This is chapter two of the story. I hope you enjoy it. Now just in case you didn't, this story takes place before the Lightning Thief, and the sequel will take place during the Lightning Thief.

Thank you by the way for everyone who reviewed.

Note: The Thalia mentioned in this chapter is not Thalia Grace of the books, but the person she was named after, Thalia the Muse of the Graces, who is in Greek Mythology. Also you guys have to remember that this takes place in 1993, so any technology and stuff mentioned here is will be treated based on what was available at the time. The reason I say this is because I mention VHS in this chapter, rather than DVD or Blu Ray.


Aphrodite covered her nose as she changed her son's dirty diaper. She wondered lightly how anyone, let alone a son of Poseidon, could produce so much bodily waste.

She knew she could easily use her powers to change the diaper, but she felt that was too much of cheating. If she wanted to be a proper mother, she had to at least try to do things the hard way. Now however, she was greatly considering changing her mind.

She had tried at least three times to do it, and each time she had eventually resorted to her powers. Now, it seemed that it would be the case again.

Looking around carefully, making sure the Graces didn't see her, Aphrodite snapped her fingers, causing a new clean diaper to appear on her sons tootsie.

Aphrodite sighed as Percy giggled lightly at his new mother.

"You like that don't you baby? You like it when mommy uses her powers?" Aphrodite asked her baby son.

He tilted his head at his mother.

"Well, it's time to go to bed sweetie." Aphrodite placed her son in his crib and swished her fingers so that he could fall asleep.

His eyes began to droll before he feel into a light sleep. Aphrodite doubted he would be asleep for long.

Percy was now one month old, and had been living with her for a whole month. It had mostly be good, although the Goddess of Love hadn't had any time to copulate with any mortals in that month, which disappointed her.

Ares had complained yesterday, and really she didn't care.

Aphrodite sighed at the thought of Ares, and not in a good way. Truthfully, these days, Ares was just a plaything to her. A millennia ago she may have loved him, but ever since the bloody French Revolution, when Ares had practically murdered her daughter, who had been the French Queen, in his bloodlust.

Antonia, or as the French had called her, Marie Antoinette had been the result of an affair with the Austrian Emperor Francis I. Aphrodite had been quite relived when his wife Marie Theresa had accepted her own child, and not rejected her. Aphrodite had been quite saddened at her sweet daughter's death by Ares actions.

Since then, their relationship had been strained, and now it was mostly non-existent. Sure they still slept together every once and awhile, and still got chased by Hephaestus, but there was no love, simply lust. Aphrodite doubted they would remain together for very long. Maybe they would stay together for possibly 20 more years, but she doubted it would be any further.

Aphrodite shook her head and she placed her son back in his crib and walked out of the room. Her son had gotten a bit big, compared to how tiny he was he first got here. He had even moved to a new room in the Villa, which wasn't that far from her own. The Graces had helped take care of Percy with her, so she was never alone.

Speaking of the Graces, Aphrodite had not seen them at all day. It made her wonder where they had gone.

As she walked through the halls she entered her room and noticed a note attached to her door, quickly picked it up and read the letter.

Drear Aphrodite

Euphrosyne and I are going to go visit our sister Thalia. We know you hate her so we won't bring her here. We won't be back till later today. Send Percy our love.

Aglaea

Aphrodite groaned, both at the fact the Graces weren't here, and that they were visiting Thalia of all people. Thalia, the final Grace. Aphrodite and Thalia could never stand each other. The two always argued, and never got along. Naturally Thalia was not allowed in the Villa, as to avoid problems between the two of them.

"Great..." Aphrodite muttered.

Entering her bedroom Aphrodite sat on her bed and closed her tired eyes. Being a mother again was not what she had ever expected. She had tons of demigod children in the last two thousand years, yet she had never raised one of them since 63 B.C. and even then, it was one she had with Ares.

What could she do now?

She couldn't leave, not with the Graces gone. Perhaps she could watch a movie? Lifting herself off the bed, her bare feet glided across her room and she began to examine the VHS movies the Graces had bought.

"Let's see... romantic movie, or comedy?" Aphrodite whispered in thought.

