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THE SEA'S TRANQUILITY

Not even they can stop me know, their heavy words can't bring me down

No one knows how hard life was, I don't even think about it now because

American dreams came true somehow, I swore I'd chase 'em till I was dead

I heard the streets were paved with gold, that's what my father said

2. Children's Dreams

Seeing his daughter for the first time, holding her in his arms and hearing her fragile heartbeat, made Poseidon truly aware of how quickly things could be taken away. And how painful something like that could feel. The few days after he'd visited his former lover and his child were one of the most difficult in his millennia-long existence. Sitting on his throne in Olympus, not even listening to Zeus rattle on about things he couldn't care less about, Poseidon couldn't help but let his mind wander to his baby girl. He felt no shame in admitting that the love he felt for Sally and his daughter was at a whole different level than the kind of affection he felt for Amphitrite and Triton. Being immortal, undying, all-powerful, it was hard to allow yourself to feel that way. To feel that adoration, that unconditional, pure love he had for his child and his ex-lover.

It was so difficult to stay away, leave them be without his personal protection. It was like that for every other god. It was hard for them not to bend to their desires. They weren't human, even if they looked like it. Their emotions and urges were stronger, and it overshadowed any reservations they might have. All the motives for their actions were covered by love, lust, jealousy, and loathing. They couldn't undo what they did, and even if they could, they were immortal and pride always got in their way.

That was the reason the feelings Poseidon had for Sally and Percy were the most dangerous ones a god could feel. It was a love that was both untainted and selfless; it wasn't driven by obsession or limerence.

It just … was.

And maybe that was also the reason Poseidon couldn't keep his distance, visiting them whenever the gods were too occupied with their own business to actually notice his quite irregular visitations.

Sally's and Percy's mortal essences were practically shining for him, marking them as his, showing that these were the two people he had to take care of. Olympus could never know about the secret visits he made at Sally's apartment, or else there would be hell on earth. The Ancient Laws might prevent him and his family from interfering too much in mortals' business, but that didn't mean all of them followed that rule.

Poseidon visited his daughter while Sally was sleeping.

Whenever he appeared out of thin air in the nursery, he found Percy wide awake in her crib, her sea-green eyes staring at the crib mobile above her while she kicked around her little feet and babbled something to herself, like only babies were able to do. He picked her up then, surprised that she didn't begin to cry upon seeing him but gave him a toothless grin instead. Patting her tiny palm against his jaw, it was almost as though she greeted him like an old friend. As though she knew that he would never harm her.

He rocked her gently in his arms while speaking to her in Ancient Greek, telling her things that you would only tell a baby because they didn't understand anyway. He told her stories about his domain, about the oceans and seas he ruled over, and how it felt to have power over such a violent force that stood for both life and death. He talked about his love for her mother, about Triton, his wife, and his servants, about the Cyclopes that worked for him and would be delighted to know that they had a half-sister.

Percy was silent, her big eyes focused attentively on her father as he explained how it felt to create hurricanes and earthquakes, watching those untamable catastrophes rage through everything around him with the knowledge that he was safe within the destruction. She let out one or two babbles sometimes as though agreeing with him on some points, and chewed on her tiny fist, drooling all over her fingers and his shirt. Poseidon had to admit that he'd never seen anything more adorable than that.

He couldn't explain how his heart was both heavy and light with love at the same time.

Most times, she fell asleep during his talks, his voice lulling her to sleep. Then he would put her back into her crib and watch her sleep peacefully for a few more minutes before disappearing within a slight ocean's breeze. The more he saw her, the more it became harder to leave, knowing that at some point he would have to stop his visits altogether.

Even when it was day and Poseidon had no opportunity to visit, he kept an eye on Sally and Percy, sometimes even sending his servants to check on them. He admired Sally for her strength, the way she managed to balance her college courses with raising her daughter she loved with all her heart. She gave Percy everything she could; made sure they had a nice home, enough food, and some money for extra luxuries like their trips to Montauk. Sally didn't know of course, but Poseidon always watched them from afar whenever they came to Montauk, his heart longing for those two to live with him in his domain. He listened as Sally told their daughter stories about him, how powerful he was and how he would protect her from any harm that might come her way while she walked along the sea's edge with the baby girl in her arms. The first time Sally allowed Percy to dig her hands and feet into the water was ecstatic for her. She gurgled and giggled happily, splashing her little palms against the water, and it took Sally a long time to convince her daughter to leave the water, because whenever she made a move to pick her up, Percy would start crying in protest.

