This one's for you, Girl Poseidon! Tyson's adorable, so I hope everyone likes this chapter because he's so adorable. Hera might be a bit OOC, but that's because I always saw her as a motherly person towards Tyson for some reason. I don't know.

So remember how I made Demeter and Trip get married? Well, I made up my original character named Fructus, who's their son, and the god of fruits. "Fructus" means "fruits" in Latin…and I also saw it on a shampoo bottle and I was all like "Hey, that sounds like a Greek god." Long story short, should I put him in this FanFiction or not?

PLEASE KEEP REVIEWING, GUYS!

CHAPTER 49: TYSON AND RAINBOW

It was just another day in the forges under the sea. Terrible music was playing, Cyclopes were working, and Tyson's belly was rumbling because he wanted some freaking peanut butter.

Tyson nudged the Cyclops next to him. "Hey, Stinky?"

"Huh?" Stinky said.

"Do you think it would be okay if I went away to the bathroom for a bit and grabbed some peanut butter? I'm hungry. My tummy's making funny noises."

"No, Tyson," Stinky replied. "The last time you did that, the boss got pissed."

The door flew open and Poseidon walked in, his trident in hand, looking pleased. "Tyson, my boy! Get your Cyclops ass over here and give your daddy a manly hug!"

Tyson laughed loudly and gave Poseidon a hug that nearly broke Poseidon's godly ribs.

"Okay…that's enough," said Poseidon. "Come with me, dude."

Tyson and Poseidon walked back to Poseidon's palace. Poseidon and Tyson sat on the couch and Poseidon handed Tyson a large jar of peanut butter—the extra-chunky kind. Tyson burst into tears of happiness and began to eat the peanut butter.

"So, Tyson," said Poseidon as Tyson shoved the peanut butter down his throat, "I have something fun planned for you this afternoon."

"Are we going to the McDonald's Playland? Percy said I have to go there before I die."

Poseidon arched his eyebrows. "What's wrong with him? No, Tyson. You're going to the dentist! YAY!"

Tyson clapped his hands. "I'm so excited! Can I go now?"

"Well…I guess it couldn't hurt to go early. But I can't stay with you, Tyson. I have to get back here and watch the football game that probably won't come on for another three years."

So Poseidon and Tyson headed up to Olympus, where Poseidon and Tyson sat in the waiting room. Poseidon grabbed the clipboard that was sitting on the bench (he'd talked to the assistant beforehand and she said they could come early). Tyson looked at the TV screen, which was playing a new music video of Apollo singing "Walking on Sunshine".

Hera, the assistant, came out of the office. She looked uncharacteristically calm today. Maybe she and Zeus had had some quality time last night and…yeah…

"Hello, boys," she said, sitting next to Poseidon on the bench. "Any questions before I take him back?"

"Yeah. When can I pick him up?" Poseidon demanded.

"In about an hour," Hera replied, tapping Tyson on the shoulder. "Tyson, dear, it's time to come back now."

"Can't Daddy come, too?" asked Tyson, getting teary-eyed.

"Not today, dear," said Hera soothingly. She took Tyson's hand and led him back into the office.

"I'll be right here waiting for you, Tyson," said Poseidon, who was reading this week's edition of The Daily Roman.

Meanwhile, Hera got Tyson to sit in the red chair and looked over his chart. "So, Tyson," she said, "we're going to give you something that'll get you ready for braces. It's called an expander. So we'll put some glue on your teeth and we'll place the expander in."

Tyson's only concern was, "Is this gonna hurt?"

"No, honey," Hera cooed. She put a napkin on him. "This is so you don't drool on your nice shirt. Who gave that to you?"

"P-Percy," Tyson said. The poor kid was so scared he was starting to cry.

Hera took some Kleenex and dabbed at Tyson's face. "Don't cry, sweetie."

"But I'm scared. I want Daddy," Tyson sobbed.

"Stop crying or I'll smite you!"

