Finally time for us to start with the Zeus family! I've enjoyed writing this so far mostly because of the little cliff we got in The Blood of Olympus about how Hera and Zeus' relationship took a little dip for the worst when he was ticked at her for working the prophecy out herself.

Don't remember that?

Now you know!

I wasn't able to update for a while because... well, Greek Heroes! I remember writing an Author's Note for 14 Gods Around the World where I talked about Greek Gods... It's been a whole year already! Speaking of other fanfics... I want to clear up that Zeus and Hera's family in Sniffles is different than in Olympus Got Talent! Their child count remains at three, since I am sticking to cannon and not throwing in a plot line involving Ares, Eris and Enyo. Read on!

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Last night Zeus made the weather here in Canadia miserable... He wouldn't do that to the awesome Rick Riordan. He wants me dead, not him.

Thalia's experience with capturing the Sniffles hadn't been any more pleasant than her brother's. The last thing she remembered before passing out was falling to her knees and feeling extremely warm, like someone had rested the sun on her upper back, letting her head spin before she lie still on the ground in front of the Artemis Cabin doors and didn't pass out until someone opened the door and slammed it against her head. But… where was she now?

When she woke up, she was in a room she didn't recognize. There were white drapes all around her bed, which had soft white silk sheets and fluffy feather pillows. Thalia tried to groan as she rose, but her throat felt very dry and full of sand, hurting to breathe a little. The light that came in from the curtains was light and drowsy, almost a soft cream color and made Thalia feel very peaceful. When she pushed them aside, she was facing a tall window to her left with another set of curtains. The white marble walls were lit with fresh morning light that gave Thalia a nostalgic feel from waking up as a child earlier than she should have. The room was warm and birds could be heard chirping outside. Gods, it was too peaceful for waking up after being smacked in the face with a door by your own underlings.

A tall glass of water was set on the bedside table on the other side of the curtains, which Thalia took and savored the droplets that fell along the sides of the glass onto her fingers. It felt very good against her throat and soothed the flaked feeling of it. When she finally set it down, she took in her surroundings a little more. There was a second bed identical to her own placed opposite hers with the drapes pulled, a chair with clothes folded neatly in a pile on each one beside the two beds. Thalia recognized Jason's clothing from Camp Jupiter immediately. Looking at her own clothes, she had been changed from the clothes Artemis had provided for her into a pair of soft flannel pyjamas.

The room was lined with Greek pillars along the walls and had two windows on either side of the room, a door on the left wall near Thalia's bed. Hesitantly, she rose. Good, she could stand and her head didn't spin. Her legs felt loose and wobbly and almost tired, as if they'd stopped walking for so long and realized how nice it was not to move. Thalia felt very well rested, actually, and didn't feel any pain on her forehead where the door had made contact. She carefully took a step forward, then another.

"Jason?" she asked, softly. Her voice didn't sound too great, like her vocal chords and a frog's had mixed together. "Jason, can you hear me?" Thalia only heard a soft groan. There was a glass of water on Jason's bedside table, too. "I'm going to open the drapes, okay?" There was no response. Thalia carefully and slowly pushed away the drapes to her side and found her brother sleeping with a girl sitting on his chest.

They both locked eyes as Thalia pulled the drapes apart a little further. The girl couldn't have been any older than four or five and had big, chocolate colored eyes and brown hair done up in two pigtails on either side of her head. She was tiny for her age and was seated contently on Jason's stomach, getting crumbs from her strawberry Pop-Tart all over her frilly white night gown. She stared at Thalia for a moment, not getting any words out of her, and went back to staring at Jason as he slept.

"Who are you?" Thalia asked, trying to sound a little threatening. The girl looked back at her and finished chewing her bite before she responded.

"Hebe is Hebe." She answered. Thalia did the only logical thing once Hebe turned back to Jason and watched him struggle breathing with 50 pounds of girl on his chest; she lifted Hebe by the back of her night gown collar and carried her to the door, opened it with the other hand and set her in the hallway, still eating her Pop-Tart. She closed the door, satisfied with the strength one can find when they must protect their brothers from suspicious ladies. That's when she officially woke up.

Thalia opened the door again, slowly. Looming over her and Hebe was unmistakeably Ares, though Thalia had only seen him once before, it didn't make sense for any other Olympian to wear a leather jacket, combat boots and shades indoors or this early in the morning. A string of cuss words flew through her head as she wondered what might happen to her, the most plausible answer was being pounded if the orders were given.

