AN: Okay, so I just figured out that Atlanta's name (you know, Percabeth's daughter?) should be Atalanta. I always thought that the city Atlanta was directly named after Atalanta, but nope. So...just pretend there's that other A in there, alright?

So, anyway, I've been writing a whole ton of angst, so here's a lil bit of future!Jasper fluff for you guys.

Jason didn't want to get up.

But he had to. So, he silently got up from the bed, careful not to wake Piper.

He got ready for the morning. He brushed his teeth and combed his hair in the master bathroom. Placing his glasses on his face, he stared himself in the mirror and told himself to get moving.

Today was a big day.

Tucking his shirt into his pants, Jason smiled fondly at his sleeping wife. Not being able to stop himself, he bent down and kissed her nose.

"Hmm." She stirred, snorted, and fell right back to sleep. He patted her shoulder lightly before sneaking out of the room.

"Jasper?" he whispered, opening a sky blue door. He flicked the lights on, and his first-born groaned. "Jasper, get up, sweetheart."

"Ugh." Jasper rolled herself over, away from the light, stuffing her face in her pillow.

"Jasper," Jason said. "You need to get up. You know what day it is."

"Yeah. One…one sec, Dad," she mumbled sleepily, her golden blond hair fanning over her pillow covers. She kicked off her blankets, but didn't move much other than that. "Just…need to collect my bearings."

He chuckled. "Well, once you do that, get Cleta up. Then come downstairs. I'll get everything ready."

"Yeah-huh, Dad," Jasper said, already starting to push herself up. She yawned, stretching her arms over her head, and her eyes widened when she saw her alarm clock. "Dad! It's five-thirty in the morning!"

"Well, yeah. You know that your mother gets up early." He rolled his eyes, chortling again. "Now, step to it, Roman! You're used to getting up a lot earlier for the legion than this!"

"But I'm on a break," she grumbled, but getting up none the less.

"Tell me if you need any help, ok, Jazz?" Jason prompted.

"Yeah, yeah, Dad." She rolled her eyes. Then, with her good hand, threw a pillow at him. "Now, get out!"

Chortling to himself, he shut the door and went downstairs into the kitchen. He gathered things from the fridge: Tofu bacon, different kinds of fruits and veggies, and milk. And then, from the pantry, he acquired pancake mix.

"Daddy!"

He only had a moment's reaction before his seven-year-old daughter flung herself into his arms. He managed to set the milk down before she made him spill it, catching her with the arm that had previously been holding the diary product.

"Cleta!" he exclaimed, hugging his youngest and ticking her sides. She squealed and wriggled, but he set her down before she could get too loud. "Where's your sister? Did Jasper get down okay?"

"I got down fine, Dad," said a voice coming down the stairs. Jasper emerged, maneuvering on her crutches so that she wouldn't trip and worsen her injuries.

The boot on her leg and the cast on her wrist were proof that the eleven-year-old had saved the praetor from a monster. Jasper had been exploring, and the praetor–a nice son of Janus named Kyle–had been sitting on a rock, thinking over some leader-y thing, as Jasper had put it. Apparently, it was important enough for a hydra managed to sneak up on him. Jasper saved him, but not without her getting sent to the infirmary and earning a six week break from duty until she healed.

"You girls ready?" he said.

"Yeah!" Cleta cheered, being careful not to be too loud.

Her hair defied all laws of gravity; it stuck up in all different directions like she enjoyed placing her fingers of electric sockets. (Which she could, if she really wanted to. It wouldn't hurt her.) The tresses were golden, and the tips and roots of her locks were unusually caramel brown, just like her mother's hair. Her eyes were electric blue, and her skin had that Cherokee tan.

Jasper was paler than her younger sister, but no one questioned her heritage. (She was already an accomplished soldier of the legion, going on her first quest when she joined at the age of eight. People whispered that she could possibly make praetor, just like her father.) Her eyes were kaleidoscope, but preferred to stay on the blue side of the spectrum, and her hair shown golden in the sunlight. She was tall for her age, towering over most of the thirteen-fourteen years olds by a few inches.

Jason grinned as Jasper lined up beside Cleta.

"Alright," he said. "Time to get to work."

Cleta helped Jason with the pancakes and tofu bacon and Jasper manned the smoothie station. Well, Cleta didn't really do anything except stare in wonder at the sizzling fake meat and fetching whatever her father wanted her to fetch.

"Could you grab the pancake mix for me, Cleta?" Jason requested as he loaded the last of the bacon onto a paper plate.

She perked up. "Sure, Dad!" Using the winds, she shot over to the where the pancake mix was, picked it up mid-air, and flew back in a flash. Once she landed, she handed the mix to Jason and sent a smug look at Jasper.

The older rolled her eyes. Unlike her sister, she didn't get wind powers. But, instead, she could create blasts lightning from her fingertips, not having to worry about calling it down from the sky and draining herself, as Cleta and Jason had to. They both inherited the same caliber of charmspeak from Piper, though, so there wasn't any contest over that.

Jasper pulled the lid off of the blender, steadying herself on the counter so that she can stick a finger into the concoction she just made. She hummed in approval and shifted herself so that she could pour it into a glass.

"Now, just what do we have here?"

Jason started at the voice. He whipped around and saw his lovely wife.

"Mom!" Cleta said. "We're…making food for the dog….That we just got."

Piper raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yeah."

"Hmmm-hum." She glanced over at Jasper. "I didn't know dogs liked fruit and vegetable smoothies."

Jason put his hands up in surrender. "You caught us." Then, he picked up the plate of tofu bacon, placing a pancake on it. "It was supposed to be breakfast in bed, but…"

He handed it to her and kissed her cheek. "Happy birthday, Pipes."

AN: Time to play America's favorite game show, Question of the Chapter! So, here's your question, contestants: Where do Jasper's and Cleta's names come from?

Figure that out, and you win...I don't know, a puppy? (But not really. I'm filling your head with lies.)

REVIEW CORNER:

To dauntlessmermaid: Of course I would! I really did enjoy writing it. (I have this weird obsession with the tortured hero side of Annabeth.) It just took a while to get around to it because...Well, because Percy's my baby, and killing him was hard.

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson.