AN: So...two updates in two days. This was actually supposed to be the beginning of one long chapter 10 called, The Days of Her Life (which included the next four memories). But I decided its been so long I should go ahead and post.

I thought you deserved the reactions. It isn't as spectacular as you all are probably expecting, but I think considering what they've already seen and what they have left to see. Not to mention they swore on the Styx not to harm her it was a appropriate reaction.

The scene was sort of written on autopilot and even though I'm a little worried it doesn't live up to standards my muse seems to think its fine. So tell me what you all think.

P.S. Also, the story has about six more chapters, five if you don't count the medium length Epilogue left until we move on to the Sequel.

Waking Up The Ghost.

And So The King Speaks.

Poseidon was in shock. Actually, the right word probably hadn't been invented in the English language, or the Greek he was so tongue tied. It seemed like a life time as he stared at his daughter who stood straight, her chin lifted in an almost defiant appearance and her eyes soft, grieving and yet strong like an ocean current.

He gulped then. He may not have been the best father in the world. Gods usually weren't parent of the year material, they never had been, but Percy was his baby girl. His first mortal demigod daughter.

In the past he'd only been blessed with sons and you'd think that would make a man extremely proud. But while he had been and still was proud of all his sons, past, present and future, Percy held a special place in his heart.

The day Sally had told him it was a girl, the first time he'd glimpsed her tiny person had been the happiest day in his life. He'd never realized what having a daughter would mean, until now.

He'd foolishly forgotten until this very moment that his daughter was indeed female. Boys would be attracted to her, and being of the male species he understood how a man thought when around beautiful women.

Needless to say the rainbow memories had opened his eyes more then he really liked.

He hadn't realized Percy had ever had boyfriends, or had interest in the male species – which he knew he should have figured out, but he had no experience with daughters like Percy. Human daughters.

Now she was a woman, not a little girl. He thought she'd probably stopped being a little girl when she was thirteen and first come to camp. She'd gone on more quests then any camper in probably close to a decade. If not longer.

Now she was going to have a baby of her own. He was going to be a grandfather. He tried to think of the last time that happened. By his demigod children at least.

It was sad in itself that he could barely remember the last time one of his mortal children had lived long enough to start a family.

"I'm pregnant," she repeated, drawing Poseidon out of his epiphany of sorts.

"How, who, when?" Thalia asked, her eyes wide.

"That is what I'd like to know," Zeus said, his voice rather stern as he stared at Percy.

His gaze like he was trying to read her mind, or soul. It wasn't like Percy had ever been the best at reading people that were gods.

Apollo walked over to stand by the nervous girl, though she hid it very well. He supposed after years of hiding a love story between her and the number one enemy of Olympus she had become a pretty accomplished actress and liar when she needed to be.

"By my test she's about five weeks, six at the most," Apollo said.

Zeus glared.

"You knew?" he demanded.

"He did father," Artemis suddenly, appearing by her brother. At first they thought she was being a tattle tale but then she shocked them all. "He told me about an hour ago, when we went to check on Percy."

"Pregnant," Hera said, shocked. "That would explain the odd feeling I got from you. Like Artemis I can usually sense pregnant women. You're not very far along so that must be why I couldn't tell."

"I'm confused still," Grove said, blinking rapidly. "Who's the father?"

Everyone looked at Percy. Though Zeus, Poseidon, and Hermes were by far the most intense stares. It was like they were waiting for something to break, or for her to say something incriminating.

Truthfully, she felt like she was in the middle of the Spanish Inquisition... without the torture (assuming her memory was right about what she learned in History class. Truth was she didn't really pay much attention in History).

Connor and Travis both sighed, looking at the gods in worry. They were glad Percy had thought to get their oat on the River Styx before telling. Considering she'd just saved their very insistence they were very unlikely to break it.

Not to mention one god breaking an oath (like the big three pact) was one thing, but all the Olympians on the same oath. Lady Styx might just try to vaporize them or something equally as painful.

Hermes was the first to see the tears in her downcast green eyes. And the concern in them and he knew then who the father was.

"It's Luke's... isn't it?" he asked.

There were gasp, some snorts (Ares, and Dionysus), and hiss like sounds around the room. Percy looked over to the messenger god and nodded.

"Yeah," she said softly. "He is."

Annabeth narrowed her eyes at her friend. Something wasn't right, if she was only five weeks along... then how could Luke be the father? Three months would make more sense but five weeks...

Athena realized this as well, but unlike her daughter she did not have the bond of friendship with Percy that kept her from speaking it.

"How is that possible? Luke was already Kronos' host by that point."

Percy's head snapped around and her eyes widened as tears of what many assumed were shame fell.

"Percy," Poseidon began, standing up to walk to his daughters aid. Fearing the worst. "You can tell me, if something happened..."

Percy shook her head.

"I wasn't raped," she said, wiping her tears stained cheeks. She was really tired of having to assure people of that. "I didn't mean for this to happen, though I don't regret it either. I... I don't want to talk about it considering it'll probably be in the memories."

"You slept with Kronos didn't you!" Ares cried, grinning smugly. "Ha, I knew it. Bitch was a traitor."