"Ares," Hebe began, looking up at him. She only came a fourth of the way up his legs.

"What, squirt?" Ares replied. Thalia couldn't tell if he was looking at her or Hebe.

"Don't tell Mama Hebe stole a Pop-Tart." Hebe continued. "Hebe wants more for breakfast."

"Ma's making pancakes." Ares replied, placing his insanely huge fist on her insanely tiny head. "Savor it while you can, kid."

"Okay." Hebe took a big bite of her Pop-Tart and walked around Thalia and back into the room, leaving her alone with Ares as she sat on the bed beside Jason, still watching him. Thalia and Ares met eyes.

"'Sup, punk." Ares asked.

"Will you tell me what's going on?" Thalia replied. Ares sighed and shoved his fists in his pockets with such force she was amazed his hands didn't break right through.

"Ma asked me to check on you and Jason. She said you would either wake up today or be dead."

"Jason's still dead!" Hebe reported. "Should Hebe plug his nose to speed the process?"

"No!" Thalia exclaimed. "Just… just let him rest, alright?" Hebe puffed her cheeks.

"You can't tell Hebe what to do." She pouted. "Hebe is Hebe!"

"That's enough, Hebe. Leave him alone." Ares ordered. Hebe huffed as she slid off the bed and went back to the door, where she demanded Ares carry her using mouth noises and arm waving. "You've been out for about four days." Ares began once he had secured Hebe in one arm, patting her back with the other to keep her from exploding in a temper. "They moved you from Camp Half-Blood as soon as they found you two; Jason passed out in Cabin One. Since then, Ma and Eileithyia have been looking after you-"

"Hebe got to use the Persephiscope!" Hebe exclaimed, her mouth stuffed with the remaining Pop-Tart.

"Stethoscope." Ares corrected. "Anyway, I'm done checking on you now. Get Jason up and get out of here. Ma hates waiting on people for breakfast."

"Put Hebe down!" Hebe exclaimed, sliding from Ares' arms and to the floor, where she promptly ran back to Jason's bed and climbed on beside him, staring at him as full of wonder as ever.

"Haven't you ever seen a boy before?" Thalia asked, frustrated. "They're not that wonderful, you know."

"You sound like Artemis." Hebe said.

"Listen, kid; why are you staring at my brother like that?" Thalia asked, sitting on her own bed and facing Hebe. "Have you got a problem with us being here, too?"

"Because Hebe thinks this person looks like Heracles!"

"Excuse me?" Hebe puffed her cheeks, frustrated.

"Hebe thinks this person looks like Mister Heracles so Hebe wanted to look at him because Hebe misses Mister Heracles!" Hebe replied, as if this was the easiest thing in the world to understand. Thalia bit her lip.

"Look. How about you run off and play somewhere while I wake him up, alright? Didn't Ares say you were having breakfast? Go get another Pop-Tart or… something." Thalia nudged Hebe from the bed, who was putting on her best pre-tantrum pouty face as Thalia pushed Jason's shoulders. "Jason..? Jason! Jason, wake up!" Jason groaned and rolled over, giving Thalia a great opening to jab her fingers in his side under his rib cage. Jason jolted awake and sat up faster than Artemis when there was a raccoon snuggling with her. He sat up with the blankets tangled around his legs and stared at her with groggy, half alive eyes.

"Wha..?" he groaned, putting on a pouty face, too. Thalia sighed. She was having enough of pouty faces.

"It's morning, you've been out for four days, you've got a new girlfriend." Jason's face twisted into a confused expression. "You also probably can't feel your throat." Jason nodded as Thalia passed him his glass of water. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Hebe rummaging through her hunting bag. "Hey! What are you-"

"What's this?" Hebe asked, holding up a thin metal tube on a string. Thalia sighed and took it from her, shoving it back into her bag quickly.

"That's a rape whistle." Jason spit out his water and wheezed, trying to find a pattern between breathing and laughing. Thalia rolled her eyes. "Yes, Jason. Artemis makes everyone carry one. Just in case." Jason had tears rolling down the sides of his face. His sister couldn't help but chuckle along with him. "It is pretty stupid, isn't it?" Jason finally calmed down, setting his glass on the table and wiping the remaining water from his chin.

