I guess I should start by saying something about Rick Riordan owning all the characters. Also, thanks for the encouraging comments, I intend to keep going.

Chapter 3: First Impressions

Percy was too shocked to say anything for a moment. He couldn't believe that his father was making him get married. Forced to be with someone that he didn't even know. Without being prompted, his dad told him the full story and Percy just listened, afraid that if he opened his mouth, his yelling would resume. He was so frustrated and disgusted.

"So you agree to do this?" Poseidon had the audacity to ask.

Percy was about to explode! Who did he think he was? As he opened his mouth to tell his father HECK NO, a waitress walked up to them. Her nametag read Katie and she looked a Percy shyly, like she was scared that he would yell at her, "Mr. Jackson?"

"Yes," he confirmed. He wanted to put her at ease so he tried to smile, but was pretty sure it was more of a grimace.

"There is a phone call for you in the back. Someone named Beckendorf. He said it was urgent," she finished apologetically.

"We will finish this when I get back," he growled at his father. Then he followed Katie to the phone.

Annabeth watched in outrage as her mother turned her back and marched into the restaurant. Knowing that she had no other choice, she followed her in, hands clenched in fists at her side. All she could think about was how much she hated Athena. It was bad enough that she hadn't been in Annabeth's life until she was in college, but to find out that the only reason she had finally shown up was to marry her off…

Thoughts swirled through her head, each more angry and violent then the last. By the time they reached the Maître d', she had gone through about seventy different ways to kill her mother and Zeus. None of them were humane.

As they walked to find their table Annabeth's eyes searched for someone remotely her age but saw no one. "Maybe I have to get married to an old man!" she thought in panic.

Her mother grabbed her arm lightly, but firmly making it clear she was in control, "Stand up straight, do not show them that you are upset, and whatever you do, they should know that you are a brilliant young woman with a bright future ahead of you." Athena locked her grey eyes with Annabeth's matching ones, "Because you are brilliant and beautiful, and I am proud to call you my daughter."

Despite her better judgment, Annabeth's heart swelled until she remembered that she was being used. They approached a table with a single man. He was older, about 50 if she were to guess, very tan with age lines around his mouth that led her to believe that he laughed a lot. He stood up as they approached, "Athena, a pleasure as always." He held his hand out for her to shake but she only offered a stiff nod in return. Instead of looking upset about it, he just turned his attention to Annabeth his eyes twinkling in amusement, "You must be Annabeth, I'm Poseidon."

Annabeth saw no reason to dislike the man. Sure, he was her mother's enemy who didn't care that he was ruining the Grecians' lives by drilling oil, but he might be her future father in law and she saw no reason to burn that bridge yet. Plus, he seemed nice to her. "Yes, that would be me," she replied reaching out to take shake his hand.

The small, awkward party sat down, "My son Percy should be back soon, he had a work call. Somehow they always find out where he is, even when his cell is off." Annabeth recognized his feeble attempt at a joke so she laughed mechanically, still processing what had happened in less than a half an hour. As opposed to this marriage as she was, a small part of her brain noticed Poseidon's pleasant looks and assumed that he must have been very handsome when he was younger. This led her to hope that his son had inherited some of it.

She mentally slapped herself for allowing her brain to think like that. This was business, that's it. Even if he looked like Ryan Gosling, she refused to be okay with this marriage.

Percy was fed up with his job when he hung up the phone. His lead engineer, Beckendorf, had just called to say that there had been massive damage done to the newest oil rig that they had set up in the Atlantic as well as the 20th floor of their office building, where one of the bathrooms flooded. He did not think that his night could get any worse. And he was wrong.

Wallowing in self-pity, he trudged back to the table. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw that two more people had joined his father. He wondered who they could be when it hit him, Annabeth Chase the girl who was supposed to be his new fiancé and her mother.

Percy's heart skipped a beat when he truly looked at her for the first time. She was beautiful with long, blond hair, curled perfectly, framing her face. He watched her laugh at a joke his father was telling and he felt his own face curl up into a smile. "This might not be bad," he thought.

His confidant swagger came back as he approached the table. He put on his best charming smile, "Sorry, I had to take care of something big. I guess a CEO's work is never done."

Annabeth looked at him for the first time and he saw that she had the most amazing eyes. They were grey, almost silver with a hint of light blue streaks going through them. But, her smile dropped almost immediately and she glared at him.

It startled him how much fear she could invoke in him. He fought the urge to step out of punching range. "Hello, my name is Percy Jackson," he tried, hoping that her anger would albeit.

"Annabeth Chase." She turned away, giving her mother a look. "This is going to be a long night," he thought bitterly.