Eventually, Poseidon stopped visiting a few weeks after Percy's first birthday. He materialized into her nursery, running a bit late because of a council meeting that had kept him back. His lips stretched into a smile when he saw Percy standing on wobbly legs in her crib, her hands clasped tightly around the bars. Poseidon knew that she wasn't far away from taking her first independent step; after all, she could already pull herself up by holding on to something. Percy almost looked impatient. As though she knew that he was running late. But as soon as she saw him, she gave him a bright smile with several small teeth already showing, and cried in her cute voice, "Daddy!"

It both broke and lightened his heart as he, at the same time, became aware that this was going to be his last visit. He knew he couldn't stay in her life for a longer time without being discovered by the other gods and it would be better to leave when Percy was still too young to remember him later on. Picking her up, he sat down on the rocking chair with his daughter in his arms, taking a small book from the table next to him. He positioned Percy on his lap, so she could get a better view on the book. She looked at the colorful animal pictures in fascination, making the sounds the animals on the images made and giggling when Poseidon did so, too. He hoped that was something the other gods would never find out. They would laugh themselves silly if they saw him making animal sounds with his one-year-old daughter, but well, he would literally do anything to see that bright smile and the sparkle in his child's eyes. She was still too young to have developed distinct facial features, but apart from his eyes and his hair he noticed that she had Sally's nose and mouth.

When her eyes started to drop closed, Poseidon put the book away and stood up, carrying the small girl back to her crib. He kissed her forehead, giving her one last look before disappearing not only out of her room but also out of her life.

… TST …

Watching her baby girl grow up was both the most beautiful and scariest thing for Sally. She watched her become more beautiful with every passing day, making her first step, and saying her first word. When the latter happened, Sally almost broke apart, hearing that her daughter's first word was Daddy. She knew that, given a few more years, Percy would start asking questions, about where and who her father was. Sally had promised herself that she would remind her daughter every time that she was very much loved by her father, but that didn't make it any less easy for their future. She was just glad that she had her parents with her. Jim and Laura Jackson adored their granddaughter and spoiled her with all they could.

That, however, changed quickly a few months after Percy's fourth birthday when both her parents died in an airplane crash. Sally didn't how she got past that dark time, mourning her parents and trying to keep her head above the water. Everything fell apart around her as the money became tight. Sally had to give up college and sell her parents' house and her own apartment, moving into a smaller one with Percy in a foul neighborhood. She just knew that her daughter was the light at the end of the tunnel, the one thing that finally pulled her out of depression, even though life was as hard as it could get. She found a job at a candy store that didn't get her much money, but at least it was enough to pay the bills and feed her daughter. At the same time, Sally knew that it became more dangerous for Percy to live among the mortals because her scent grew stronger with each day.

Sally still remembered all the strange things that continued happening around her daughter. One day, when she'd gotten to the kindergarten to pick Percy up, she had found her playing with a dead snake in her crib, shaking it in between her small chubby hands. Sally had been completely freaked out as she grabbed her daughter and hurried home as fast as possible. Needless to say that she'd been paranoid for whole weeks after that incident. Or that one time when Percy, four years old at that moment, had started to speak about humans with only one eye on their face. Of course, Sally had never known that Poseidon sent those Cyclopes for the sake of their safety, so it caused her even more worry. As much as she didn't want to send Percy away to Camp, she knew that, at the end of the day, it had to be done if things continued to get worse. She only hoped that she had a little more time to spend with her daughter.

… TST …

"Mommy, Mommy!" Sally looked up from the counter where she'd been busy preparing breakfast. "Mommy, I need you to braid my hair please!"

Before Sally had the chance to utter a word, a small something with adorable, dark ringlets came rushing into the kitchen, bouncing excitedly with each step, holding a small hairbrush. That small something was Sally's daughter, the little miracle she brought into the world five and a half years ago. Right now, the little girl was sporting a puppy-eyed look with her brilliant green eyes, and her hair was a mess. Sally almost groaned in exasperation upon detecting the numerous knots in her daughter's messy, curly hair which, as usual in the mornings, looked like birds had built their nest in there.

