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Disclaimer: Percy Jackson and the Olympians being to Rick Riordan.

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It was an astonishingly sweltering afternoon in New York, when Sally donned her uniform and started her afternoon shift at the sweet shop, Sweet on America. After safely depositing Percy with a few toys in the back stockroom, she made her way to the counter to get ready for the hordes of people who would surely be coming in to escape the heat and buy a few treats. Compared to the fast-paced life outside of the store in New York, the store seemed peaceful, with its walls lined with barrels filled to the brim with golden caramel squares, colorfully wrapped toffees, and (Percy's favorite) assortment of multicolored candies. Almost immediately after this reflection, the bell attached to the door jingled, and she was introduced to the first customer of many that followed.


At the end of the day, everything looked weary, from the barrels of candy that had decreased substantially, to the front door that squeaked on its hinges as if it would fall off it someone dared open it again. As a precaution, Sally checked up on Percy, and slowly began cleaning up the store for its closing. It had been a long day, so when she heard the door bell tinkle again, without looking up, she brusquely announced, "I'm sorry, but the store will be closing for a few minutes, is there anything specific you are loo-," before stopping mid-sentence from a sight that caused her mouth to gape open.

Poseidon stood comically out of place wearing a loud Hawaiian shirt and beach shorts in a small candy store in New York City. The only difference from when Sally had last seen him was that he sported a few grey hairs and his eyes were nostalgic. She genuinely appreciated his efforts to not make her feel so old from the grey hairs she knew she also had. Even though they both knew that he was thousands of years old, it was the intentions that counted.

Multiple questions raced in her head, each one becoming more alarming than the next. But they all came to a halt when without a word, he pulled out a scrap of paper with the words Camp Half-Blood written on it along with an unfamiliar address. Sally knew what this could mean, as Poseidon had told all of the going ons of the Olympian world when they first started courting. Her only word was, "When?" To which his response was, "Soon, preferably in two years, or when the monsters start coming." Protestations of how her Percy was just too young, too innocent, to have to fear supposedly mythological monsters rose to her lips and died. "There will be another way I can find, and the camp will only be the last resort," Sally stubbornly retorted, before hoping that it wouldn't ever come to that. Just as Poseidon was possibly going to tell her another reason, a startling crash echoed from the stockroom. Jumping to her feet, heart pounding, Sally raced to the stockroom, foolishly praying that their talk of monsters hadn't attracted a real one. Poseidon followed on her heels, both of them dashing to the room as is their lives depended on it.

The stockroom looked thoroughly untampered, when they arrived. Nothing looked unordinary, and there seemed to be no signs of broken windows or other ways of forced entry. Worryingly, there also was no trace of Percy. After frantic searching in every nook and cranny, a rational part of her mind reminded her that a god was currently by her side. Turning to Poseidon, she expected to see a mirror expression of terror and worry on his face. Instead, he looked faintly amused and strolled across the room to put his hands into a barrel of blue candy. Sally almost chastised him that now was not the time to filch candy from the stockroom, when he dragged out a little toddler with black hair, green eyes, and a blue mouth stained from the candy. She didn't know to cry from relief or laugh at the sight of her toddler son being pulled from a candy barrel. Percy's only response was, "Who' you?" before trying to shove more candy into his mouth.

Poseidon only laughed and morosely handed her the paper with the information on it before leaving with a last yearning glance at the family he left behind.


When Sally and Percy finally got back to their small apartment, she found a small bag of blue candy hanging from the door knob with a note reading, "Someday."


Author's Note:

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