"Hebe doesn't understand." Hebe pointed out, watching her two technically younger half-siblings laugh over a question she had asked. "Stop laughing at Hebe!"

"We aren't laughing at… Oh gods!" Thalia held her hand to her mouth, trying to stop laughing. Her voice sounded like a low roar mixed with phlegm in her throat. Wonderful.

"Why do you sound like… Oh, gods…" Jason grimaced, hearing the sound of his own voice for the first time. "Is this what the… Olympian Sniffles does?"

"To you children, apparently." The Grace siblings looked toward the door. Hera was standing in the doorway carrying a tray of pancakes, syrup, butter, nectar and fresh fruits. She smiled. "Good morning, Jason, Thalia."

"Mama!" Hebe exclaimed, running to Hera excitedly. "Mama, what's rape?" Hera's sweet smile didn't fade, but Jason could feel her patience snapping like the neck of a monster.

"Rape is a big girl science word, Hebe." She replied, looking down at her daughter. They looked exactly alike; the same hair, same eyes, same face shape and same regal aura, though it certainly wasn't in the same way. Hebe scowled.

"Hebe doesn't like big girl science words because Hebe is Mama's little girl and not big because Hebe is little." Hera smiled proudly.

"That's right! Hebe, baby, how about you go get your Papa and tell him Jason and Thalia are awake?" Hebe nodded and ran from the room. Hera turned to her step children.

"She took a whistle from my bag." Thalia said. Hera nodded.

"I know. Don't worry, dear, I'm not going to hurt you. Artemis always has one on her, too. Just in case. So does Athena. Oh, it was hilarious the day we let Hermes pickpocket her… Anyway, I brought you breakfast. You hadn't gotten up yet, so I figured you were either stuck in bed or dead. Just wanted to double check on the dead part; I'm afraid you've disappointed Hades." Jason and Thalia looked awkwardly at one another. Hera was being… nice? Motherly was a better word to use. They were either imagining things from the illness or were about to get in a lot of trouble.

"Sorry, Hades..?" Jason was the first to speak up as Hera set the tray of food on the bedside table. Thalia sat back on her bed as her stomach growled.

"Thalia, Artemis is having Apollo bring you some medicine so you can be back as soon as possible. Jason, I've been getting several calls from a certain… Piper, was it?" Jason nodded. Hera continued. "She almost held a funeral for you and that Reyna girl led a legion to Camp Half-Blood. It was quite entertaining… What's with that look, Thalia?" Thalia was staring at Hera, watching her closely. Hera sighed. "Don't tell me you're having trust issues."

"You're Hera; of course I am." She began. "We're children of Zeus who were born after your husband promised not to have any more kids, and hurting children of Zeus is kind of what you're most famous for."

"You also… Well, Juno kidnapped me and kept me somewhere for a few months, and technically you're the same person." Jason added. "You also-"

"I don't need to have my life story shoved in my face again, thank you." Hera cut him off. Thalia pulled at the sides of her pyjamas.

"Someone had to change me out of my hunting clothes, so you probably laced these with poison or something, didn't you?" Hera opened her mouth to protest, but Jason opened his faster.

"You and Zeus were fighting over the prophecy when the battle in Greece ended, right?" Jason continued. Even though it would probably get him blown up, he had all the right to continue bashing his least favorite goddess. "If you guys are still fighting over it, now would be a great time to take out your anger on his defenseless, sick, illegitimate children-"

"Fine." Hera snapped. "I'll prove I won't hurt you because of grudges or what horrible things practically every myth says about me. I'll prove it to you we've made up; the prophecy, the oath, the past. All of it." She turned around and marched toward the door, bumping into Zeus and Hebe on the way in.

"Papa was still sleeping, Mama!" Hebe announced, holding Zeus' hand like she had to drag him there. "Hebe had to jump on Papa's tummy to get Papa up!" Hera's motherly look returned.

"Oh, Hebe, Mama told you not to do that anymore! It hurts Papa's tummy!" Hera looked up at her husband, who was wearing a suit, despite having just woken up. Jason guessed it ran in the family to dress better after sleeping in when duty calls. "Good morning, Zeus, dear."

