Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson or any other character associated with the franchise. I am also aware that this story may be similar to Working Class Hero by Felicity Dream; I have no intentions to copy their work.

Chapter 1

Percy paused before he continued "My mom's dead and dad was lost at sea." After that he shut his mouth and looked around the room. Fortunately now Julian knew the boy's name he could find his medical records, he also found the child's age, which was handy. Julian paused turning back to his young patient he asked carefully.

"When did your mother die, Percy?" He knew this was a sensitive topic for the young child because he tensed slightly and Julian immediately regretted asking. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." He sighed. Percy seemed to stare at him and a small bond passed between them.

"A year ago," Percy mumbled quietly. Julian frowned, the boy was homeless then? Percy seemed to read his thoughts and continued. "I stayed with my step-dad for a while but he was mean and hurt me, so I ran away. I've been living in the park ever since," he finished. Julian was shocked, not only had the boy lost his father and mother at a young age, he was staying with an abusive step-father. Julian collected himself then patted the 10 year olds head.

"I will let you get settled in," he said whilst standing up, "why don't you rest, yeah?" he tried to coax the child out of his shell. Percy nodded before snuggling down under the blankets. Julian decided to leave the boy to sleep and walked out into the hallway.

When the door shut behind him he was approached immediately by a nurse. The nurse was carrying some charts. "Dr Marquez, I have the boys test results, it's not good news." She passed him the records. Julian scanned the words before he noticed one word he was dreading to see, Leukaemia. There was no way the child would live to see 16. It was sad and heart breaking, no one could be there with him when it happened and the hospital could not afford to let him stay. But Julian could not release Percy until he was stable and couldn't bear the thought of seeing him alone and weak on the streets.

"Excuse me, Doctor Marquez; a man is here to see you." One of the nurses inquired, startling him from his thoughts. He nodded and followed the nurse to where the man was seated. The man had dark hair that had been wind swept; he wore Bermuda shorts and a Hawaiian shirt. He was also carrying an old fishing pole that glistened green at the tip, but the most startling thing was his eyes; they were bright green like Percy's, but held more knowledge or a burden. Looking around Julian noticed they were alone so proceeded to bow to the man before addressing him.

"Lord Poseidon." The gods eyebrows shot up he was not expecting to be recognised. "I'm Julian Marquez, son of Apollo. I have been treating Percy; he is your son, yes?" Julian had not called himself the son of Apollo for a long time now. All he wanted was to have a normal life and a job. Poseidon was still shocked to have been noticed as a god but was not so surprised that a child of Apollo was taking care of Percy. Apollo could never keep his pants on.

"Yes, Percy is my son. May I ask what is wrong with him?" Julian had never known a god to be polite, he then realised that Poseidon was trying to appear human. So to keep up the façade he replied.

"Percy is very sick. I have run plenty of different tests and came to the conclusion that he has leukaemia. It is terminal and I don't think he will live to the age of 16." Poseidon sat down again and buried his head in his hand. Julian spoke again before his brain said no. "Sir I think it would be best for him to go to Camp Half Blood, he will be safe from monsters plus there are more Apollo children to take care of him." That was it, Julian waited to be incinerated for his foolishness. Poseidon looked up at him with eyes that were longing to see the child in question. "I will take you to him." They left the waiting room and walked back to Percy's bedside.

Percy was currently sleeping, his dark hair covering his eyes, white sheets blending with his pale skin. The lord of the seas gasped before sitting down on the chair by the bed. "Oh, Percy," he mumbled "does he know about me?" the question was directed at Julian but his eyes never left Percy for a moment.

Julian didn't know how to answer. "I didn't tell him anything," he began "but he said he lived with his mother till she died, so she might have told him."

Poseidon nodded and tried to think clearly. None of the other gods could know he had broken the law; Zeus would definitely try to kill his son; although Percy was dying anyway. Poseidon made his choice Percy would go to camp and be claimed as the son of the seas. He noticed Percy had started to stir and started to gently brush the hair from the little eyes. "Percy wake up, open your eyes." Percy's eyes shot open at the unfamiliar voice and he tried to struggle out of his father's embrace. "Percy its ok, you're safe. I won't hurt you." Poseidon reassured the child, who seemed to calm down. The sea god looked up at Julian who was stood uncomfortably in the corner. "You can go; I will explain everything to him." Julian looked grateful as he smiled at Percy before disappearing out of the door.