"Gosh, sweetie, what happened to your hair?"

The little girl patted her hair curiously, pouting at her mother. "You're silly, Mommy. Nothing's happened to it."

Sally chuckled in response to that before she grabbed the orange juice carton and poured the juice into a clean glass, knowing that her daughter loved having orange juice first thing in the morning. "There you go, sweet girl," Sally said with a smile, watching as her daughter grabbed the glass with an enthusiasm that was absolutely unrivaled. "And now sit still while I braid your hair, okay?"

"'Kay," the little girl responded happily, her words coming out muffled due to her mouth being around the rim of the glass.

Smiling softly, Sally gathered her daughter's hair in her hands, lightly dragging her fingers through the mess of thick, inky black curls before reaching for the hairbrush.

Perseia Jackson, or just Percy like she demanded to be called, was a firecracker. She was a spirited and happy little girl, never shying away from people, always bouncing on her steps and smiling her way to wrapping people around her little finger. She adored her long curls, and Sally had already stopped counting how many times she had tried to convince Percy to go have her hair cut. It always ended in a tantrum or two.

Sally stifled a sigh of sadness as she thought about how her own parents wouldn't see their granddaughter growing up. Already one year had passed since the day they died, but Sally had been trying hard to move forward into a bright future. She tried to see a bright future for her daughter with everything she had. The fear of the unknown still remained, of course. Life had gotten considerably harder seeing as how they were now living in a foul neighborhood, the money being tight, but the most important thing for Sally was her daughter's happiness. She didn't care where she lived or how wealthy she was – as long as Percy was happy and healthy, everything was fine with Sally.

There were those times when everything became a little too hard, but seeing her daughter's bright smile made it all worth it, even though it was sometimes painful to look at her. She had Sally's mouth and her nose as well as her fair complexion, but her eyes … those eyes Sally knew. The dark-bright green was entirely Poseidon's, just like the heavy locks of dark, dark hair. Even that quirky little half-smile Percy was often wearing on her face belonged to Poseidon. The way she sometimes pronounced a word or expressed her thoughts reminded Sally of her ex-lover, and good gods, she couldn't deny that she still missed him greatly. He wasn't her first romance, but he was that great, passionate love everyone always spoke of.

"Look, mommy, look!"

Snapping out of her thoughts, Sally furrowed her brow in confusion, staring down at her daughter who pointed excitedly at her orange juice. As she followed her daughter's gaze, Sally tried really hard to keep her mouth from falling open. What little of the orange juice was left was openly floating in the air, just right above the glass. Percy waved her hand softly, making the juice move around in the air, and Sally felt her blood run cold.

"Look, mommy, look!" Percy squealed with barely concealed excitement, turning to look at her mother with wide, bright eyes. "I can do magic!"

Then, the orange juice splashed back into the glass, erasing the proof that her daughter showed the first hint of her powers just seconds ago.

… TST …

The incident that morning in the kitchen wasn't the first and only time Percy showed her powers. It continued happening on rare occasions, and normally, Sally wouldn't be so freaked out about it, because Poseidon had explained to her once how especially powerful demigods could tap into their powers by accident when they were young. But he said it would happen accidentally. And there was nothing accidental about the way Percy seemed to have almost perfect control over her powers. Sally had caught her once creating water out of thin air, and upon asking her what she was doing there, Percy had explained that she was simply bored and had wanted to do magic again.

Manipulating water appeared to come naturally to her daughter, as though she'd been doing it since the day of her birth.

To top that off, Percy started to become obviously curious about her father.

One day, when they were at the park, Sally had noticed the unusual timidness around her daughter. Usually, she was socializing with the other kids pretty well, making new friends in no time, but this day, while she was sitting in the sandbox, digging holes with her pink toy shovel, Sally couldn't help but notice the demureness that was so untypical for her baby girl. Seconds later, Percy became apparently bored with scooping up sand and got to her feet, running over to where her mother was sitting on a bench next to other women.

"Hey," Sally said gently, her fingers brushing over Percy's long pigtails. She almost immediately knew that bath time would be a joy since her daughter's hair was full of sand. She honestly didn't know how Percy managed to get herself covered with sand whenever they went to the park. "What's wrong, sweetie?"