Poseidon growled, spinning around and jabbing his Trident at his nephew. Water surrounded Ares and quickly froze. Then a sea green blast of power escaped the Trident and the Ares sculpture was shattered. Everyone winced, nearly forgetting Ares' outburst.

"Is... is he dead?" Travis asked.

"No," Annabeth said, sighing. "Gods can't die, only fade. He'll put himself back together once he thaws."

Zeus looked at his niece, his gaze cold, yet suspicious. He was to calm for anyone's liking.

"Though Ares' words were out of line, it does pose a good question," he began. "How do we know the child is not Kronos'? A child born of a demigod and Titan could be very dangerous."

Percy paled and looked to her father, Apollo and Artemis who were nearest to her.

"Uncle, I know it looks bad," Percy began, almost pleading as she continued. "I made a deal with Kronos, though I don't know if deal is the right word for it. I don't know exactly why he agreed but it was Luke I slept with and Luke is the father."

Apollo stepped forward.

"She tells the truth. I ran test. I've thought this over, looking into every thing I could and she isn't lying. I would know if she was. From what I can tell the baby is Percy and Luke's, but the child is most likely going to be half god, quarter human and a quarter titan. Having two fathers, since Kronos was in Luke's body at the time of conception, even if he isn't the dominant father."

Zeus narrowed his eyes.

He didn't like this at all. The child was still a child of his father, and even a quarter titan could be a threat. He'd have to think about it, though he knew just by the looks of the council and what Percy had done for Olympus – not to mention his nieces rather sly way of buying time to convince them all and to not be harmed – that the babe would not be harmed in the end from lack of votes.

He wasn't as wise as Athena by any means but even he knew when to fight his battles and when to consider his options.

"I will withhold my judgment until the memories are over," Zeus said, and seeing the flash of fear in her eyes he sighed. "Everyone should pay close attention to the remaining memories and consider well after them. I personally don't think it'll take long to come to a decisions."

"Then why wait?" Dionysus grumbled. "Just let the brat's brat live and make her become a god when she's eighteen. That way there isn't a quarter anything running around."

Everyone stared at the wine god in shock though Zeus looked annoyed at his son. If the vote came out positively and the babe was allowed to live then that would be the ultimatum so to say. That way it was unlikely the Titans would want anything to do with the child – not that this was likely but Zeus wasn't considered crazy by some for nothing.

Athena glared.

"That will most likely be the plan," she snapped. "But it is wise to view the little evidence we have before deciding. Not to mention Ares is a little... tied down right now."

Hera nodded.

"I do believe everyone should head off now. We will need our rest if we're to get up early," the Queen of Olympus said, clapping her hands together.

The Olympians (minus Ares) all split then to find their temples or escort their child to guest rooms. Poseidon escorted Percy, along with Apollo who wished to take another look at her to make sure the stress wasn't effecting the baby – it was a little early to be puking her guts out according to the sun god.

Though he had said everyone reacted differently and it wasn't a normal human baby by any means. It was mostly god and titan with very little human thrown in.

After Apollo left it was just Percy and Poseidon left. Percy sitting on the end of the bed with Poseidon standing in front of her. Both were silent, unsure of what to say.

"So...I'm gonna be a grandfather," he finally said. Then he grinned. "I hope it's a boy for your sake."

Percy looked up at him with wide eyes, a light that had gone out when Luke had died sparking in her eyes.

"You're not mad at me?" she asked.

Poseidon looked at her shocked.

"Mad? Why would I be mad?" he asked, chuckling. "Surprised, maybe a little bit disappointed seeing as you're so young. Even sad that you've grown up on me so fast, but I was never mad Sephie."

Percy smiled.

"I just thought... what Ares said..." Percy trailed off, unsure what she was trying to say.

Poseidon's eyes flashed in anger momentarily.

"Don't listen to what Ares said. I believe you when you say it was Luke, and I know of all of us you can tell the difference between the man and the monster that controlled him."

Percy stood then and nearly leap forward as she wrapped her father in a hug.

"I'm sorry, for all this drama. I'm sorry I kept all these secrets," she said, and pulled back after a minute or two.

Poseidon smirked.

"It probably would have been much easier if you'd been born a boy. But it wouldn't have been the same either, you're my daughter, my only daughter and having you is worth all the drama you could bring."

"I love you dad," she said, surprising Poseidon yet again. "I know I've never told you that before, but I figured since we were having a moment..."

Poseidon chuckled at the slightly embarrassed look on her flushed face and nodded.

"I love you too Persephone," he said. "Now, go to bed. Apollo will throw a fit if you stay up much longer."

Percy blew out an annoyed breath.

"It's only like... ten. I'm not an invalid," she muttered as she crawled into the large bed and under the covers.

Poseidon snickered, recalling Sally saying something like that on the rare occasions he could get away to check up on her when she was pregnant with Percy. Then he gave his daughter one last smile and flipped off the light and shut the door behind him.

Sighing Poseidon flashed off to one of his chambers on Olympus that were hardly ever used to spend the night.