Thank you all so much for your reviews! This chapter's going to be a little different. Zeus will be telling his story!

For those who don't know what topical is, it's that nasty gel the dentist gives you before you get the Novocain. I never get good flavors; I always get cherry!

CHAPTER 12: ZEUS IS THE KING!

ZEUS' POV

I woke up the morning after Ares' surgery, and went to go make some breakfast for me and my lovely wife (that was sarcasm). As I was making some eggs, I felt a stabbing pain in my jaw. I made a noise that sounded like a cross between a grunt and a squeal.

"Oh, that was very manly," Hera snapped from the couch.

"Sorry, dearest queenie," I snapped back. "My jaw hurts."

"Well, good thing your surgery's tomorrow," Hera smirked. What was she hiding from me now? "And we're going to Rhea's house tonight for dinner."

Rhea had invited her six kids over for dinner that night, so we happily agreed to go. I was hoping she'd have some nectar so I could get out of the world of hurt, but I remembered that my appointment was the following morning. Why bother?

Later that day, we were all sitting 'round Rhea's table. Rhea was serving us our favorite meal—pasta. As usual, Hestia and Poseidon were talking about one thing, while Hades and Demeter were having an argument over the usual subject—Persephone.

"Why did you take my baby away from me?" Demeter yelled, stabbing her noodles.

"She's…hot!" Hades yelled back. "And all you ever do is nag her about stuff anyway, Cereal Freak!"

This didn't last for too long because Rhea said, "All right, children. Who wants dessert?"

I swear on the Styx, as soon as she said dessert, everyone at the table shut up.

Rhea smiled. "That's what I thought."

She passed around some brownies. I took a bite of one and chewed it, though it was very painful.

Demeter glowered at Hades. "Did you eat your cereal this morning?"

Hades got down on one knee and looked up toward the sky. "O, Kronos, why didn't I stay in your stomach? I have to endure this crap all day! Please eat me once again!" After saying his "prayer", Hades sat down. "No, I didn't eat my cereal this morning!"

"I'm very disappointed in you," Demeter said icily.

"Zeus? Why aren't you eating Mommy's brownies?" Rhea asked, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Teeth hurt," I said. And, despite the fact that I'm the king and need to act cool around my own mother, I started crying.

"Oh, Zeusy!" Rhea cooed. "I think you need your teeth pulled!"

"His appointment's tomorrow," Hera smirked.

"Hera," Rhea chided, "be nice. Your brother isn't feeling well." She took my brownie away and came back with a Popsicle. "Here, honey. It's grape. Your favorite flavor!"

The following morning, I went into the throne room, scared as Hades (not the guy, you know what I meant). I sat down a picked up a godly magazine and started humming to myself. (The magazine was called Ten Reasons Why Zeus and Hera Shouldn't Be King and Queen of the Cosmos.) I didn't care because my teeth were killing me.

"Uh…Lord Zeus?"

Hestia was smiling in front of me. Somehow, I felt peaceful, since Hestia always made me feel calm inside. But as soon as she led me into the office, my pain came back.

My lovely wife Hera was the dentist today! Oh, crap!

"Hello, my ass of a husband," Hera said. "Are you ready for your operation?"

I shrugged and sat in the chair. Hestia put a napkin around my neck.

I glared up at Hera. "If you don't do a good job, queenie, I shall send you to the depths of…of…" Oh, no! I'm out of fictional places I could send her. "I'LL EAT YOUR SOUL!" I yelled.

Hera didn't say anything. She kicked a button and the chair fell backwards. "Don't worry, Zeusy," she cooed evilly, snapping some gloves on her hands, "I'll take excellent care of you." She turned to Hestia. "Nurse Hestia, please give me the topical."

Hestia handed Hera four sticks, which Hera stuck in my mouth. It tasted like cherries that had been sitting out for five years. I wanted to puke, but then Hera would divorce me, and I'd die alone. There were two problems with that theory: one was that Hera would never leave me because she's the goddess of marriage; two was that I couldn't die because I'm a god! DUH!

Hera looked down at me. "Zeus, this is my revenge on you for all those chicks you knocked up."

"So?" I snapped.

"No talking!" Hera yelled at me. She put something over my face and I breathed it in.

Thirty minutes later, I was so high that I only knew my name and that I was king of the world. I was numb, too, so when I talked, I ended up drooling half the time.

HESTIA'S POV

After Hera was done with the extraction, I handed Zeus some water, but he dribbled it out before he could rinse.

"You're all done," I told him in a gentle tone.

Zeus was really high, so when he talked, I got scared.

"Where am I?" he asked.

"You're in a dentist chair," Hera told him.

Zeus touched his head. "I'M THE FREAKIN' KING!" he screamed and looked at Hera. "Thanks for doing that, Dr. Vesta!"

Okay, that was weird. That's my Roman name.

Zeus looked at Hera. "Did I mention that I'm the king?"

"Only a million times a day," Hera told him.

Zeus shrugged. Hera had turned off the light, but Zeus turned it back on, shining it in hs face. Then he stood up. "Bow to me! NOW!"

"Uh…" I said.

"NOW!" he screamed.

Hera and I bowed to him.

Zeus calmed down. "Am I married?"

"Yes," Hera said, standing up.

"Oh." Zeus hopped down from the chair and stumbled out of the throne room. "I'M COMING, LETO!"

Hera and I ran after him. We eventually found Zeus sitting on Artemis' throne.

"Ladies," Zeus slobbered, "this is my wife Leto. She's hot." He glanced at Apollo's throne. "That's my son Hercules. He's all buff…and sexy…just like me."

Hera looked like she wanted to puke, but she held it together rather well. "C'mon, Zeus. Let's go get you some medicine."

And they left me to clean up the office.

Okay, that was a fun chapter to write! Should I do more awake gods?