A/N: So . . . I'm sorry this is so many chapters later, but if you want to review what's going on in this leg of the plot, go back to Chapter 30. Might help you understand what's going on. Unless you remember.

This chapter is dedicated to crazygirl123 whom I thank for her review. I shall certainly take those ideas into consideration. They're good ones. Many thanks!

R&R, I hope you enjoy.

Poseidon POV

As soon as the Naiad had left, presumably to go back to her mistress, Athena and Poseidon both turned on Hera.

"You," Athena said quietly, voice thrumming with suppressed emotion. "You sent our children on that fool's quest." Hera sniffed.

"You, my dear, are far from blameless. You sent your own daughter on a quest that none of your other children have survived. besides that fact, that quest would have sent her into the old world regardless."

Athena snarled, but Zeus held up his hand and the goddess of war leaned back in her throne, fuming. Poseidon had no such qualms. "You sent my son to the Roman camp. To people who would have likely killed him had they known where he came from." The mention of the Romans caused a round of grimaces from many of the gods and goddesses present, but Poseidon ignored the sudden and splitting headache to glare at Hera.

"Either way," Hestia said quietly, "What's done is done, and perhaps for the best to save the world. What we should be discussing," she said quickly as Athena opened her mouth, "is what help we will give to our heroes."

"Who says we can help them?" Zeus asked gruffly. Hestia rolled her eyes.

"I know you think you can't show Jason Grace any kind of affection, brother, but I do ask you not to have a thick head about it. Your son and the children of our brothers, not to mention the other brave heroes aboard the Argo II, are going to need our help before they are done."

"They have already been given help," Zeus said, and Poseidon found that his younger brother like a child whining because nothing was happening as he wanted. There were times, he mused silently, that he really wanted to slap his king silly. Judging by Hades' slightly murderous look, his elder brother was thinking something similar.

Aphrodite leaned forward. "We have abandoned our children for too long, Zeus." She was one of the few brave enough to directly challenge the king on a normal day; now that their children were involved however, Poseidon could see many of the others lean forward, angry words at the tip of their tongues. "It is about time we truly repaid them for all they have given up to do what is required of them."

Thunder rolled somewhere outside the throne room as Zeus' mouth compressed in annoyance. "We cannot help. They must do this alone."

"But why, father?" Artemis asked, drawing attention to herself for the first time in a long while. "Was that not the cause of the second Titan War?"

"No, that was caused by Kronos' influence extending further than it should have been able to."

"It was caused by both," Hecate said. "And it wasn't just the demigod children you ignored. I, personally, am not going to let those children go to their deaths."

"You did what you wanted concerning the Levesque girl," said Zeus in annoyance. Poseidon caught sight of Hades' nod towards the goddess of the Mist. "Why do I even bother anymore?"

"Maybe you should just stop," Hestia said. "Maybe you should let us help our heroes."

"Our children," Poseidon felt compelled to add. "Our children are saving the world. They are saving us from a fate worse than anything we could imagine, and we are barely helping."

"We also happen to usually be rather incapacitated," Dionysus muttered, slumping down in his chair much like the sulky child he had always been.

"We aren't right now," Athena broke in. "For whatever reason, we have coalesced into our Greek forms. Perhaps the two camps have reached an armistice; perhaps the Fates have decided to help us out. Most likely the former, I think."

"They were trying to reach some kind of accord when I was called here," Hestia said. "I can certainly see how that would help."

"You see father? They are all helping us. We can help the seven sent to the other side of the world in order to save it," Artemis put in.

The others all nodded, but Poseidon's mind felt leagues away. His son was fighting a battle of wills, if Ruwa was correct, with a Primordial. His son was strong, not one being could disagree with that, but strong enough to continue to keep a Primordial's power at bay? He wasn't sure at all. That Annabeth Chase was also in danger didn't escape his notice either. The girl was strong as well; she had a sharp mind, sharp enough to rival her mother's. Still, he couldn't stop the worry growing in his chest. Athena's eyes found his, and the worry he saw there he was sure reflected his own. Their children would be alone for a long while yet if the council couldn't decide something now.

"How much help can we give? Hecate already gave them the important weapon of Mist, and those Mist-swords will be extremely useful in the final battle," Zeus was saying.

"We can give them what they have given us," Poseidon said quietly. The others looked curiously at him. "They give us everything they have. They may not do it for us, but they deserve the recognition just the same."

"Many of them just want to be recognized; just want a little love and involvement from their parents," Hermes said in quiet agreement. "They don't even often do it for the prize, as Percy Jackson showed us when he turned down immortality for people that he did not know."

"He turned it down for more than that," Aphrodite said with a glance at Athena, who glared at the goddess of love. "But all that aside, you are right, Poseidon. They all deserve more than they have been given. Especially considering the fact that we did not, in fact, grant the whole of young Percy's reward." Zeus had the good grace to look a little ashamed.

"When all this is done, I will free Calypso from her island," he muttered into his beard. Louder, he said "How can we help them? They are in the ancient lands."

"We have no laws against going there. The Romans might, but we do not," Athena said.

"We cannot leave this place undefended," Ares said. Of all of the gods, he seemed to be having the most trouble keeping his Greek form. Some of Mars' tactical ability was shining through.

"I will stay, and our children are more than strong enough to keep this place safe from any threat," Hestia said, crouching back down by her fire.

"I . . . think that the Titans may be heading for Olympus," Athena said. "It would make some tactical sense. With the camps at each other's throats, they thought we would be relatively undefended; the Titans would have very possibly destroyed us all if not for our children. It would also cut off any possible help from us for our children in the Ancient Lands."

"I will stay with my Hunters," Artemis said quietly. Apollo opened his mouth, but his sister forestalled him. "Go with the others, Apollo. They may need a healer of your skills; your children are very talented in that area. We can get on without you."

The male twin's face twisted uncomfortably, but he nodded. "I will stay as well," Morpheus mumbled from where he drowsed in his chair. A few of the others also volunteered to stay behind. Poseidon was not surprised that none of the parents of the eight demigods across the ocean elected to stay. They all cared too much. That almost made Poseidon laugh. They may pretend not to care, but they all cared more than they wanted. For some reason, all of these children held a particular place in each parent's heart. Perhaps the gods and goddesses all saw a part of themselves in those eight children.

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