Percy was scared he didn't want Dr Julian to leave him alone with the strange man, who smelt strangely like the sea. They sat for a few minutes just listening to the rhythmic machines attached to him. Until finally the man spoke,

"Percy, do you know who I am?" Percy shook his head; he then looked up into the man's sea-green eyes. It was like looking into a mirror, realisation struck him. The man nodded smiling before Percy tackled him into a hug, laughing.

"Dad, you came back!" Percy cried overjoyed; he had never met his father until now and was surprised that he wasn't angry with his dad.

Poseidon then told everything to the child, he took care to explain the details. Stopping every so often to make sure Percy was listening. Eventually he got to the most difficult part, his illness. Percy was looking up at him the entire time with a curious expression on his face. Nerves crept into the gods' mind, he so desperately wanted to keep his son with him under the ocean; Amphitrite would never agree to it, she hated his children. "Percy, I need to tell you something else. It's important." Percy looked up and into his fathers' eyes. Poseidon gulped. "The reason that you are here Percy is because you are very sick. You have leukaemia Percy." He choked out the last part.

Percy was shocked he had leukaemia it wasn't possible, it wasn't, right? He was the son of Poseidon, the god of the seas. Demigods shouldn't get sick, ambrosia, nectar they were supposed to heal people. Yet deep in his heart he knew, he could not be healed, he wasn't going to live much longer. After he let this soak in he gazed at his dad, who was secretly crying, tears of gold made tracks down his tanned features. "Dad, how much longer do I have?" he asked, his father looked at him and he had his answer. "Where am I going to stay?" he had a lot more questions, but by looking at the man next to him he knew that, he had to be strong for his fathers' sake.

"Percy, you will be taken to a camp by a friend of mine. You'll be safe there and well taken care of, plus you can make friends." Percy nodded acceptingly and started to get up but Poseidon would not allow this. He pulled Percy back into his embrace. "Percy just rest, I know you wish to go and thank you for trying to be strong but for now just relax." He reassured his son. Eventually Percy fell asleep again so Poseidon took the opportunity to call Hermes; quietly he went to the adjoining bathroom and made a rainbow appear.

"Hermes, mount Olympus." He called into the rainbow, a moment later the messenger gods face appeared in the water. He looked slightly shocked for his uncle to be calling him. "Hermes I need you to take my son to camp half blood." Poseidon began before Hermes could say anything.

"Uncle, since when do you have a son? And why do you need me to take him?" Hermes asked his uncle with a puzzled look. "I am very busy." He added hoping Poseidon would change his mind.

"Hermes, you are by far the best for this task, plus Zeus must not know he is my child so he will have to stay in your cabin." Poseidon tried to sweet talk his nephew a bit.

Hermes gave up, better to save all the verbal battles for the next council meeting. "Alright I'll take him," he relented "but uncle where are you? That doesn't look like Atlantis behind you." Poseidon suddenly became nervous he was obviously hoping no one would notice.

"I am… um… well, I'm not in Atlantis. You see the thing about Percy is that he has leukaemia and well his is suffering a lot from it. So I thought it would be better if a god took him to the camp. Plus you have a lot of children that might take care of him better than I can." He finally admitted all of it. The shock on his nephews face would have been comical if the situation wasn't so serious. "Ok I'll come get him in 1 hour and flash him to camp." Hermes said to him through the link before disappearing.

"Dad" a quiet voice said behind him. Poseidon spun around and saw Percy leaning against the door frame, panting. "Perseus, what are you doing here you're supposed to be in bed?" Poseidon asked his son whilst bending down to his height. Percy had cringed at his full name being used and replied to his father "I heard you talking to someone, I was scared." Tears were starting to fall from the child's eyes. Poseidon scooped him up quickly and murmured in his ear. "Percy, everything is ok. I was talking to my friend who is going to take you to camp, he will be here soon."

Percy looked up at his father with teary eyes. "Will I ever see you again?" He asked him. His father nodded his head a said to him "I don't think the fates would be that cruel Percy and no matter what I will come to see you, I promise." Percy didn't know his father well but he knew that a promise was an important thing for a god. Father and son spent the next hour together in peace; until Hermes came.

The god of thieves arrived and waited patiently for the father and son to separate and say goodbye. Dr Julian was also in the room finishing the discharge notice and checking Percy's vitals. Poseidon walked over to join him and explained his sons' illness, the poor child. Not only did he have leukaemia, he had dyslexia and ADHD too like a lot of other demigods. Hermes felt terrible the boy would never grow up, have children, go on quests, and get married. The list was endless.

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