Percy just shrugged her small shoulders, burying her face in her mom's hair, but this time, Sally noticed which way her daughter was occasionally glancing at. A small girl sitting on the swing, gently being pushed by a man who looked to be her father. The girl was screeching with delight, and her father had a huge grin on his face upon seeing his daughter so happy and carefree.

"Oh, Percy," Sally sighed heavily, pressing a kiss on her daughter's forehead.

Percy peeked at her from under long, dark lashes before quickly glancing at the father. "Where's mine, mommy? Where's mine?"

Sally couldn't help being frightened that everyone around her was able to hear the breaking of her heart.

… TST …

Later that evening, after bath time, Sally joined her daughter in her bed, armed with a book that always managed to get Percy to sleep. It was Snow White, her daughter's favorite bedtime story. No matter how often Sally read it to her before going to sleep, it would never get boring to her daughter. She always would ask, at the end of the story, if she were just as pretty as Snow White, and every time Sally said she was ten times prettier.

But this evening, Percy just didn't seem to be in the mood for her favorite story.

The blanket was tucked up to her chin, and she had her stuffed toy cat pressed against her chest, but she wasn't engaging in the story like she usually was. Usually, her questions were never-ending, and her hunger for more knowledge was unrivaled.

"Sweetie, are you even listening to me?" Sally asked after reading about how Snow White found the dwarfs' home.

Percy blinked up at her innocently. "Yes."

"You know what," Sally sighed, knowing that continuing to read would be in vain, so instead she put the book aside, "how about I tell you a different story? How about I tell you the story on how your father and I met."

It worked like a charm.

Her daughter sat upright and tucked the blanket further up, her little hands clasping the stuffed toy cat tightly. Some strands of her black hair were already coming loose from her braid, making her brush them away from her face impatiently, but her large, dark-green eyes were sparkling with interest. "Yes, please," Percy said in an instant.

"Well, all right," Sally smiled in response, lifting her arms slightly so that Percy could snuggle up to her. "You see, Percy, I met your father at Montauk."

There was a small child-like gasp. "Our Montauk?"

"Yes, Percy, our Montauk. The one we always spend the summer at. Anyway, when I met your daddy there, he really, really fascinated me. So I went to talk to him, and that way, we got to know each other. We would walk along the shore and look at the sea. Sometimes, we would just sit on some rocks and talk about everything and nothing; and sometimes, we would go to the cabin. The one where you and I also sleep in when we visit Montauk, you know? Your father made me always feel so special, sweetie. He was always kind to me, and when I fell pregnant with you, he was so, so happy."

"You mean when I got into your tummy?" Percy looked at her quizzically, making Sally laugh and nod in response. "But mommy … why did he leave?" Huge sea-green eyes looked at her with sadness. "Did he want not to be with us?"

"Did he not want to be with us," Sally corrected automatically before shaking her head, swallowing a sad sigh. "Baby, your father wanted to be with us so badly. He was so happy when I told him you were in my tummy. But … he was a very busy man, you see. He had to work every day because his people needed him, they still do. He worked at sea, so he had to be very far away whenever he went to work."

Percy was silent for a few minutes, her hands still gripping her stuffed cat tightly. Out of nowhere, a water bubble appeared, floating around in the air, and if Sally hadn't been already used to it, she would've freaked right now. Percy stared at the bubble for a few seconds before it turned into a small fish that went swimming in practically nothing but air. Then, she asked very softly, "Does he … does he love me, mommy? Like you love me?"

"Oh, baby," Sally heaved a sigh, feeling tears starting to prickle at the corners of her eyes. "Of course. Your father was beyond happy to know you would be his daughter. He always talked to you when you were still in my tummy." Percy giggled at that. "Don't think for even a second that he doesn't love or want you, you hear me, sweetie? You are so loved by your father, and I just know that he would be so proud of you. You have his black hair, you know, and his green eyes."

Percy beamed at hearing this, and when her water fish swam toward her, she raised her hand as though to stroke him, making him turn into a tiny jellyfish of water. "Really? Like really, mommy?"

"Yes, really," Sally laughed, brushing away some strands of hair from her daughter's face. It was already nearly reaching her butt. "It pained him to go to his people, but he was needed there, you see. He brought them peace. So never doubt your father's love. He loved us both greatly, sweetie, and I still do love him, too."

"Like you love me?"

