PJO~ What if…

Here are the rules:

When we do a WHAT IF? story, the first one is by me. Then the WHAT IF? is picked by anyone. Each time, there's a category.

You can do pretty much anything with the suggestions, from he really isn't Poseidon's son to he's Franks great-times-a-thousand-brother, not uncle or whatever he really is. (in the books).

Whatever we decide on, there is absolutely positively no cursing. No mildly bad words. Nothing secular and nothing like changing the gender.

After this WHAT IF?, the next one will be continuing off of this one, and then that one of the prior, etc.

Because no categories were chosen, I'll try to do it a different way.

What if… Emma wasn't Poseidon's daughter?

EMMA

As soon as I heard Annabeth, I sprinted back to her. She was trying not to cry, I could tell, but failing. I gently put my arms around her and called Percy via cell phone to payphone, and Percy answered immediately.

"Hello?" his voice echoed through the phone.

"Percy- Annabeth's hurt," I trembled, pouring out what I knew. Before long, he was there in the truck. He had brought some groceries (and by some, I mean enough to make a teacup Chihuahua feel stuck), so Annabeth and I sat in the trunk of the truck. Annabeth passed out on the way to Mom's house, which was okay by me. I was used to carrying more in my arms than legs, being a gymnast. Percy drove away to get a brace for Annabeth, leaving me to take care of her. I carefully pulled off her baggy t-shirt over her bathing suit one-piece (we were originally going to the beach afterwards), put them in the dirty clothes hamper, and got some warm water running. By now, Annabeth was awake and pitifully whimpering. I guided her to the bathtub and she slipped in.

"Thank you," she whispered as I opened a book and began to read to her The Odyssey.

"Oh, my goodness, Annabeth, are you okay?" Sally rushed towards Annabeth, who was sitting in the dining room.

"Yeah, just- just fractured my arm." Annabeth winced as Sally squeezed her too tight, accidentally getting her brace caught.

"My dear girl! Here, have a cookie," Sally placed her [famous] blue cookies on the table in front of Annabeth.

"Thanks," she replied, taking three. She bit into one, and her eyes, still full of pain, sparkled a little. I saw Annabeth finally become a little girl again, one who needed others to help her. I took three as well, and chewed the moist, chocolaty, sweet goodness. Sally served some blue-colored milk for dipping, and retreated back to the kitchen for… something.

"Mom," I called, trailing her, "where are you going?"

She turned around, and in her hands, there was a navy blue cake with "Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year" beautifully written with baby-blue frosting.

"Yum!" was all I could say, for Sally winked and opened a cabinet. Then she opened something ELSE in the cabinet and stuck the cake in there. I knew in my gut that it was time for decorating and wrapping and cleaning for company. I winked back and got a bowl out for cereal when Sally nipped me, getting my attention. She jerked her head over to the oven, where green bean casserole was cooling. So that's what I smelled earlier. Sally motioned for me to take it out and set it on the island where Annabeth couldn't see it, but smell it and get hungry. I did so, and she took out some condiments: Parmesan cheese, ketchup (for the meatloaf in the lower oven), and red and white sauce (for the pasta sitting in the microwave. I smiled. This was going to be good.

ANNABETH

What on earth is taking Percy so long? I just asked him to get some groceries for me, ran through my mind over and over again until I smelled the delicious-smelling food. I smiled inwardly. Sally, Sally, Sally. You just love to take care of your babes, huh? Not that she didn't like Sally doing it, heavens no. Annabeth was well familiar with this routine: Anytime I came over *or anyone else, really*, Sally would conveniently pull out something scrumptious and let it "cool" until my stomach growled. I heard Emma snickering, then saying, "Yum!" As usual, I stayed put, pretending to read a story in English, but really listening intently. Soon I became restless, and decided to go for a walk.

"Sally? I'm going on a walk! Be back at seven-thirty!"

"Hon, why don't you ask Percy to go with you?" Sally's eyes finished her sentence: With your broken arm, you won't be able to fight if a monster comes.

"Okay," I agreed. When I got outside, I texted Percy:

You: Percy, want to go on a walk?

Percy: Busy. Walk later?

You: No; said I'd be back by 7:30. Bye oxoxox

Percy: Bye oxoxox

SALLY

"Mom?" Emma called, peeking out the window. "Percy's back, but Annabeth isn't. What's up with that?"

I chuckled, seeing that everything was working out perfectly.

"Right on time, then. Em, I made sure that Annabeth went away for an hour. After she left, Percy got her text that she'd be going on a walk. Percy's going to help us with setting it up. After all, it is Christmas Eve." I watched her once puzzled eyes grow mischievous.

"Then let's get to it!"

bDeck the halls with boughs of holly/falalallaallalaalalla d

We strung bunches of holly around my small apartment, as the song's lyrics said.

b'Tis the season to be jolly/fallalalalalalalala d

Emma tripped and the fell into the boughs of holly, which made us all laugh and have to re-hang it.

bDon we now our best appearal/fallalaalallalalalala d

We looked at the clock and put on our Christmas clothes, as it was seven-o-clock.

bTroll the ancient yuletide carol/falallalalalallalalaalla/Fallalaalalallalaalaaaaaaaaa aaaaa!

Annabeth came early and we sang Christmas carols around the finished tree and room, with her eyes bright and pleasant.

"Here you go, Percy, and Annabeth, and Emma!" I handed each of them a gift, which they eagerly tore open. Inside were Christmas Eve pajamas I had got them. The girls got onesies (I didn't want to see them so grown up) with yes, attached socks! Percy got a sea blue pullover that hung almost to his ankles. They went to take showers before supper, and then got into the Christmas Eve jammies. The food was "extremely good" and "excruciatingly hard to wait to eat" and "so tempting to eat right away", which were compliments of Percy (with his mouth full), Annabeth (digging in), and Emma (almost falling asleep but eating anyways).

I can't wait to see their faces tomorrow.

Well, I'm done and tired. Even if it is 6:34pm. God bless! Merry (early) Christmas and a (definitely early)happy new year!

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