Hello! This is me updating this story for the first time in years. I apologize for the wait, and I am almost certain it won't happen again.

Story takes place between The Battle of the Labyrinth and The Last Olympian.

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, nor none of the characters in said series.

"We need to talk." Sally said, bringing a plate of blue cookies to the table. Both Percy and Paul looked up from their respective schoolwork, Paul confused and Percy nervous.

"Now?" Percy asked. Sally gave him an apologetic smile - he was tired, as the past couple of weeks had been full of impromptu quests. The war was taking its toll on him, and on her.
Which was why they needed to have this talk now.
"Yes, sweaty, now." She answered. "While we're all here."
Sally had hoped for more planning, perhaps a chance to warn Percy, but all their previous attempts had been interrupted by hellhound attacks, frantic calls from camp, and injured demigods appearing at the doorstep. Paul was getting curious.
"Does this have anything to do with the teenager crashed on our couch, does it?" Paul asked. Okay, she could work with this.
"Yes," Sally confirmed.
"And Percy's strange disappearances?"
"Yes."
"And the pack of dogs that attacked us last week."
"Yes."
"Okay." Paul put his pen down and picked up a cookie. "Then I can't say I'm not curious to know." Sally took a deep breath, and exchanged a look with Percy.
"Alright, here it goes." Suddenly, all her previously prepared speeches disappeared. She struggled to think of something to say. What did Paul know already?
"Remember meeting Percy's father at his birthday party?" She started.
"Poseidon, right?" Paul asked. She and Percy nodded. "Interesting name."
"Yes, well, what if we told you..." Sally hesitated. How to say this?
"That he's actually the Poseidon." Percy finished for her, putting his cookie down on a napkin. Paul gave him a very confused look, and for a moment he didn't seem to comprehend. But Sally detected the exact moment when the gears started to turn.
"Your not try to tell me that..." Okay, now there were two adults who were struggling to find words. "That your father is... is a..."
"Greek god?" Percy finished for him. Paul nodded.
"I know it sounds insane-" Sally started.
"It is insane." Paul stated. "You-you have to be joking, I mean-" Paul cut off when the water in his cup started floating upwards. "I, uh." He stared at the floating water, completely speechless for a moment. He reached out to poke the water, and looked surprised when his finger came back wet.
"Still sound insane?" Percy asked.
"Well..." Paul started. "Uh, I guess this does explain a lot." Carefully, the water sloshed back into the cup. "So, your dad is Poseidon."
"Yes."
"And you can control water."
"Yes."
"Okay then." Paul out his head into his hands. Percy opened his mouth to say something, but Sally put a hand on his shoulder. Paul needed a moment to comprehend.
"And the-the girl on the couch, is she... like you?" Paul finally asked.
"Yes, she's a demigod. Daughter of Ares, I think." Percy explained.
"Demigod." Paul repeated. "And she's on the couch because..."
"Because she was being chased by monsters, and she needed a place to rest."
"And the stuff you gave her?"
"Nectar. Drink of the gods."
"Okay." Paul took a deep breath. And another. "So, uh, is it only Greek gods, or-"
"Yes." Both Sally and Percy said in unison. They didn't even want to consider other possibilities. Paul nodded. He was taking this well.
Maybe that had something to do with the chaos of the last couple of days.
"So why the disappearances?"
"Well," Percy started, shifting in his seat. "You see, there's a war going on."
"A war? Of gods? Wouldn't we hear about this in the news?"
"You have, sort of." Paul thought for a moment.
"The eruption last summer." He stated. A flash of guilt crossed Percy's face, and Sally squeezed on his shoulder. Paul also seemed to notice. "Was that-"
"That was me." Percy looked back down at his schoolwork.
"There's a lot going on that you don't see, Paul." Sally stated. "But if you want to be a part of this family, and we want you to be, then you need to understand why all this stuff keeps happening." Paul was quiet for a moment.
"You said the girl on the couch, she was being chased by... monsters?" Percy nodded.
"Demigods have a natural scent that monsters can smell. They hunt us down."
"Oh." Another lapse of silence. Percy reached for another cookie.
"It's a big shock," Sally said, just to break the silence. "But you'll get used to it."
"Maybe." Paul agreed. "I guess, it's just... wow. How do regular people not notice this?"
"The mist." Percy explained. "It disguises it as everyday things."
"The mist." Paul repeated. Percy nodded his head. "Okay." Paul rubbed his hands over his face. "Okay. I guess this all makes sense."
"Are you alright?" Sally asked. Paul nodded.
"Yeah, it's just... wow." Paul pushed his work away from him and stood up. "I-I think I might turn in for the night." He walked off, but before he reached the hallways he turned around and said, "Thank you for telling me."
Once Paul disappeared, Sally sunk into the third chair at the table.
"That went well." She decided.