To andy, in your review you said to check my spelling… I want to say that I use Microsoft Word to type my stories. But if you are referring to Dr. Ag or Dr. Forearm, I'd like to put out that their names are spelled correctly. Ag is the chemical name for silver, and forearm means warning.

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Dear Poseidon

Sally Jackson has always loved Poseidon. Even when they parted, even when she gave birth to Percy, even when she married Gabe. She's never lost touch of Poseidon, either. Read her letters to the sea god about life, work, Percy, and her love.

Previously on Chapter Two of Dear Poseidon,

"Then then most plausible explanation I can extract is, my dear, that you're pregnant."

Sally couldn't move, couldn't breathe.

"P-Pregnant?" she stuttered, her eyes wide with shock. "How- what-"

Dr. Forearm took off her large, round glasses and stared at Sally Jackson with a gaze so intense Sally felt a tremendous urge to look away, but something inside her told her she should defiantly stare back.

"Hear me, Sally Jackson, whom will bear the son of Poseidon," Dr. Forearm spoke quietly. "My name, Forearm, is a warning to you, that in which you should take great notice of. This child of yours, this son of the Big Three, will not live a pure and happy life. You have taken a far too great risk, and if not responsible enough, your child will die before his sixteenth birthday. Mark my words, Sally Jackson; you have sealed your son's fate."

There was no words that could have been used to describe the shock and horror Sally Jackson felt. A swirl of emotions flew around her. A million questions cluttered her mind. Pregnant? A son of Poseidon? Fate?

What?

Suddenly, a bright flash occurred, and Sally had to look away to block the brightness of the blast. When she had removed her hand from her eyes, in front of her no longer stood Dr. Forearm and her violet eyes, but her real specialist, Dr. Ag. For a minute, Dr. Ag blinked ferociously, confusion written all over her face and silver eyes. Then, just as fast as she had appeared, Dr. Ag's face was once again covered by her usual calm look that Sally couldn't stand.

"Oh! Sally dear! How are you, darling? Are you well?" Dr. Ag threw the questions upon Sally rapidly. Sally didn't respond, just stared at the doctor in shock. Did Dr. Ag just… appear out of nowhere? What happened to Dr. Forearm? How did Dr. Forearm know about Sally's short relationship with Poseidon? How would she know about the time they got caught in a- forget that one. How did she know that it would be a boy? What did she mean by the boy will be dead before his sixteenth birthday? How could Sally have sealed her son's fate? Sally couldn't possibly have a child, much less a son. She could barely pay for herself using her hard earned money from work, so how would she be able to support another person?

"Sally?" Dr. Ag's soothing voice broke Sally out of her jumbled thoughts. "Are you alright, dear?"

Sally nodded quickly. "Y-yes, Dr. Ag. I'm… perfectly fine."

Dr. Ag studied her. "Okay, sweetie. Don't be afraid to give me a holler, mm? It's been so eerie here at this old clinic…"

Sally watched Dr. Ag, a stout, wide elderly woman, bustle around the room. Sally couldn't help but wonder if what happened with Dr. Forearm and the flash had to do anything with the things Poseidon had told her about the gods and their real godlike forms. How the blast was so intense that if you hadn't averted your eyes, you'd be incinerated. But that couldn't be possible… could it? The only people who knew about her relationship with Poseidon were her and him. How could others have found out?

By the time Sally had snapped out of her reverie, the small clock on the wall read 2:13pm. Huh. She took much longer than she'd expected. Muttering a quick good bye to Dr. Ag, Sally gathered her belongings and walked out into the bustling walkways of dear ol' Manhattan.

Sally walked around until she found a small payphone booth. She didn't have a cell phone; she thought the need for it was quite slim in her case, and the phone bill would be too high for her eyes to meet. So she settles with the payphones. When she walked in, though, she froze. Who would she call? Why did she even walk here? It was as if her mind had frozen in time. Passerby strangers noticed this young, strange woman, standing frozen in the booth. One man even confronted her, asking her if she needed assistance, but with a simple wave of her hand, he strutted off with his usual business. Eventually, though, Sally knew she would have to leave.

Just as she turned around, Sally's mind continued working enough for her to realize who she'd have to call- her boss. She bit her lip, nervously. How would she tell her boss- a cross woman with no expression of feelings to humanity- that her absence at work was because she found out she was pregnant? She'd probably be fired, if she wasn't already.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" Sally chanted under her breath. What in the world caused her to forget such an important detail? What kind of grown up, adult employee would be absent from work one day, without any future notice whatsoever? Sally felt like a piece of seaweed; a pretty dumb one, too.