Sally chuckled in amusement, watching in amazement as Percy formed the water into a tiny man who danced around them with a large topper on his head. Small sprinkles of water rained down on both of them. "No, baby, it's a different kind of love. The love I have for you will never go away, it will always remain. I will do anything to keep you as happy and healthy as you are right now, and no matter who you will become or what you will do – I'd still love you. The love I have for your father is something entirely different. I loved him so much that I wanted to spend all my life with him. He made me feel all tingly and excited, like the feeling you get when you sit in a roller coaster."

Percy, the smart little girl she was, broke into a fit of giggles. "You had a crush on Daddy?"

"You can put it like that," Sally grinned. "But it was more than just a crush. You see, I fell in love with him."

The color in her baby girl's eyes became lighter as they sparked with curiosity. "What's that mean, Mommy?"

"Well," Sally began as she searched for words to explain it properly to a five-year-old, "Falling in love … it's one of the best feelings in the whole world. It makes you want to smile all the time, and you feel both giddy and nervous when you're next to the person you've fallen in love with. You forgive them when they do something wrong because you love them despite their flaws. You want to share everything with them, and all of a sudden, you can't imagine a life without them. You want to experience everything with the person you fell in love with."

"Wow," Percy gasped in awe. "I want to be in love, too, mommy. Will I fall in love, too?"

Sally couldn't help the laugh escaping her. "I'm sure you will, sweetie. Give it some time, and you will have all the boys tripping over their feet for you."

"But boys are stupid." Percy wrinkled her small nose. "I won't share my dollies with them." When Sally let out another laugh, Percy opened her arms wide and embraced her mother in a big hug, a cheerful giggle escaping her lips. "I think I will be in love with you, Mommy!"

"Aw, baby, that's so sweet," Sally cooed, returning her girl's hug just as tightly. She breathed in the clean strawberry scent coming from her hair and hugged her just a little tighter. When Percy let out a small yawn, she knew it was time for her to sleep. Her smile became wider when her daughter made her tiny water figurine disappear.

But if one would look a little closer, they would see the sadness hiding behind Sally's smile.

… TST …

A freak.

That's what they called her.

Percy could no longer understand the world.

It happened a few months later, on a bright sunny day at preschool. Percy, the social butterfly she was, had decided it was time to show all her friends that she could do magic. She had never been more excited to go to preschool, but unfortunately, things didn't go as planned.

As her friends gathered around her at a small table, she told them excitedly about the fact that she was able to do magic, and when they didn't believe her … well, she showed them. The water in the glass before her slowly rose into the air as she squinted her eyes at it, hovering just above their heads. Percy felt so proud upon looking into the baffled faces of her friends. Then, however, a girl with red pigtails started accusing it of not being normal. She began telling them that her mother had once watched a documentation on how witches were being hunted many, many years ago because they'd had control over the four elements – water being one of them.

"No, it's normal," Percy tried to protest angrily. "I'm not a bad witch."

But the kids took the other girl's side, and soon, every child at the preschool was calling her either a witch or a freak. Her girlfriends started to play without her in the doll corner, even going as far as stealing Percy's favorite Barbie doll. When she got it back, the doll had black eyes and black hair. Upon telling the preschool teacher, the mean girls said that witches like Percy didn't deserve to have Barbie dolls.

That day, Percy sat alone in the break, sniffing quietly and wiping her eyes, her doll pressed tightly against her chest.

Something happened with her powers that day. Percy didn't do it intentionally, but she was able to understand that her powers were a bad thing. People were afraid of her because of it, and so she decided to never, ever use her powers again. They were evil and bad and resulted in fear and loneliness.

Needless to say, it was the first and last day Percy came home after school in tears.

… TST …

"I don't like him."

Sally tried her best to keep herself from giving in to exasperation.

Her daughter, nine years already, was sitting opposite of her, her eyes narrowed into green slits as she stared at her mother before sliding her gaze back to the man behind her mom. He was short and fat, his belly expanding over his belt, and he had, like, only three strands of hair carefully laid out on his bald head. His eyes were small and mud-brown and currently glaring at Percy. The dislike seemed to be pretty mutual.

"Percy, please," Sally tried to reason with her daughter, "Just give Gabriel a chance, will you? He was really excited to meet you."

"Yes," the man, Gabriel, agreed. "Really, Percy, you don't have to give your mother such a hard time. I can be your new daddy, you know."