Zeus marched into the room, carrying a tool tray with scary stuff on it. Before Tyson could notice, Zeus set the tray down on the platform and sat in the chair. He threw a pair of gloves and a mask to Hera, and he put on his own gear. And since he was such a heartless jackass, he leaned the chair back suddenly, turned on the light, and glanced at Tyson. "Open your mouth, little Cyclops."

"Hold it," Hera said, "do you want to look at his chart first, Dr. Zeus?"

"Why in Hades are you calling me Dr. Zeus? I'm a king. If I'd gone to medical school, I would be even cooler."

"What?"

"Nothing, honey. Let's see the chart."

Zeus examined the chart and handed it back to Hera. "Okay, we're giving him an expander and he'll be coming back for braces in a few months." He looked at his patient, who was whimpering in the chair. "That's enough," said Zeus. "How dare you cry in my presence, child? I'M A NICE GUY!"

"No!" Tyson sobbed. "Nice people don't yell."

"Will you just open your mouth so we can get this over with?" said Zeus. "I have a football game to watch and I was planning on drinking beer with Ares tonight."

Hera looked at Tyson and took his hand. "Tyson, look at me, dear. If you're a good patient for Dr. Zeus, we'll give you a shiny sticker at the end. How does that sound?"

"I thought those were only for Hebe," said Zeus.

Hera shot him a nasty, queenly look. "No, honey. They're for Tyson, too. Tyson, honey, open your mouth for Dr. Zeus."

"Daddy told me that Zeus likes to have sex a lot with people he's not married to," Tyson said.

Hera eventually convinced Tyson to open his mouth so Zeus could see where to put the expander. However, Tyson's teeth were covered in peanut butter (and they were just bad in general), so Zeus spent a lot of time getting peanut butter off Tyson's teeth.

Two hours later, Zeus was about to put the expander in. Tyson had just rinsed for tenth time. Hera handed Zeus a few swabs of the cement that he'd be using to place in the expander.

About an hour ago, Hera was forced to give Tyson some laughing gas, because Tyson wouldn't cooperate with Dr. Zeus. Now Tyson was pretty high and telling Zeus he was a creepy stalker, which somehow got all three of them talking about Hades.

Zeus cemented the expander in and sat the chair up. "How does that feel, Tyson?" he asked.

Tyson felt the expander with his tongue and his eyes got all big…and teary. "Rainbow!" he sobbed. "You killed Rainbow and put him in my mouth! He died!"

"Oh, sweetie," said Hera, "Rainbow didn't die. That's just some glue Dr. Zeus used."

"It tastes like Rainbow," Tyson howled.

Zeus went out to get Poseidon while Hera distracted Tyson with a sticker. What luck, too; it was in the shape of a pony. "Where do you want the sticker, honey? Do you want it on your shirt or your hand?"

"I want Rainbow back!" Tyson said.

"How about I put it right here?" Hera cooed, putting the sticker on Tyson's hand. "See? There's Rainbow! He went away for a bit, but now he's back!"

"Oh…yeah…Rainbow's nice…" Tyson said, sitting back in the chair and looking up at the ceiling.

"So, we had to give him some nitrous," said Zeus, "he just wouldn't stop crying and whatnot. So he'll be high for a while. In the meantime…" Zeus handed Poseidon a blue key to turn the expander. "I'm going to show you how to do this because I don't trust you with written instructions because you're an idiot." He leaned the chair back, turned on the light, and pried Tyson's jaws open. "So you stick the key right here, and you turn it, and do the same thing the next day. Get out of here."

After Tyson and Poseidon got home, Tyson was coming off his high. "Wh-what's this thing in my mouth, Daddy?"

"It's an expander," Poseidon replied.

Tyson shrugged. "Can I have some peanut butter?"

"Sure."

Since peanut butter is really sticky, and Tyson couldn't have anything sticky for a long time, Poseidon put some peanut butter in ice cream and gave it to Tyson.

There you are. I know it was a bit like a Hebe chapter, but there you have it!