As fast as her fingers allowed her to, Sally dialed her boss. For the terrifying three seconds she had to wait, she nearly freaked out when she realized it was her boss' secretary who answered.

"Disney Hyperion Books Publishing Company, who is this speaking?"

"Mary." Sally sighed in relief. Mary was about her age, more or less, and was pregnant with a girl. "Thank god."

On the other end, Mary frowned. Who was this woman talking to her on the phone? How could she have known her name?

When Sally realized that Mary had not responded, Sally felt like smacking herself on the head. Of course. She hadn't told who it was speaking. "M-Mary. It's… it's me, Sally Jackson. Um, I'm kinda calling in to-"

"Sally? Where were you today? The boss was- wait, no- is pissed. You better have a good excuse, or-"

"Mary, I'm pregnant." Sally interrupted.

There was a little silence that fell between the two young mothers. It seemed like decades before Mary spoke. "Boy… or girl?"

"Boy." Sally breathed out.

Mary smiled, even though Sally couldn't hear nor see it. "How many months?"

Sally froze. She didn't know what to say. Dr. Forearm, whoever she is was, had told her nothing but that the baby was a boy. If the gender was known, wouldn't that be three or four months? Something like that?

No, her rational side of the brain broke in. If it really was three or four months, you'd have noticed. But you look normal, no bulging belly, just that pain that you collapsed from. Other than that, you're fine.

She'd have to lie, and wear extremely poufy clothing to make it look like she really was pregnant.

"Five." She decided. "Five months already."

"Five?" Mary shrieked. Sally winced at the loudness. "Wouldn't you have noticed? At five months, I was already quite round, and-"

"That's the thing." Sally argued. "I just thought it was because I was eating too much, and, and, and getting fat, or… you know. I just visited the doctor today to make sure I wasn't deathly ill."

Mary paused, taking it all in. She couldn't retort back, what Sally said was quite true, before Mary knew she was pregnant, she kept thinking it was because she was getting obese, which was impossible. Even Mary's friends said the exact same things.

Sally held her breath. If Mary didn't believe her, she'd have to-

"I believe you." Mary said quietly. "But when the boss asks, you're going to have to wait until he's done. That's what I did. Don't worry; he loves kids and babies, so he'll be nicer and friendlier to you."

"Thank god, I was so close to tearing my hair out."

Mary smiled, and then winced. Sally heard her friend wince.

"Mary? You okay?"

"Yeah, it's just… I felt a kick."

Sally squealed, feeling not her usual self. It had been so long since she spoke about girly issues like this with another female that the feeling was so alien-like to her, and she sure wasn't planning on giving it up just yet.

"Mary! That's wonderful!"

"I know! My baby girl's telling me she loves her mommy!"

At about the time Sally was going to speak, another voice was heard. "Mary! Unless it is your fiancé, I demand that you hand over that phone to me right now!"

Mary's voice trembled, all happiness replaced with fear. "Yes, sir."

Just as she handed the phone to the Boss, she whispered. "Bye Sally. Good luck."

Sally whispered a good bye back as fast.

"Now," the Boss started. "Who is this that kept my secretary Mary talking about female issues, may I ask?"

"It's-" Sally's throat felt dry. She gulped quietly, and answered her boss. "Sally Jackson, sir."

"SALLY JACKSON WHERE THE **** WERE YOU TODAY!" Sally scowled; no need to lay a cuss word on her. "THIS IS LIFE, YOUNG LADY, AND IF ONE REPORTS TO WORK LATE, THEY ARE FIRED! DO YOU KNOW THAT?"

"Yes, sir." Sally's voice sounded like a tiny mouse's squeak compared to the Boss' rants. "It's just that I-"

"DON'T TRY TO SWEET TALK ME! I KNOW WHAT WOMEN ARE CAPABLE OF, AND LET ME ASSURE YOU, I KNOW WHAT MEN CAN DO AS WELL! DO YOU KNOW WHAT I CAN DO, SALLY JACKSON?"

Without waiting for a feeble reply, he continued.

"I CAN FIRE YOU! I CAN TAKE AWAY YOUR PAYCHECK! I CAN TAKE AWAY YOUR HOME! I CAN TAKE AWAY YOUR LIFE-LONG DREAM! WRITING A BOOK, HUH? YOU CAN'T WRITE A BOOK IF YOU GOT NO MONEY! NO FUTURE! NO CAREER! NO-"

"Sir," she spoke quickly. "I was absent because I had to visit the doctor. I'm pregnant, sir."