Percy made a disgusted face. She also caught her mother rolling her eyes. Why would her mom bring that ugly troll home when she obviously didn't like him? She very much doubted that she was in love with him like she was with Percy's real father. She wanted her real dad to come back, suddenly showing up at their door and beating her mother's new boyfriend out of the house. Perhaps her thoughts were a little too violent for a nine-year-old girl, but Percy really, really, really didn't like Gabriel Ugliano. His last name said pretty much everything.

"I don't like him," Percy repeated, crossing her arms across her chest. "And I don't want him here."

Sally exhaled loudly.

Gabriel narrowed his eyes, causing Percy to sneer at him. It was honestly no surprise that he tried to pull a good front with her mother but totally hated Percy. She couldn't understand why her mother wanted that troll to be her boyfriend. Her mom was pretty with long hair that was brown like chocolate and blue eyes, and she was awesome and funny and made the best cookies ever. Gabriel was short and smelly and ugly, completely undeserving of her beloved mother.

Smelly Gabe, that sounded perfect.

"Percy, no more discussion about this," Sally said strictly, stifling a tired sigh. "Gabriel will live with us in a few weeks, and I expect from you both to get along decently, all right?"

Percy gritted her teeth, avoiding her mother's gaze before throwing a distasteful glare at Gabe. "Only if he'll sleep in the basement."

"Perseia Nyx Jackson, that's enough!"

Huffing, Percy clamped her mouth shut and looked at her mother, feeling tears of anger and frustration prickle at the back of her eyes. She hated Gabriel. He was ruining everything. It had always been just her and her mother, and now even she was turning against Percy. It was all Gabriel's fault, honestly. Clenching her fists, she glared at him in hatred and jolted to her feet.

"I'm going to my room," she announced, her arms still crossed as she looked between her mother and Smelly Gabe. "Hopefully, you'll dump him into the next garbage bin by tomorrow."

Before her mother had the chance to say anything, Gabriel cut in, "Now, Percy, that's not nice. Where are your manners?"

"That's Perseia for you," she spat at him as she rushed into her room, shutting the door as loudly as she could to express her anger. It was the first time in many years that she felt the need to use her powers again. Or her magic, as she'd liked to call it. It had always managed to calm her down, but her powers were something she hadn't been touching into for a long time, and she didn't intend to do it just now.

That day, she prayed to every deity she'd learned about in school.

It was the first out of many times that she prayed to have her father back.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Please don't shoot me! I know, I know, it's been a long time since I published this story, and this chapter was due for a really long time, but to be quite honest, my motivation was like a wave, always up and then down. But it hit me like a 'lil bitch today, and I finished more than half of the chapter in one go today. I'm quite motivated, and I promise you that the next chapters won't be taking this long to be posted. In fact, I've already started writing the next one!

So, I hope all of you liked this chapter, eh? Honestly, it was so much fun to write about Percy's childhood! I didn't want to make it overly long seeing as how it would've had unnecessary information and fillers, so I tried to tie everything nicely into one solid package. I tried to go into the important aspects of Percy's childhood – Poseidon's inner turmoil, her interaction with her mother, her powers, her curiosity about her dad, and the appearance of Gabe. All the things that have made a huge impact on slowly starting to form Percy into the woman she's meant to become.

Also, a huge thank you to all readers who reviewed, favorited, and followed. You're amazing, guys, I'm so happy and grateful for your support!

Next chapter, we'll be starting to delve into The Lightning Thief, and oh my holy gods, guys, I'm so excited, I'm literally jumping here. No joke.

Also, I noticed some people talking about pairings in the reviews, and I still haven't decided what choice to make regarding this. I can honestly see Percy with everyone if I'll get a little inspiration to write about her with that particular pairing. I think I'm going to leave that decision to you, so here's my question: With whom should Percy end up? It's obviously the endgame pairing I'm talking about, because I plan on having her have one or two relationships before settling down with someone for good. I'm open for everything, be it femslash, threesomes, foursomes, or things that come to your mind.

The most important thing you must consider is that I won't pair her up with Annabeth or even make Annabeth male. Then, I could just copy off the books, that's just my opinion. This is, however, a complete rewrite which is going to be quite Canon Divergent, so I'll probably shake up all canon pairings, hehe.

So leave me some nice words, will ya?