A/N- Enjoy! :)

Sally woke up with the palpable feeling of intense dread, like a premonition. It swarmed over her, so overwhelming, that she actually got out bed to puke.

It was so humiliating, kneeling over the toilet, her hands holding back her wild curls, coughing and sputtering sick. She thought back to the night before, not remembering drinking too much. She certainly didn't feel hung-over. She leaned over the toilet as another wave of nausea overcame her.

The sound of footsteps brought on intense humiliation to join her feelings of confusion, sickness, and impending doom.

"Sally?" She couldn't place the tone of his voice. It seemed odd. Not concerned or worried but more… horrified.

She peeked up at him from under the curtains of her hair. He stood just outside the bathroom threshold, wearing nothing but a sheet and a frown.

"I'm so sorry! God this is so humiliating. I didn't think I drank very much last night… Maybe it was the chicken… Can gods get food poisoning?"

He didn't smile at her joke, he just stared. Had she been paying more attention Sally may have noticed the blood drain from Poseidon's face, or his hands clench into tight fists, or his searching, wandering eyes and how they were frozen in an expression of slight, subtle terror.

"I don't think it was the chicken." He mumbled, almost incoherently before stumbling out of the room.

...

After a long shower and a change of clothes, Sally felt more like herself. She resolved to take the day easy, with a cup of tea and a book. It was no longer her nausea that had concerned her. She still felt the queasiness deep in her stomach but what worried her most was the dread that still radiated like an ominous aura and Poseidon's odd behavior that resurfaced every time she closed her eyes.

She had expected to find her house empty, still marred by the strange events that had resulted in Poseidon's exit earlier but was surprised to find him sitting at her little table, lips pursed and brows furrowed, deep in thought.

He was unreadable, still like a statue. Deep in her thoughts she chuckled about how in some prestigious museum somewhere in the world, there probably stood a statue of the god himself, in a very similar position.

She slouched against the doorframe, unsure of how to approach him. A feeling that radiated through her told her that things were different than they appeared. It was all so strange, and she hated to misread the situation but she didn't want to underestimate the severity of whatever was troubling him.

"You look handsome when you're pensive." She murmured, just loud enough so he could hear her, quiet enough to let him ignore her should she be disturbing him.

He looked up at her in response, and she was surprised to find his eyes crumpled in grief. Worry hit her like an anvil, sinking to the pit of her stomach and she snapped out of her lax position poised against the door and rush over to him, concerned.

"I'm so sorry, Sally." He whispered. "I'm so so sorry."

"Shh Shh. It's ok." She was desperate to make him feel better. It was strange seeing him so vulnerable, like something forbidden. "It's ok. Whatever it is! It will all be fine!"

He ignored her. "I didn't mean for this to happen… I really didn't. I mean, I'm sure some part of me was hoping but I… It's so wrong, so terribly wrong! I've put you in danger. If anyone ever finds out! Oh gods, what have I done!" He rambled, and despite the nonsensesicle nature of his rambling, it did nothing to comfort Sally who suddenly began to fear the worse.

Only, she didn't know what the worst even was…

...

This is ridiculous. Sally thought idly, as she paced against the tiled bathroom floor. SO fucking ridiculous. I can't believe he would think… Just RIDICULOUS.

Or is it?

She suddenly stopped pacing. Maybe I only think it's ridiculous because I don't want to admit it might be true. Sally looked into the bathroom mirror, surprised at the obvious fear that etched itself in her expression. Her face was pale, her curls splayed wildly, and her gray eyes were wide, her lips trembling ever so slightly. She clenched her eyes tightly together, praying, to whom she didn't know, but praying nonetheless. Then, without looking, she grabbed the stick off the counter and sauntered into the kitchen where she knew Poseidon was waiting for her.

"It will be fine. Everything will be fine." She muttered, unsure if she kept repeating the phrase out loud or simply in her head. It will be fine. Everything will be fine.

Fine.

Poseidon shook his head than immediately hid his face in his hands.

"Oh gods Sally I'm so sorry." His eyes seemed to show pity, as if he felt bad for her.

This, quite inexplicably made her angry. Sorry? Sorry for what? Then it hit her, he was sorry because this meant, for certain, that he would be leaving her. Abandoning her to do this on her own, because he was a Greek god and what should one more demigod, born of the sea, running around mean to him.

"Sorry? Why are you sorry? Maybe this is what I want?" She suddenly set her jaw firm, with resolve. "In fact, it could be what want. I could be a mother. I would be a damn good mother! And I would be fine by myself, on my own. I could do it. You would never have to show up, I wouldn't want to be a burden or whatever." She said these final words with such snap and sarcasm, trying to mask the tears that were threatening to surface.

"Sally."

"No it's fine really! You can leave! I won't be angry." The tears were falling free now. "I'm giving you an out! Just go! It's fine!"

"Sally." His whisper, so hurt and scared, brought her out of her reverie. "Sally, that's not why I'm sorry. Sit down. I need to tell you something."

A/N: NOW We're getting somewhere... Reviews are like summer break!