She skimmed through movie titles like Gone With the Wind, Casablanca,and The Sound of Music. She purposely avoid the Cleopatra movie, not wanting to watch a film about the famous daughter of Athena. She hummed a light tune as she finally choose her daughter Marlyin Monroe's comedic movie Some Like It Hot. She loved her daughters, all of them. Her current favorite was her eight year old daughter Megan, who seemed to have the potential to one day be a actress.

Taking the movie with her to living room of the Villa, Aphrodite was about to play the movie when the phone rang, meaning it could only be one person. While as a god, it was natural to use a Iris message, Aphrodite didn't want to take the chance that the Goddess of the Rainbow might find out about Percy, so Aphrodite had given Poseidon the Villa's phone number.

Picking up the phone, Aphrodite asked "Goddess of Love speaking, how may I help you?"

"How is my son?"

"Straight to the point then Poseidon. You might do well to remember that he's our son." Aphrodite leered.

She could almost feel the Sea God rolling his eyes on the other line.

"Fine, how is our son." Poseidon snapped at her. She simply chuckled at him. He still couldn't get over the fact that she, rather than Sally Jackson, was now raising Percy. Rightly so of course. Percy was her son now, and no one would take him away from her, not even Zeus.

"Percy is sleeping now in case you're wondering."

"Is he..."

"He's fine." Aphrodite snapped before disconnecting the call. She really couldn't deal with Poseidon right now. A cry suddenly streaked through the Villa, and Aphrodite groaned. Percy was awake.


Poseidon paced around the room in worry. It had been a whole month since Sally's death, and since his newborn son had been taken by the Goddess of Love. At first he had accepted her request only because he had been desperate to save Percy's life, but now he was scared to death, worried he had made the wrong choice.

Aphrodite really couldn't be trusted. She was manipulative to a point to get what she wanted, even if most of the time it was just to get a guy. Now she had his son, and he couldn't really do anything about it without alerting the other gods of Percy's parentage.

It was frustrating for him. The only thing worse would be if another god discovered his existence.

What hurt more was that every time he called Aphrodite, she would always avoid trying to speak to him. Just moments before she had hung up on him. He now considered storming her home to get his son a good option.

Tapping his foot in frustration, Poseidon slumped down in his throne. Putting his face in his hands, the Sea God couldn't help but groan. How could he have been so stupid as to let that woman get her hands on his son.

He once again eyed his trident before looking away. What was he going to do?

"Is there a reason you're so moody right now Kelp Head?" a soft voice interrupted his musing. He glared at the source of the voice with hate.

"Owl Bitch." Poseidon sneered.

A cold laugh escaped Athena's lips. It was just so easy for her took rile the Sea God up. The two enemies glared at each other for a moment, before Athena sat down on her own throne, never taking their eyes off each other.

"My Poseidon, has the fact that dear old Aphrodite has been missing for the past month really gotten to you so much? It's bad enough hearing Ares complain, but must I listen to you as well?" Her voice coldly asked.

"Why does it matter to you?"

"It really doesn't. But it seems to anger you, which pleases me. Plus you know me to be a curious person." She leered at him.

Gazing at her lightly, he stormed out of the room, her laugh never leaving him.

God he hated her, he really did.

Perhaps he should get Dionysus to get her drunk again. It had had been entertaining the last time, as it had every time before. It was just so easy to get Athena drunk, and the aftereffects were simply hilarious.

Sadly, the thought still did not take away the worry he felt for Percy. He needed to pay a visit to Aphrodite.


Athena continued looking at where her enemy had just left and intertwined her fingers in thought.

Poseidon had been acting strangely, and Aphrodite had been missing lately. Few cared for the later, but she was suspicious. She had a feeling the two were connected. One theory Apollo had brought up was that Aphrodite and Poseidon were in a secret relationship, but she doubted that was the case. That would not explain her disappearance.

Yet she couldn't help but get the feeling that there was something else at play. Perhaps nothing sinister, but something that likely went against the laws her father had created. Yet, she couldn't tell what.

