You guys are the best! Your reviews made me so happy that I exploded rainbows! I can't tell you how thrilled I am that you like it! Anyway, I'm sorry I couldn't update yesterday—I had a wrestling meet. That chick felt the need to wipe the mat with my face. Oh well! I promise this chapter is longer! And, to comment on something iluvcoffe123 reviewed, I am an extreme grammar freak. It pained me physically to just write Emma's speaking parts… Thank you to all who read and reviewed and please enjoy this chapter!

Chiron knew who Emma was—exactly who she was. The resemblance was striking and Emma's mannerisms were extraordinarily similar to her father's. The conclusion he come to had to, unfortunately, be the only logical one.

Three hours after Emma arrived—and promptly fell asleep on the couch—Chiron sent Argus to buy a pair of pajamas and a stuffed bear for her. He was just thankful she was potty trained. Chiron had stayed up all night wondering how to address this...problem at the councilor's meeting he would soon call.

"Good morning, campers," he shouted at the loud group of teenagers eating breakfast. The clamor quieted.

"Good morning, Chiron," they chanted back.

"I'd like to announce that a camp councilor meeting will be held immediately after breakfast at the Big House." A small collective groan resounded through the campers. "Yes, yes, I know."

"Whoop -de-do," yawned a bleary-eyed Mr. D. "Eat your food, you ingrates. It's only costing us Zeus knows how much in labor fees." The sky rumbled. Mr. D rolled his eyes. Chatter amongst campers quickly picked back up. Chiron made brief eye contact with Percy Jackson before walking out of the pavilion to the Big House.

"Emma. Emma, look at me. No, stop jumping on the couch! Look at me, sweetheart!" Chiron was growing more impatient by the second. Emma finally looked at the horse-man, now in a wheel chair. "There are some people here who are going to see you, okay?" Emma nodded. "Good. Now, your mommy and daddy are going to be here, but they'll look a little different. Do you know why?"

Emma nodded again, this time sadly. "Because I pushed the buttons on the port and I got put back in time." Chiron was impressed—she clearly understood more than most five-year-olds.

"Very good. Your mommy and daddy are fifteen right now. They don't know you yet, and I think it would be best if you showed them who your parents are in your time, rather than ours. Do you understand?" The little girl had tears in her eyes as she nodded her affirmative a final time. Mommy and Daddy didn't know her. Mommy and Daddy didn't love her. "I believe you have something in your dress pocket that will help you show them."

Emma face brightened significantly as he said that. She knew what he meant and she would see Mommy and Daddy soon! "Yes, sir!"

"Then let's go meet everyone." Chiron smiled warmly at the girl in red, Dora footie pajamas. He led her out of the guest room of sorts and into a large hallway. Emma heard voices floating up to her ears from the door on the other side. She walked quicker when she heard her mommy's voice, but Chiron pulled her back, signaling for her to wait. Chiron opened the large double doors.

Emma peeked carefully from behind Chiron and saw eight teenagers gathered around a ping-pong table.

"Everyone," Chiron began, "I have someone I want you to meet." He wheeled forward and revealed Emma to the group. A dark haired girl named Silena began to coo at the sight of Emma.

"Aren't you the cutest thing?" she gushed. "Oh, whose daughter is she? Please say Aphrodite," Silena squealed. Emma heard the excited teenager, but she was staring straight at Percy. It took every bone in her entire body not to run headlong at the boy and hug him as tight as she could. Her daddy was sitting five feet away from her, and he didn't even know who she was.

"No, she's not a daughter of Aphrodite. Sweetheart? Would you like to tell them your name?" Chiron's question didn't seem like the "optional" type.

"My name's Emma," she whispered, her eyes looking at her pajama covered feet. "Emma Jackson."

Percy stiffened at the sound of his last name and looked straight into the little girl's eyes. They were exactly like his own. He stifled a gasp. It was just a coincidence, that's all. Jackson isn't an uncommon last name. Green eyes aren't an uncommon color.

