The Years After
Summary: Percy and Annabeth have been living happily for the past 20 years. They have a home, food, a family; wait a family! What crazy adventures could happen with the Jackson kids, and their lovely cousins, the Graces' and the Valdezs'? Find out now!
Shout-outs: Howlsong12 and my beta, MaydayParade8123! (Check her out guys!)
Pairing: Percy x Annabeth, Jason x Piper, Leo x Reyna, Frank x Hazel
Word Count (for chapter): 1,420
Disclaimer: I don't own PJO. However, I do own all the kids. Yeah. And the plot.
A/N: Here's a new chapter! Please suggest any characters if you want more of them. This story is mainly based on the kids, so please don't ask for any of the parents. And, Frank and Hazel will appear later in the story.
Evan Jackson rubbed his hands together in anticipation, staring at the clock. Brrrrrinnnnnngggg! Yes! Schools over! Evan quickly jumped out of his chair, and raced to the door, earning a bunch of snickers from the class. He ran into the student filled hallway, trying to find the shiny blond hair of his best friend, Garrett Prescott.
"Hey Gay," Evan greeted teasingly, smiling.
"I told you not to call me that," Garrett grumbled, punching his best friends arm.
"Wanna come over today?" Evan asked, a hopeful expression on his face. Garrett laughed, and nodded yes. They ran out the school doors, only to run into Matt Holsten and his posse.
"Hey bro. 'Sup?" Evan said in greeting to Matt, automatically resuming his cool look. Matt's perfect posh face contorted into a smirk, and he glared at Garrett.
"Hey Evan. Why are you hanging out with a loser like Gay-rett?" Matt asked, laughing. Almost immediately, the rest of the group started laughing.
"Shut it, cow farmer," Garrett said, the words meaning nothing to him. It was an old inside joke between him and Evan; Evan had found a breed of cow called a holstein, and Garrett had concluded Matt's family had once been cow farmers. Evan had to restrain himself from laughing.
Matt's face turned purple with rage. "You'll regret this, Prescott."
"Sure," Garrett said, dragging out the single syllable.
Matt composed himself and turned back to Evan. They were about the same height, 5' 9", and had about the same body build. But Matt could easily take down Evan in a fight. "I asked, why are you hanging out with Gay-rett?"
"Science project," Evan said automatically, as it was his alibi for the past three years.
"Ha, sucks for you. Let's go guys." Matt waved his arm, and immediately his posse followed him, probably to bully someone else.
"Remind me again why you hang out with him?" Garrett asked, once Matt was well out of range.
"Football scholarship," Evan mumbled so quietly that Garrett could barely hear him.
"Hey, Ev!" Evan's girlfriend, Danielle said, running up next to him. She was the most popular female freshman in the school, and the prettiest one by far. She was also pretty smart, and had a great sense of humor.
Evan quickly leaned down and gave her a quick peck on the lips, amused at Garrett's disgusted countenance.
"Hi Dani. Do you want to go out tomorrow night? Just me and you." Evan gave her one of his famous lopsided grins, and Danielle felt her heart melt.
"Sorry Ev, but I have dance rehearsals. You know, our big dance for the competition?" Danielle said, her face full of chagrin. They didn't get to go out that much because of Danielle's hectic dance schedule, but they managed.
"Yeah. Cool. It's all right. There's always next week," Evan said, hoping Danielle couldn't hear the sadness in his voice.
Danielle's phone rang, and she took it out, glancing at the caller ID. "I'm so sorry Evan. It's my Mom. I have to go. Bye!" She quickly gave him a hug, and ran to her Mom's idling car.
Evan sighed, and Garrett looked at him, worried about his best friend.
"She's nice," Garrett commented, still watching Evan's face.
"Yeah. She is," Evan said wistfully. He quickly composed himself, and they walked to the Jackson home in silence.
"Hey Mom," Evan greeted, opening the fridge.
"Hi Mrs. Jackson," Garrett said politely, standing behind Evan.