Another problem lately that had concerned Athena was the fates. They had been complaining for the last month about 'the fate of many being altered'. She wondered if it had to do with the Prophecy. She had complained to father about it and he had paled, muttering something about a 'Thalia'. Athena ideally wondered if he was referring to the Muse Thalia.

Something was happening, and Aphrodite and Poseidon knew what it was, and she was going to find out.


"I'm a man!"

"Well, nobody's perfect."

Aphrodite chuckled at the end of the movie. She had enjoyed watching her daughter's film. She felt a small tug on her nightdress from her son. She smiled at him and he stared at her with sea green eyes.

"Did you like the movie baby, that was your sister you know." she cooed at him. It was true, if Percy was her son, then Marilyn would be his sister.

When Percy was older, before she sent him to Camp Half-Blood, she planned on giving him a blood adoption, to make her right as his adoptive mother official. She had already given him her blessing so that he would have a more attractive appearance, as well as some better archery skills. Most of her children, Eros included, were masters at archery. After all, someone had to shoot arrows of love before she had Eros.

A knock at the door interrupted her. Placing her son on the sofa, but not before giving him a kiss on his forehead. Rising from the sofa, Aphrodite walked across and opened the door. It opened to reveal Poseidon.

Her eyes widened in anger and surprise.

"What are you doing here?" she questioned him.

"To see my son, and what are you wearing?" he snapped at her.

"It's a nightdress."

"A nightdress with a over amount of cleavage. Are you wearing that in front of my son?"

She raised an eyebrow and said "You've seen me in less."

"You're not wearing that near my son." he leered at her.

She glared at him and attempted to close the door, but he blocked her and entered the Villa, while she huffed in anger.

He walked into the living room and quickly found his son and picked him up with a smile on his face.

"Hello Perseus, how have you been doing?"

It was then that Percy decided to throw up all over his father in greeting.

Aphrodite giggled at the sight. Walking over and picking up her son from his father's arms, Aphrodite gazed at the Sea God with a smirk, puck covering his shirt.

"That's a good baby." she cooed at Percy, who giggled at her.

Poseidon just glared at her, but really didn't seem to be mad, more understanding, which surprised her.

"It's alright son, ignore your caretaker."

"You mean mother."

He glared at her and whispered "Sally was his mother."

"So am I."

His eyes blew wide in fury at the words "YOU CAN'T REPLACE HER!"

Percy began to cry and she tried to sooth him while glaring at his father. She sighed and sat down while muttering "I never intended to replace her."

"I would hope not. I will be watching you girl, and if I find any hint that you have come close to failing in protecting my son, you will regret it. You may believe yourself to love him, but if you get caught, I will take him."

"You won't..."

"I will." Poseidon interrupted her. She nipped her lip in frustration. He was demanding too much of her.

"I might need help, and more than just the Graces."

"Then get Hephaestus."

"WHAT!" she questioned in shock and anger. Why her husband of all people.

"You may not like him, but he would do anything to please you, even keep my son safe. I know him, more than you. I trust him to help."

Aphrodite was prepared to argue, yet she really had no really need to. It was a valid point, even if she didn't like it.

She finally just looked at him and asked "Are you done yet?"

He nodded before telling her "I don't trust you."

"You should."

Poseidon simply shook his head and walked away in anger, slamming the door as he did.

Closing her eyes, she noticed Percy gazing at her curiously, she sighed. This was not what she had imagined things would be.


Next chapter will have Hephaestus, and I hope you liked Athena's appearance in this chapter. As I said in the Authors note last chapter, this story will be a Aphrodite/Hephaestus pairing.

Also hoped you like the references to three famous daughters of Aphrodite, and I hope you notice the reference to one of them who is a current actress.

I will be putting a poll soon for the potential options for a Percy Pairing. I don't exactly know which one to use. However note, whatever pairing is used will only happen in a later sequel. The options right now are Annabeth, Thalia Grace(Demigod), Zoe, Artemis, Piper, Bianca, or perhaps someone else. More might be added, but for now it's uncertain.

If you guys want a Poseidon/Athena pairing, I'll do it.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Please review if you can. Thank you.