Good day, friends! I am icecream401, here with yet another adorable Tyson chapter! Last time on Tyson's procedure, we discovered that Tyson needed to get braces. So let's see what happens, shall we? As always, shoot me PMs if you've got ideas and you'll get credit for them!

CHAPTER 60: IT HAS TO BE BLUE!

It was a hot-as-Hades (gross, that god is NOT handsome) day at Camp Half-Blood and Percy was walking on the beach because he was bored. Annabeth went on a field trip with a few Athena kids to visit a museum for architecture ideas, so our demigod son of Poseidon was left alone to walk in sadness.

Percy thought his day couldn't get any better, but someone came up beside him and hugged the living crap out of him.

"PERCY!" Tyson yelled, almost breaking Percy's ribs.

"Holy Hera!" Percy gasped for air as Tyson released him. "Where did you come from?"

"The sea. Daddy said I get to play with you today."

"Uh…okay. Let's go swimming!"

Once the boys changed, they headed into Long Island Sound and began to splash each other. Then they jumped off this big rock into the water. The big rock had no godly business being there, but that was okay.

"Tyson," said Percy as they were swimming up to the rock again, "we should name this rock and call it our own."

"Uh…I don't know…"

"Okay. How about Hera's Butt?" Percy suggested. "I hate that queenly bitch and there ain't nothing she can do to make me think otherwise."

Thunder rumbled.

"Okay. Hera's Butt it is!" said a voice next to Percy.

Percy turned around and found himself looking at Poseidon. "Hi, Dad."

"Hello, boys. Looks like a nice day for fishing." Poseidon turned to Tyson. "But we can't fish today. Tyson, we're late for your dentist appointment."

"What? Daddy, I don't wanna go!" Tyson said, pouting.

"I know, Tyson. But I'll be there for you. If we hurry, I'll read 'Twas the Night Before Christmas to you."

"Bye, Percy!" Tyson laughed happily as Poseidon dragged him out of the water.

When they got up to the waiting room, Hestia greeted them cheerfully and handed Tyson 'Twas the Night Before Christmas: Olympus Style. Poseidon cracked open the book and began to read.

"'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the room,

Hera was chasing Zeus around with a broom.

Their daughter, Hebe, was asleep in her bed,

While visions of tea parties played in her head.

Demeter and Trip were snuggling at home.

And Fructus was reading a book about Rome.

When all of a sudden, there arose such a shake.

Hebe fell off her loft, and her arm, she did break.

As Hera put a pillow over her aching head,

Zeus screamed out, 'Hebe! Shut up and get back in bed!'

For out on the lawn, there was a slim dude.

The gods shut their windows, 'cause this guy was nude.

The guy fell into the chimney and fell on his butt.

The fire blew out and the chimney went shut.

The man breathed in the bad, sooty air.

So when the gods woke up, there was nobody there.

There was no Christmas that terrible day,

Hebe threw fits; Fructus wanted to play.

Their parents were angry until Zeus finally said,

'Children, get dressed! Let's go buy a sled!'"

"Daddy, read it again!" Tyson giggled.

"I'll read you another one, Tyson," said Poseidon, as he picked up another Christmas book.

Hestia looked at Poseidon. "You realize you're about twenty minutes early, right?"

"Yeah. So?"

"Just telling you so you don't ask where the dentists are."

Poseidon turned on the TV for Tyson and "Immortals" came on. Tyson was mildly interested in it; he was more interested in the toys in the corner of the room where the entrance to the Throne Room was.

"Hey, Tyson," said Poseidon as he flipped through the Daily Roman. "For your birthday, would you rather have a box of peanut butter or a crate of peanut butter?"

"What's a crate?"

"Kind of like a box with lots of holes in it," Poseidon replied.

"But then all the peanut butter would fall out!" Tyson replied bitterly.

"Okay, my boy. Go back to your puzzle."

A man hurried through the waiting room and into the exam room without saying anything. Tyson smelled ozone as the man headed into the exam room, and Tyson's stomach tied itself in knots. "Daddy?"

"Huh?" Poseidon said absentmindedly.

"Daddy? This guy just walked over here but now he's gone," said Tyson.

"That might be your dentist, son," said Poseidon.

"Hi, boys," said the woman who'd just entered the room. She walked over to Hestia. "Hi, baby. How's my little goddess doing today?"

"Fine, Mother," said Hestia, giving Rhea a hug.

"Excellent," said Rhea. "Tyson, sweetie, are you ready to come back?"

"NO!" Tyson screamed and ran out of the room.

"I'm so sorry about him," said Poseidon. "He hates it in here. He's nervous because he thinks Zeus is the dentist."

"Zeus is the dentist, dear," said Rhea. "That's why he called me…because I'm so gentle and kind."

They all heard crying and Tyson was dragged back into the waiting room by Hephaestus. "Looking for him?" Hephaestus grunted.

