A boy about sixteen years old with short black hair and blue eyes, he was 5'7 ft with a feminine figure and soft looks, he was wearing black pants and a white tank top with blue skate shoes. The boy was handcuffed with two police officers watching as the boy gave the baby that was sleeping in his arms to a girl about his age with blue eyes and brown hair. "Take him for me, Sally," the boy said to the girl who was named Sally. "Be careful, Andy," Sally said to her big brother who smiled at her and was taken to the police car. Andy was now in an orange jumpsuit on his bed, his hair cornrowed, he was writing a letter to his sister of what Perseus or Percy for short likes and what he doesn't like.
Two months had passed since Andy was thrown in jail for a crime that he didn't commit, he was doing pull-ups since he had a cell for himself. Andy's hair grew longer to his shoulders, he lost some weight and was fit for as he can be. After Andy was done with his warm-up, he saw officers coming towards his cell with a phone on wheels. One of the officers opened the door of Andy's cell. "Phone Call Jackson." the officer said, making Andy pick up the phone. "Hello?" Andy said into the phone. "Hi, Sally….How is Percy doing….please try to send me some pictures…..my lawyer said that my sentence was reduced….it's 17 years please try to raise Percy for as long as you can…. Thank you." Andy said as the phone call ended. Andy stared at the pictures that Sally sent him of Percy smiling at the camera.
Seventeen years had passed, Sally read the letters that Andy sent her with some money. Two weeks after Andy got out of jail, he went back to what he was doing best, making and selling drugs for people and the hospital. Sally looked up to see Percy laughing with his girlfriend Annabeth Chase and friend Grover Underwood, Percy needed to know the truth. Sally went to go find the box of letters and pictures that Andy wrote and took before he went to jail. "Here Percy. It's time for you to know the truth, I'll be in my room when you need me." Sally said as she placed a shoebox in front of Percy and his friends. Sally left when Annabeth opened the box, she pulled out a picture that made her and Percy, Grover froze. In the picture was a boy about sixteen with short black hair and blue eyes, he was holding a newborn baby that has black hair and sea-green eyes, there was a name at the bottom: Andrew 'Andy' Jackson, 16 and Perseus 'Percy' Jackson, newborn, congrats Andy! "My mom is actually my aunt?" Percy said as he stared at the picture while Annabeth and Grover went through the box, Percy noticed that Andy was staring at him with hope and love in his eye. Percy went through all the pictures from when he was a newborn to when he was seven months.
"He was thrown into jail for a crime he didn't commit. Looks like Andy got out a couple of months ago." Annabeth said as she read the last letters that Andy sent to Sally. Percy was reading the letters that Andy wrote for him when Andy was in jail and waiting for when he got out. Percy got a little tearing eye at what Andy wrote on the back: One day we'll live together Percy by the sea and have fun every day, I can't wait to get out and see you.
"I want to find him," Percy said to his friends who nodded and went through the rest of the pictures most of them were taken when Percy was about 5 months old or younger. Percy and his friends and Annabeth stood in front of the park and Andy told them to go too. Percy held his breath as he saw someone walking to him, he was 33 years old wearing black pants and a white shirt with his black hair in cornrows with blue eyes staring at him. Andy stopped five feet away from his son who he hadn't seen he was thrown in jail. Percy slowly walked over to Andy who looked at him with a smile on his face. "You have grown so big," Andy said with a watery voice making Percy hug Andy who froze at the sudden hug from his son who he hasn't seen in years. Andy slowly hugged Percy back as he thanked the Fates for letting him see his son once again. Andy sat across from Percy and his friends as they were sitting on the park bench. "The last time I saw you in person was when I was handcuffed and getting into a police car," Andy said as he looked at Percy who frowned. "The reason I was thrown in jail was that one of the police officers hated my guts for rejecting his sister's love for me," Andy said to Percy whose lips twitched.
"I was lucky to only be in jail for 17 years instead of 40 years," Andy said to Percy.