"That's a pretty name," Annabeth said reassuringly to the girl. Annabeth was seated opposite of Percy and a few to the right. They hadn't spoken in a week—it felt like their friendship was on the rocks for the stupidest reasons these days.

Percy noticed that the little girl beamed at Annabeth's comment. "Thank you," Emma said, a little louder this time.

"Where are your parents?" Clarisse pressed. It was a simple enough question to ask small children; it helped other's figure out if their godly parent was a male or female. But Emma looked uncertain. She glanced at Chiron.

"They…um…aren't here," she admitted. "Can I sit down?" Emma looked very tired but she skipped forward happily when Annabeth patted her lap, telling her that it was okay to sit with her. Emma couldn't have been happier.

Annabeth wrapped her arms securely around the girl. She felt an odd connection to her in some way she couldn't put to words. "Well, do you have a mommy or daddy?" Cautiously, Annabeth stroked Emma's hair, trying to coax a response out of her. Emma leaned into her.

"I have both," Emma said sadly. Everyone at the table looked at her confusedly.

"Probably a step-parent," Annabeth mouthed to them. Emma once again glanced at Chiron as if unsure. Chiron nodded at her.

"I can show them to you," Emma sighed reluctantly. She hopped down from Annabeth's lap and ran out of the room, her blonde hair trailing behind her.

"That was really weird," Travis breathed. "Do you think she's getting a picture?" Connor nodded at his brother. Silena snuggled into Charlie.

"I still think she's the most adorable thing I've ever seen," she harrumphed, clearly jealous that Annabeth had gotten to hold Emma. Percy still wanted to know whose daughter she was and why it was so important that they all meet to see her.

"Chiron, why do we need to be here for this?" Percy asked.

"You will see in a few moments," he answered gravely. Just then, Emma popped back into the room holding an odd looking drachma in her hand. Its edges were dusted in fine blue paint. Emma cupped the drachma in her hand and whispered something to it before tossing it into the air. Bewildered was not a strong enough word to describe the group's collective expression. A huge oval shimmered and formed a solid pictured. A raven haired man kneeling next to a blonde woman that was sitting on a bed. He held her tightly in his arms. The group watched in rapture.

"Shh," the man whispered, his face was buried in her neck, their faces unable to be seen. "It's okay. We'll find her. Annabeth, please…stop crying. This stress isn't good for the baby, you know that." The man pulled back and placed a hand on the woman called Annabeth's obviously swollen stomach.

The Annabeth in the council room sat completely frozen in her chair. She knew her own face—it looked older in the Iris-message, but she knew it. She also knew that despite the facial hair, the man holding her future self…was Percy Jackson. The room was dead silent.

"I know," Future Annabeth said quickly, allowing Future Percy to wipe her tears away. "I'm just so worried. She's been gone all night and this morning. Percy, what if she's missing for good?" Future Annabeth was in hysterics.

"Hey," Percy said softly. "She's your daughter—she's smart enough to find a way home. We'll find her soon, okay?" Annabeth nodded.

"But what if—," Future Percy cut her off with a deep kiss that she immediately responded to. Present Percy and Annabeth stared in horror, flushing dark red.

"No 'buts'. We're going to find her." Annabeth smiled. Emma then found this to be the perfect opportunity to shout: "Mommy, Daddy," at the same time Present Annabeth felt the need to scream at the top of her lungs: "I'm not married to Seaweed Brain!"

Future Percy and Annabeth looked up in shock and saw their daughter. "Emma," Percy gasped as he lurched forward, almost pressed against the mist. "Emma! Baby girl, where are you? Are you safe? Are you hungry? Why are you with…me?" Percy trailed off when he made eye-contact with his past self. He sighed deeply. "You touched the port, didn't you?"

Emma looked down at her feet. "Yes, sir." Percy ran a hand over his face.

"How many times have we told you not to do that? When are you?" Future Percy asked his questions while wrapping his arms around his shell-shocked wife. Percy and Percy stared at each other. "I look fifteen. She's eleven years in the past."

"Whoa, whoa, wait!" Travis shouted. "Percy can do math…and be a responsible dad?"