"Good morning, Hera-" She rose on her toes and kissed him. Thalia's jaw dropped. So did Zeus' when Hera pulled away. "Did I do anything wrong..?" he asked, carefully. Hera smiled at him.

"No. I just wanted to say I love you." Zeus' worried look faded and he smiled gleefully.

"Oh! I love you, too!" Thalia averted her eyes the second time. She wasn't sure if little alarms would go off in Artemis' head if one of her Hunters saw a couple kissing.

"See? We get along; I'm not going to maim, injure, destroy or brutally murder you." Hera chimed as Zeus pulled her into what must have been their first hug in a decade. Zeus was smiling like this was the first kiss he'd had in a long time from his wife. At least they weren't extremely verbal kissers. Jason and Thalia stared at one another before Hebe broke the silence for them as the king and queen of the gods stared at one another lovingly.

"Whoa…" she managed, breathless. Hera giggled and lifted her daughter into her arms. "Mama… Hebe hasn't seen Mama and Papa kiss in a long time! Does…" Her expression looked pained. "Does that mean that before Mama and Papa kissed now… Mama and Papa didn't love each other..?"

"Oh, Hebe… Mama and Papa just had a little argument, that's all." Hera replied. "Now, it's all better."

"Papa?" Hebe asked. Zeus nodded.

"Yes; It's all better." He replied, mussing her hair. "Now you go have some breakfast. Papa needs to talk to Jason and Thalia, alright?"

"Alright!" Hebe's eyes lit up as Hera put her on the ground. "Hebe will get Hebe's doctor kit and do doctor stuff again!" Hebe exclaimed as she ran from the room. The four of them were silent.

"That… that actually happened for real, right?" Jason asked, coughing to clear his throat. Zeus and Hera nodded.

"All is well; therapy and self-counselling sessions." Zeus replied.

"I feel like I just lived to see something no one else will ever get to see." Thalia managed.

"Eat your pancakes before they get cold." Hera instructed. She looked up at her husband. "I believe you have some calls to make to- Don't touch there!" The Graces looked up from getting their plates. Zeus had his hand sliding down Hera's waist.

"Sorry… you know how I am, darling." Hera huffed and pulled out of their hug, holding one hand to his forehead to keep him from kissing her again. It didn't work.

"Yes, husband, I do." She huffed, blushing. As soon as she left the room, Zeus began to laugh to himself. Jason and Thalia didn't know either to smile or keep their eyes on their pancakes.

"Really, though, we aren't fighting over anything that I am aware of and probably will not be until it is too late." Zeus said, sitting in the chair that had been cleared of Thalia's things by Hebe.

"I'm sorry if this is rude, Father…" Thalia began, swallowing her pancakes. Gods, they were good. "But you seem a little less… sophisticated than I imagined."

"Of course I am. For the first time in years, there isn't a war and I don't have to try impressing demigods or my immortal children." Zeus replied. "Even gods need to relax. In fact, you should have seen us before you arrived at the meeting we held on the Winter Solstice a few years ago… Gods, it was like I'd walked into a room full of wild preschoolers trapped in the bodies of grown Olympians." That got all three of them laughing. "I just want to make sure you are comfortable here on Olympus." Zeus continued, picking a strawberry from the bowl of fruit on the tray. "Be respectful, but unwind so you can feel better. If you need anything within reason, ask Hera and I. All I ask in return is that you do not aggravate Ares and be kind to Hebe."

"Don't you and Hera have another daughter?" Jason asked. "Lucina?"

"Eileithyia." Zeus answered.

"I thought Hebe was married." Thalia said, drowning her pancakes in more syrup than Artemis would have approved. "And there's a cabin for Hebe at Camp Half-Blood with campers in it, too… Why is she so young?" Zeus furrowed his brow.

"It's… well… It's complicated. Eileithyia can explain when she comes home; she understands the whole pregnancy thing more than I do." Jason nearly spit out his water.

I feel like I'm running out of things to say in the Author's Note but as I scramble to find things I fill it up anyway... Please review you guys! I love you all so much for all you do and I want to hear more feedback!

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"Hebe, you shouldn't be so picky and dependant on Mama, okay?"

"Why..?"

"Because some people don't have Mama's."

"Like who..?"

"Well... Thalia and Jason don't have a Mama."

"Hebe?"

"GIVE THALIA AND JASON A MAMA NOW, PAPA! HEBE DEMANDS IT!"