"Hey Evan. Hi Garrett. Haven't seen you in a while," Annabeth said, cutting some fruit. Evan visibly stiffened, his eyes wide.
"Um, I have to go to the-the bathroom," Evan hurriedly ad libbed, hoping for an excuse to get out of the kitchen. He quickly ran out of the room, and into the bathroom. You've got to ditch Matt, Evan thought to himself, splashing water on his face. He instantly felt better, and he started walking back to the kitchen, but quickly stopped when he heard talking. Garrett often said he was intimidated by Annabeth, and Evan was shocked to see Garrett to talking to his Mom, smiling.
"Well, there is the Winter Solstice party in a few months. You guys could come to that," Garrett said. "I could get you in. I'm a praetor you know. And the first legacy one. Grandson of Neptune and Athena. Emphasis on the grand."
Annabeth laughed, and ruffled Garrett's blond hair, identical to hers. "I know hotshot. You're exactly like your father, always bragging. Tell your mother and father I said hi. Evan will be back soon, but I'll get back to you later about the Winter Solstice party."
On cue, Evan walked back into the kitchen, whistling. "Hey guys."
Annabeth handed him a plate with strawberries on it and dried her hands. "I'll leave you boys alone now. Holler if you need anything."
Garrett smiled, and Evan gave him the exact same smile back. "Video games."
Alex Grace was watching her youngest brother kick the soccer ball around.
"Not like that, Will," Alex said, demonstrating the move again. She had done soccer for six years before starting cheerleading, and regarded herself as a pro.
"Sheesh. Stop bossing me around." Will did the move perfectly, earning a smile from Alex.
"Nice job," she said, ruffling his golden blond hair.
"Alex! Will!" Jason shouted from the house.
"Race ya." Will took off running like a bullet, with Alex close behind him. I'll let him win, she thought, slightly slowing down.
"Ha! I beat you. Ha! Ha! Ha!" Will did a happy dance, and Alex laughed, a beautiful sound she earned from her grandmother, Aphrodite.
"Guys, your mother has something she wants to tell you," Jason said, anxiously wringing his hands.
"Well, we're going to visit your grandparents." Piper let that sink in, waiting for the surprised expressions of her children. She got none.
"So?" Mitchell asked, wondering why this was a big deal.
"At their house," Piper said, still waiting for their reaction.
"Wait. So you mean in Greece?!" Alex asked, her bright blue eyes wide. Alex had seen her grandparents before, but they had always visited them, not the other way around. Her mom's mom, Aphrodite, was young and youthful, but Alex knew she had to around sixty. Her dad's dad, Jupiter, was also young, but he looked much older than Aphrodite. Her dad's mom had died when he was young, so she never knew him, but her mom's dad, Tristan McLean, was still alive, and an awesome grandparent.
"Um, well not exactly in Greece," Jason said, biting his lip worriedly. Alex frowned, watching her fathers' expression. Her dad was known as a gifted leader, and he always had a calm, composed look around him. That's what made him CEO of Grace Airlines.
"Then where?" Will asked, voicing their thoughts.
"Well, it's a surprise!" Piper quickly said, hoping her children wouldn't see through the lie. Alex frowned a little, deep in thought, and Piper sighed, relieved.
It's kinda odd that their grandmother, Aphrodite, is so beautiful like the real Aphrodite, but she can't be the Aphrodite. Right? Because the Greek Gods aren't actually real. Maybe she just changed her name, Alex thought, reassuring herself that she wasn't going crazy. But cursing her big mouth, she blurted out a question.
"Hey, Mom. Did Grandma Aphrodite change her name because she was so beautiful, or was she born with the name? And why is she so young?" Piper stiffened, and Jason's eyes grew wide in shock. Alex blushed, and was starting to apologize when Piper started talking.
"Um, yeah, she changed her name so...so that her fashion line would have more fame. And, plastic surgery." Piper weakly smiled, and Jason gave a sigh of relief.