"Daddy! I don't want Dr. Zeus!" Tyson screamed.

Rhea held up a star-shaped sticker. "Tyson, sweetie. If you're a big boy today, you get this nice, shiny sticker."

Tyson's jaw dropped. "Uh-huh," he replied.

"Let's go back," said Rhea, taking Tyson's hand and leading him into the office.

The familiar figure of Zeus was sitting in a chair next to the dental chair. Zeus was busy talking to himself as he looked over Tyson's chart. Zeus put the chart down and began to organize the tools. "Good, you're here," he said gruffly as he looked over to see his mother holding his patient by the hand.

"Zeus, Tyson's a bit nervous," said Rhea.

"Mommy, everyone's nervous around me," said Zeus. "You're the exception because you're my mother."

Rhea looked at her son, then helped Tyson into the chair. She put a blue napkin on his shirt and looked at her son. "Zeus, you should trim your beard. It's getting too wild again."

"Mommy, I don't wanna!" Zeus snapped.

"Don't snap at me, young man," said Rhea bitterly, "or I'll have to scold you and take away your lightning bolts."

Zeus sighed like the drama king he is. "Okay, fine. Tyson, today we're going to put braces on your teeth."

"Please don't eat me," Tyson said, cringing away from Zeus.

Poseidon, who'd come in to be with his son, glared at his brother. "Yeah, don't eat my son. Cannibalism is quite frowned upon in modern-day society."

"If Kronos can do it, then I can do it, too," said Zeus, glancing down at Tyson, who was shivering in the chair. "Open your mouth, little Cyclops."

Tyson opened his mouth. Zeus took a look at Tyson's teeth for a few minutes, then he set the tools down and glared at the Cyclops. "Tyson, I'm going to ask you a very important question. Did you brush your teeth this morning?"

"Mm-hmm," Tyson said.

"Because all I can see is peanut butter on your teeth. Mother, I spent, like, two hours getting that stuff off his teeth when I cemented the expander in!"

"Zeusy, control your temper, dear," said Rhea.

"Mother, look at his chart!"

Rhea examined Tyson's chart. "Zeus, I would believe you if you'd written down some notes about his oral health. Hestia did that…or rather, Leto did. Leto wrote down something about some gingivitis."

Zeus turned around in his seat so he was facing away from Rhea. Then he rolled his eyes. "Leto's cute," he remarked. "Okay, kid. We're going to put this thing in your mouth and you need to leave it there so it's easier to put the brackets on."

Zeus put this thing in Tyson's face and told Tyson to bite on it. Now, here's the deal. Tyson had a really strong gag reflex, so as soon as Zeus put the thing in Tyson's face, Tyson puked all over the sky god.

"SWEET MOTHER FREAKIN' GAEA!" Zeus screamed. "I HATE CHILDREN! THEY SUCK!"

"Zeusy," Rhea said calmly. "Temper."

"He puked on me!" Zeus yelled, pointing to Tyson.

"He's yelling again!" Tyson gagged. He was crying again.

Rhea took Tyson's hand. "Sweetie, would a Popsicle make you feel better?"

Tyson calmed down. "Y-yes," he said.

"Okay. What color would you like?"

"IT HAS TO BE BLUE!" Tyson sobbed.

"Okay. I think I can get you a blue one." Rhea ran off to get Tyson's blue Popsicle.

Meanwhile, Poseidon was staring at Zeus. "What?" Zeus snapped.

"So last night, Hades told me that you have ten nipples," said Poseidon. "Just wondering if that's true."

Zeus ran to the bathroom, looked at himself in the mirror, then came back into the room. "No, I don't have ten nipples. And you can tell Hades that he's a loner because Persephone never eats dinner with him because he's a loner."

Poseidon shrugged.

Rhea brought Tyson a blue Popsicle and they all had to wait while he calmed down and ate it.

Then Zeus began to procedure. He fit the braces on, snapped the wires into place perfectly, and sat the chair up. "Now, Triton—"

"Tyson," Poseidon said.

"Same thing. Both names start with T," said Zeus irritably. "Tyson, now I must tell you about all the stuff you can't eat. Here's a list. I'm assuming you can read so I won't read this out loud to you. It's especially important that you stay away from stuff that'll get stuck to your braces, like popcorn and peanut butter—I SWEAR, IF YOU START CRYING AGAIN I WILL EAT YOU!"

"Tyson, dear," Rhea cooed softly, "it's okay. These braces won't be on for that long anyway."

"But I want peanut butter," Tyson sobbed into her shoulder.

"I know, sweetie. But when you get these off in a few months, you'll be able to eat all the peanut butter you want."

Before Tyson left, he was still in tears. So Rhea gave him three more blue Popsicles for the trip home, and Tyson entered Poseidon's palace on a sugar high.

The end. For now. Hope everyone had a great New Year! Ms. Danae shall be next!