Hey guys.

Look I'd like to apologise for leaving you all hanging. It really wasn't right at all but I've been going through some issues recently... Basically, my best friend, the one who actually introduced me to Percy Jackson died, via suicide. Its been really hard on me and I just haven't had the strength to write, everyday things just trigger me. It was my fault entirely, but while I do regret what happened I'm going to finish this for Suho and me. Again I really am sorry. Thank you everyone who still checks for updates and a big thanks to odee, Thatfangirl03 and guest-reviewer Percabeth, all of you really helped remind me of why I started this story and why I should stick it through and finish it.

odee - I think I might have mentioned this before but sorry for not making it clear. These are part of the same timeline but you can change these tales to suit your ships. I hated writing it so I've changed it 'See this chapter' but maybe Jason was charm spoken. But I'd appreciate it if you forgot about the previous stories, especially if you remember the terrible quality they were.

Thatfangirl03 - I've updated! Thanks for the review.

Percabeth - Back online, glad you liked the story so far.

Piper was a very calm person. If you stretched the truth she could be called normal. Well, if you stretched the truth and excluded the fact that she was the daughter of a famous movie star and a literal goddess, had fought in the biggest war in history and carried a dagger on a daily basis. But her abnormalities were normalities for a demigod. Piper had as close to a normal life as possible. She was well educated in mortal school, law and even (after many lonely hours on netflix) romance. Typically she wouldn't care. Despite being a daughter of a love goddess she had never shown true interest in people of the opposite sex. Until she had met Jason of course. The son of Jupiter, Zeus whatever had been so sweet that from the moment they'd met their lives had both changed forever. Then again that had been the whole point. Ever since she'd met Jason her life had been ruined for good. She had been forced away from her home, her few friends and now her entire existence was tied to defeating her Godly great-grandmother or something! She sighed and slammed her head back against the panel of her cabin. She felt a tear run down her face. She didn't mean it. Not really. She loved being a demigod, Her life suddenly had feeling and meaning, she was accepted. She had a family. She sighed again. She knew she was grateful and happy. So why was she still mad. She abruptly let out a bloodcurdling screech and flung a item, the first thing her hands closed upon, against the wall. It was something heavy by the sound of it. Good.

She stayed like that for a while. Too furious to get up, too angry to fall asleep or rest. She kept her eyes closed, maybe as some form of defiance. If she didn't open her eyes it wouldn't be real. Her defiance was proven wrong a second later as she felt the wall quiver with the added weight of someone else leaning against it. She sighed heavily. She loved Jason but he didn't really know when to leave her to it. He was blissfully unaware of a teenage girls World. But that also meant that he couldn't help her in her weak moment. When she didn't hear Jason reassuring voice she twisted her head up to the towering figure above her. Her eyes widened when she saw Percy. The son of Poseidon was kind true but she hardly knew and she felt her pride bristle at the thought of appearing weak in front of one of the strongest demigods of the era. She tried to remain calm but her frightened eyes, like a deer caught in headlights give her away. She's frightened. Not necessarily in a threatened way, she had fought alongside Percy to many times to even think that he'd stab her in the back. More in the way that she feared his view of her would change. That her mask of indifference had cracked and he would always see her as a weak girl who slumped in a position of defeat across a bedroom floor.

She let out a heavy breath. She didn't know Percy that well, when in comparison to Leo, Jason or her friends from camp half-blood he was practically a stranger. The first time they met had actually been kind of anticlimactic and she had secretly harboured a doubt. Is this really the first great hero? Is this it? However she understood now why he was so respected by all the members of both camps. It was something about him, how he somehow stood in front of you, facing all the odds and came through it. And how just as you faced indisputable doom he'd turn around, wink at you and say; "It's fine, we'll be back before sunset." He was the backbone of the group, their dependance. Should something happen to him they'd be useless. They wouldn't be able to carry on. Then again that would probably happen with any of the crew. All of them were connected now, such a deep bond that they could never be broken. Percy had probably expected this, he'd been a demigod for years and must've seen the same thing happen to thousands of campers.

That probably meant that he did know how to help.

She looked up when she felt him place a heavy arm around her shoulders. Their eyes met and despite all the whirling thoughts going through her head she smiled. He easily returned the expression and began talking. "When you become a demigod you have to make sacrifices. It's not a choice, if you don't make them you'll put them and you in danger. It's almost impossible to have a real life. You'll always be looking over your shoulders, wondering where the next monster will be coming from." Piper stopped smiling. A frown, an almost furious gaze replaced it. "Aren't you supposed to say that it's be fine, that I can have a life outside this madness! Can't I just be normal for once in my whole life!" The last words were yelled with an almost animalistic brutality. Percy responded with a heavy laugh of neither happiness or grief.

"I respect you too much to lie to you. It's tough being a demigod, and unfair. But it's fun too. I miss my mom, even more now that I haven't seen her in months. But that just makes it even better when I do see her. In your normal life you don't fit in. We, don't fit in. I was isolated from everyone, Jason was taken from his parents. You'll have to ask the others for their own stories. But while we don't fit in with them. We still have family. All of us at camp, you've been there, you know what I'm talking about. We look out for each other. We trust each other. We rely on each other. We know the dangers that come with our lives, how tomorrow a monster could fall out of the sky and crush you but all that does is strengthen our bond. We don't waste time holding grudges or keeping secrets. We live our lives to the fullest and we have a great time doing it." It was a good speech, and she did feel better for it but the doubt was still there. Percy wasn't done though. He pulled her closer, she could hear his heartbeat. "It's not fair. And nobody saying that it is. But it is our life now. We can't choose our parents or choose that we don't want to be here or choose who lives or dies, who rises or doesn't. We live and we don't become normal. But we are crazy people live in this crazy World and sometimes our crazy grows and we meet other people whose crazy is compatible and together we create a family." She blinked, for a moment in shock before letting out a heavy sob. Or maybe it was a laugh. She didn't really know, she didn't really think that even Percy knew.

But Percy kept his arm on her shoulder and let her cry it out. He didn't force the words or say pretty things. He gave her the truth. But he also gave her hope. She didn't remember how long they sat there. She didn't remember whether she fell asleep or not. As time went on and she grew old she even forgot the exact words she said. But she never forgot that moment. The moment where she had given up hope and the moment when a son of Poseidon gave back her courage.

Percy walked back to his room alone. He sighed, a bitter, humourless smile on his lips.

"Family huh?"

Piper would never know that he had questioned his own family, how half of it wanted to kill him and the other half ignored him completely. How the camp would blame him half the time and whisper behind his back the other half. How he had always been an outcast, separate from the others at camp, hated at the beginning. He sent a glance back to the Cherokee girl.

What she doesn't know won't kill her.

And if Piper finally felt like she hadn't given up her family… Well nobody needed to know that now did they.

Wow, a little out of practise I guess. I don't know, do any of you want me to re-write Reyna's or should I get on with the newer chapters? Let me know!

~ReachForTheStars