It was a full three minutes until the Boss found his voice, feeling terribly guilty. "Oh. I'm sorry, girl. My dear apologizes. I- I didn't know. Forget everything I just said, okay sweet peach? But you must tell me, why hadn't you called in? I mean- oh, never mind. You're pregnant. Hmm. Well. Um… take today off."

Sally blinked in shock. "W-what? Take today off? But sir-"

He waved her off. "Nonsense. I remember when my wife became pregnant. Bless her soul. I fought with her boss to make sure she had the day off. Cost me some, but it was worth it."

By now, young Sally Jackson didn't have the heart to remind the old man that his wife had died years ago, through childbirth. Instead, she sufficed with a quick thanks.

"No need to thank me, Sally Jackson. You're pregnant. Enjoy the day out, 'cause it sure is gonna be a wild ride for you for the rest of your life."

No kidding, she thought. She hung up, and as she spun around, a man in a large, dark brown trench coat stood on the other side of the door. She flushed. Great. He probably heard every single word she spoke. Not to mention she took an awful long time in there. She opened the door, and tried to walk out.

"Sir? Sorry, I've taken so long. Truly sorry, but may I please walk through?"

The man turned around. With a quick motion of his hand, he flashed her. She turned her head around, feeling repulsive at the sight of a nude man. Instinctively, her hand inched toward the pepper spray she kept in her bag. By the time she had it out in her hand, the man noticed her reaction, and quickly buttoned up his trench coat, and fled from her.

Sally glared at the direction he had taken. The world is a dangerous place, indeed. She remembered back to when Poseidon had spoken to her of ancient Greece.

"Beautiful place, ancient Greece. There weren't many wars; civilization was simple, not complex like todays'. But… there is something that I could only find here, in this world."

"Hmm? And what would that be?" Sally pressed him, her head on his shoulder as they watched the sun set.

Poseidon turned and faced the most beautiful woman he's ever known since he met Amphitrite. Sally Jackson didn't know that she was gorgeous. She kept belittling herself of it, and Poseidon kept correcting her. With his hand, he cupped her chin, and turned her to face him. He could notice the surprise and joy in her eyes, and knew that her emotions about her were mirroring of his. He only spoke one word.

"You."

And he kissed her, slowly and smooth.

Reflecting on that memory, Sally's hand went expertly to her cheek, as she had done so many times. Even with him gone, she could still feel the ghost of the kiss lingering on her cheek. She couldn't help it; Poseidon was so smooth and romantic when it comes to her attention.

She was caught, she realized. Caught in a net. A net of love.

Sally always knew she really liked Poseidon, but she didn't know that she loved the Sea God. Her walk to her apartment faltered; someone bumped into her, but she didn't notice.

It can't be… she thought. I love Poseidon…?

To herself, it was more of like a question than a statement or proclamation.

By the time she got back home, she fed herself a cold bowl of noodles and checked her email. Nope. The boss had stuck to his word. There was no "You're fired" email hidden in her inbox. Instead, there was a congratulations email from Mary. Sally scanned the email hungrily, and by the time she finished, she felt like she was not as alone.

The next morning, Sally woke to the rare sounds of birds chirping. It was quite queer, but Sally dismissed it.

How odd, she thought.

After eating a quick breakfast, Sally sat down, a piece of paper in her hand. Ten minutes until she'll have to go to work. Five minutes of a walk. Eh, that'll work; Sally writes fast when she wants to.

It didn't take too long for Sally to figure out what she'll write to Poseidon about.

Dear Poseidon,

I know you had received the last letter, because an awfully cute dolphin had swam up to the surface to take the letter. I hope you've forgiven me for refusing; two weeks might seem like a blink of an eye to you, but is terribly dragging for me.

I want to tell you that everything is going fine with me. I want to tell you that my boss nearly fired me yesterday evening. I want to tell you that I've made a new friend, one I can confide in when it comes to certain issues regarding females. They're all things I want to tell you, and I am. Yet there's another. Another issue I need to let you hear of.

Poseidon, you've told me of the pact between you and your brothers. You told me that the three of you forbade each other to not have any affair with mortals. If that is the case, why had you confronted me? My life's forever changed, thanks to you, but don't get the wrong idea- I'm not mad at you. In fact, I'm feeling quite the alternate. Do you know why?

