A/N: …Not much detail about mortal fight. Main climax of the story is the Hera fight. Only referencing the whole save the country fiasco.

Nothing else to say. Carry on!

I don't own PJO

Chapter Nine

We arrive in Arlington, Virginia in the early morning hours. Driving the rest of the way, we get to the White House in just a few minutes. Apollo and Artemis, though in the eyes of the people Paul and Melissa, are assigned to watch the front doors of the White House. That's a big job for two people, as they have to be watching all around the perimeter of the mansion at all times. Agents who came with Percy when meeting me, such as Kristy Kherson, are put in charge of standing on the rooftops watching. Hiding in rooms, behind walls, you name it, agents and officers alike are going there.

Jack and I have the honor to meet Mr. Winchester. He's a tall man with dark hair and pale skin, with eyes just like his daughter's. "It's a pleasure, Sir," I say.

"Miss Jackson," Mr. Winchester says. "My daughter…she is behind all of this?"

I nod. Jack speaks, "Yes, sir. We're very sorry that she has betrayed not only you but our country. What was she doing without secret service agents with her at all times?" Jack asks.

Mr. Winchester sits behind his desk. "She was always an independent one. When she was little, she learned to ride a bike herself. She wouldn't let me help her. And when she found that camp, she would walk there herself. She never wanted anything to do with me. I'm afraid that I let her down, for, after a while, I stopped trying to help her. I think she believes I ignored her, that I didn't want her. But that was a lie, she was the only person I ever really did care for, other than her mother. After many years, she acted as if I were some distant relative. She joined the CIAC, where many agents pledged to watch over her with extreme care and caution. We let her go. But now you're saying…she's an Overthrower? Is that it?"

"Yes, Sir." I say. "Karol, she was a great girl back in Camp Half-Blood. I was there, myself. Jack and I are…" I pause. No point in lying. "To tell you the truth, Mr. Winchester, Jack and I aren't mortal at all. Our names aren't Jack and Arielle, and I am not a Jackson. My daughter is, by marriage, though."

"Daughter? You're nineteen!"

"Didn't Hecate tell you she was a goddess?" I ask him. "We gods are very good at disguises."

Jack grins, crossing his arms. "Yup. I'm Poseidon. Ruler of the sea, I have an army of fish. You know, it's pretty cool being a god."

I smack the back of his head. "You may be the king of the ocean, but right now we're secret agents." I turn back to Mr. Winchester. Extending my arm, I offer a hand out to him. "Pleasure to meet you. I presume I should tell you who I really am, as well. I'm Lady Athena, goddess of battle strategy, wisdom, and a few other things as well."

The President looks at us as if we're some loonies. "You're nineteen!" He repeats. "How…why isn't Hecate here? Shouldn't she be the one protecting me?"

Jack cuts in. "Sir, goddesses and gods don't always come to protect their lovers. I'm sure Hecate would want to, but right now Olympus isn't as it should be."

"Isn't as it should be? What's going on? Is she alright?"

"Everyone is fine. I've spoken with her, she's doing okay herself. Believe me, Mr. Winchester."

"You said you had a daughter! But Athena's a maiden!" Poor man, he's very confused. Hecate must not have told him all about us.

I smile. "I have a brain, don't I? Apparently, I have brain children."

"Apparently? You don't know? Brain children?" Now he's just getting annoying.

A static signal comes through my walkie-talkie. Artemis shouts. "Athena! They're coming! Apollo tried to hold them off, but they got him! He's unconscious! I tried to stop them, too, but I can't move my left arm! They did something to it! Be ready for attack! Use your gun!"

Yes, because I wanted to be in Saving Private Ryan. Whoop de freaking doo.

I'd have to say fending them off was the easy part. Getting all the officers and agents back, that was the hard part. It was horrific what had happened to some of the officers. As I walk down the hall, I kick a piece of broken statue. Blood is scattered throughout the mansion. I've done my duty; the president was alive and the Overthrowers were busted. I just can't help but feel uneasy.

Jack was injured. Small concussion. Artemis had somehow tore a ligament in her shoulder. Apollo wouldn't wake up. Athene was fine, thank the gods, but Percy was covered in scrapes and bruises. Me? Just scarred a bit with memories.

How could we, this little ragtag team, be the leader of an invasion on Olympus? Percy had called Camp already. They'd be sending over all fifteen year olds and older, counselors, too, to help infiltrate Olympus. The officers and other agents board the plane to go back to New York. We board a different one, not wanting to explain why we'd be leaving so quickly once we got home.

We make it to the Empire State Building. I look around. Demigods and quarter bloods (sons and daughters of two demigods) surround the area. I begin to speak. "Uh…hi." They keep chattering. "Hello? I have an announcement!" That doesn't work. "IF YOU DO NOT LISTEN TO ME RIGHT NOW, I WILL SEND YOU ALL TO TARTARUS!" Well, that does the trick.

"Arielle!" A girl screams. That's Mandy, a daughter of Aphrodite. She was two years younger than me at Camp.

"Hi, Mandy." I say. "Now, some of you probably know me here. I was at Camp with you until I was thirteen. Then, I ran away and met Jack, here. We became criminals, living off the streets. I can't say I'm proud of that. But Jack and I found out something. Something that didn't seem possible until just recently. You know Olympus is under attack. That's why some of you aren't claimed. It's sad, but this time, they weren't doing it on purpose! It was all Lady Hera's fault. She'd been sending me dreams and visions about my life before I was, well, a teenager as I am now. Back when I was a goddess and I knew it."

A silence fills the crowd, one deafening and shocked. Jack cuts in. "Hi. I'm Poseidon!" He waves, and points at me. "And that's Athena! And we're here to kick some butt!" After he says that, he loses his balance, slamming into Percy. Looks like his concussion is starting to have stronger effects.

People glance between us. One girl shouts, "You guys don't look like Poseidon and Athena!"

And another says, "No, you idiot, of course they do!"

Chiron gallops up to where we are. Bowing his head to us, he turns to face the demigods. "These are Lady Athena and Lord Poseidon. I happened to get word from them a few days ago. Treat them with respect,"

"Thank you," I say. "But it is unnecessary for you to be here any longer! My friends are hurt. My fellow gods are kept prisoner. The only one walking and still okay is Hera."

"I'm doing fine!" Jack says, as he holds his head. Err—Poseidon. I really should start thinking of him as Poseidon.

Percy walks beside me. "Lady Athena, we're here to help you give the throne back to the rightful god of Olympus, Zeus. We can't send all these kids back!"

"I have to do this myself. Hera wants me. She has for nineteen years! More! And I'll take her down myself."

"Athena! That's not a good idea at all!" Artemis shouts at me. "You have no godly strength at all! No powers! You can't defeat her on your own!"

I sigh. She's right, and she knows it. "I'll call for help if I need it. I'm going up there by myself. And I'm going to kick Hera's ass."

Chuckling, Chiron states: "She's a rebel, alright."

A/N: Dun dun DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN !

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