. Evan seemed to understand his confusion. He picked up the trash can and extended it to him, Logan threw it away. He couldn't say he was sad to see it go.

Logan put on the orange T-shirt. It was a little too loose on him, but it would do. He looked down at himself. He was wearing a camp shirt, exactly like the one his dad and mom wore on the pictures they had back at home. He smiled slightly. He had always been really close to his parents, but he had felt sometimes a distance between them and him every time they talked about something in their past. And now he was a part of it, the distance they had created for his safety was gone. Using that shirt, he felt connected to them, to the real them they had been sacrificing for his sake.

"It's funny." Evan's voice brought him back from his reverie.

"What?" he asked. Evan shook his head, smiling.

"It was just a thought. You kinda look like one of our old campers. I mean, he hasn't been to camp in years because, you know, he must be like, forty now, but Chiron's got pictures, and yeah, you look like him." Logan frowned.

"Really?"

"Yeah…" Evan hesitated again, as if considering saying or not what was on his mind. "You said your last name was Jackson."

"Yeah."

"You wouldn't… Be related to Percy Jackson, would you?" He asked with an uncertain frown. Logan's eyebrows shot up.

"You know my dad?"

Evan seemed to have a small attack. A fangirl attack.

"Woah, Percy Jackson's your dad?" he spazzed, reaching out to shake Logan's hand again.

"Yeah…" Logan said, a little scared at Evan's sudden enthusiasm.

"Man, this is so awesome! He's my hero!" Logan didn't know what to say to that. He was slightly creeped out by Evan's reaction.

"Uh… Okay."

"He's everyone's hero, actually. The stories about him…"

"You've got stories about my dad?" Logan was getting confused again.

"Of course! The things he's done… Everyone knows who Percy Jackson is." Evan was still shaking his hand. "Dude, it's such an honor to meet his son!"

"What did he do?" Logan asked. It was seriously freaking him out. The way Evan talked about his dad made him sound like some kind of superhero. Logan had half a mind to ask him if there weren't two Percy Jacksons in New York, because his dad sniffled watching Finding Nemo, he was pretty sure that wasn't the most heroic thing in the book. Evan laughed.

"You're kidding, right? Fighting titans, going on quests? Saving the world? Twice? The man's a living legend!"

"He what?" Logan asked incredulously. Saving the world? His dad couldn't keep his mother's plants alive, much less the world!

"Yeah, he…"

"Excuse me." A deep voice cut in, calling both boys's attention. Before Logan could see who had walked in, a blur of yellow rushed in and attached itself to his legs.

"Charlie!" he exclaimed, surprised and happy.

His little seven-year-old sister was clinging to his leg, staring up at him with her shining sea green eyes. She was giving him her best version of a death glare, trying to look intimidating, but her blonde curly hair was up in pigtails and her small round nose was wrinkled in her pout and she looked too adorable to be scary at all.

"Logue!" she squealed angrily. "Don't you ever go on adventures without me!" she whined. He laughed incredulously. He wouldn't classify being nearly killed by a greek monster as an adventure, and he'd most definitely wouldn't let her join, but he wouldn't tell her that. Charlie had a terrible temper.

"Okay, Charlie."

"You listen to the bossy blonde. It will save your hide ninety percent of the time."

Logan didn't have to look up to know it was his father. He should have guessed when Evan froze in place beside him. Logan lifted his head and found his father's sea green eyes looking back at him amusedly. He looked like he always did, the windswept jet black hair, the well trimmed beard, a white polo shirt and shorts, tan skin. He looked like he'd spent the whole year sailing the ocean, which wasn't all that far fetched His dad was a marine biologist, he spent half his life at sea.

He was also a son of Poseidon, Logan remembered. It kind of explained why his mom called him a cheater every time he came home with a pay raise.

"Dad." He called out, surprised at how relieved he was at seeing him.

"Hey, kiddo." His father said with a smile. Charlie let go of him and Logan jumped off the bed. He sent the very shocked Evan a hesitant look.

"Uh… This is Evan. He healed my shoulder." He introduced to be polite. His father walked in and shook Evan's hand.

"Hi. I'm Logan's dad, Percy Jackson…"

"I know." Evan said, awestruck. His dad sent Logan an accomplice smile and he held back a laugh.

"Let me guess, Apollo cabin?" Evan nodded. "Well, Evan, you think I could borrow my son for a while?" His father asked.

"Of course!" Evan said quickly. Logan thought if his dad had asked to borrow a leg, he would have said yes. "He's alright now, anyway." He went back to the professional healer for a second. "Take it easy for the next few days, okay?"

"'Kay. Thanks, dude." Logan walked until his father. He put an arm around his shoulder and held Charlie's hand. Before they turned around, Logan caught Evan's look.

He got the impression that the other boy would pledge his eternal alliance to him for introducing him to his dad. Logan made a mental note. If he ever needed something, he should ask Evan. Not Emma. Never Emma. He shouldn't even breathe too loudly near Emma.

When they left the infirmary, his dad turned to Charlie, kneeling down to her eye level.

"Why don't you go tell mom and Nate we saw your big brother, honey?" he told her. She didn't look very happy about it.

"Why?" she asked, looking at Logan and their dad as if suspecting they would go on another adventure without her.

"What a suspicious lady! Go on, do that for you poor old dad!" Percy whined, tickling her. She squirmed away from his grasp, giggling. She grabbed both sides of his dad's face and looked at him very seriously.

"You won't go on adventures without me." She said in a low threatening voice. As threatening as a cute seven-year-old could.

"I promise." Their dad said solemnly. She grinned.

"Okay."

"Thank you." He said, kissing the top of her head and standing up. Charlie threw herself at Logan, hugging his waist.

"Bye, Logue!" she squealed and took off running to the Big House.

His dad turned to him. His expression was serious, but his eyes were dancing with humor, so Logan guessed their talk wouldn't be too bad. Percy gestured for him to follow him.

"Walk with me, son."