Because... I think- wait, no, that's the wrong way of putting it. Because I know something now. I learned something yesterday, when I visited my doctor. And… I don't know if you have ever felt it, but I sure did last night. I think… I mean, I know… that I love you. I probably had said this in my last letter, but that's because I wasn't sure. Now, I am sure. I do know that I truly love you, Poseidon. It's just new to me. A new concept, loving someone, is new to me.

However, you may be wondering why I was at the doctor's yesterday. You may not like it very much, but I do. In fact, I love it.

My god of the Seas, our fates may have never meant to have connected, but there is no turning back. Don't bother trying to send something to remind me of you, I'll have it all here in a few months.

Poseidon, I'm pregnant. It's a baby boy. I learned so from some doctor named Dr. Forearm. Forearm means warning, doesn't it? Dr. Forearm wasn't something of the Mist, that I can be sure of. Dr. Forearm told me that I bear the son of Poseidon, that our son will not live a pure and happy life. She also said that we have sealed our son's fate that, if I'm not responsible enough, he will die before his sixteenth birthday.

Don't bother trying to consult me and change my mind, I know what I heard. This has to do with your pact, doesn't it? Now, oh gods. Poseidon, what can we do? I don't want to have to watch my child grow up, knowing that they will die before they're 16 if they're not careful enough.

I do have one request, actually. When the boy is born, I want you to come and visit, come and see your son. Waiver off Zeus' crappy excuse of the gods must stay out of their child's life. It's just at the boy's birth, can you give us that much? I want my son knowing that his father had seen him. Can you do that much, Poseidon?

I've burdened you with so much drama, I apologize. It's just that I'm confused. I don't know what to do. If my parents were alive, I would ask them for help. But I can't. I'm by myself. Yes, I could have been with you, but this is by my choice, not yours. Don't beat yourself up for my actions.

I love you Poseidon, no matter what.

Love,

Sally J.

Down below the waterline, Poseidon read the letter not too long after Sally had left in the water. He smiled grimly, while Amphitrite watched jealously. She couldn't stand it. It was just a mortal! Someone who'd be long gone dead soon. Why couldn't Poseidon get it through his thick headed, seaweed clumped head?

Then, she noticed his face break out into a wide grin. He looked positively happy. The god of the Seas jumped from his throne, and hugged Amphitrite, not noticing her stiff posture. When he broke away from her, she raised an eyebrow, asking him what his reason for doing so was.

"I'm a father!" he spoke with glee. "A boy!"

He whooped and jumped with joy, and left the throne room, cheering like he had just won the lottery. Soon, sea creatures were whooping with him, but only two stayed away.

"A boy?" Triton spoke, his eyes narrowed. (1)

His mother nodded curtly. "You'd think that pact would have made the idiot listen, but nooo. He just had to hook up with another mortal. I'm starting to think he doesn't love me anymore."

"Mother, that's foolish thinking."

"My boy, 'tis not. You see how happy he is? He wasn't like this when I had you."

"Really?"

"Yes, my son. Somehow, this pathetic mortal is causing him to be much happier than I've ever seen him."

Triton was shocked. His own father wasn't acting this peculiar when he was born? Ridiculous! Triton felt a strong, sudden resentment towards his foolish father.

"What is the boy's name?"

"I do not know yet."

"Mother, I promise you, when I meet this boy, I will make Father suffer for behaving like this. We should be treated this way, not someone who hasn't even started living yet."

Amphitrite shook her head. "Bold thoughts, boy, but no. Your father will not approve of it."

"Mother-"

"No."

Triton nodded, watching the ocean fall into a disgraceful dance of joy.

Sally walked through the doors nervously. She had forgotten a huge risk when she told Mary that she was pregnant- Mary would gossip about it. What would her coworkers think of her? At work, everyone knew Sally was romantically involved with someone, but pregnant?

The elevators dinged, and she walked out, freezing the minute everyone noticed her. She stared at them nervously, waiting for the string of insults to come out. Instead, she got congratulations; handshakes, warm smiles, and a promise to support her. She felt a smile break across her face.

She may have lost Poseidon a few weeks ago, but she felt like she had earned something in return- a homely feeling of her place at work.

(1) In the original chapter, I wrote his name as Tristan, before I was corrected that his real name is Triton.

I don't think it's too hard to tell, but anyone want to take a chance on guessing who Nancy's baby is going to be named? Here's some [MAJOR] hints: Nancy's baby is the same age as Percy and appears in the Lightning Thief book, but not the movie.

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