Disclaimer: I don't own Hamilton:An American Musical, or the Percy Jackson universe. They belong to Lin Manuel Miranda and Rick Riordan/whatever publishing company it is.

A/N: Hi! I hope you enjoyed that last chapter, and that I actually did a decent job of that opening night. Sadly, we're back to cold weather :(. I'm currently at a friends house, and they just got kittens (yesterday) and they're so cute and tiny and they're called Ivan and Katy but it's sad because they're just hiding under the treadmill now. I can hear them meowing right now. They're Siamese kittens.

Percy POV:

"Are you excited for Thanksgiving?" Percy asked Annabeth as they strolled around the park, their stomachs full with the burgers they had just eaten. They were currently on another date. It had been nearly a week since opening night, and Thanksgiving was later that week.

"Eh," Annabeth said, shrugging, "Not really. Thanksgiving is meant to be all about family, being grateful, and having a big meal with all of your family. I was never close with my family. Thanksgiving was generally just a time to talk to a bunch of stuffy old relatives that never liked me and to pretend that Helen's turkey was delicious even though she somehow managed to make it both overcooked and undercooked."

Percy nodded, "'Kay. That's chill. So are you going to your parents house this year, or…?"

Annabeth paused. After a moment, she responded, "No. I think I'll just spend it with Hazel in my apartment. Piper's going to her dad's house, so it'll be just the two of us."

That didn't sound fun. Percy had tons of great memories having awesome Thanksgivings at his mom's house, with Grover, Paul, Estelle, and Sally Jackson's famous blue cookies.

"Are you sure? That doesn't sound like it's going to be too fun. You could come with me, to my mom's house. Grover, my parents, and my sister will all be there."

Annabeth shook her head. "No, I wouldn't want to intrude."

"Come on, my parents have been dying to meet you. They'd love to have you," Percy insisted.

"No, I wouldn't want to leave Hazel all by herself," Annabeth said resolutely.

"What if we invited her too? She could come, and Frank, and maybe Jason, Leo, and Piper, if Piper was interested and decided to not go to her dad's house," Percy offered.

Annabeth paused (again). "Well… sure, that sounds great," She finally agreed.

"Great. I just have to check with my mom, and then I'll text you the details. Sounds good?" Percy asked.

Annabeth nodded, stopping for a second to admire the beautiful purple flowers growing in Central Park. Percy paused to wait for her, shivering in the cold November air. After a moment, they continued walking, watching the sun start to set. As the sky, streaked with bold oranges and yellows, began to slowly darken, Annabeth eventually broke the comfortable silence that had filled the air.

"Well, it's getting dark now. I should get going," She said.

"Yeah," Percy agreed, and they began to walk back to where Percy's car was waiting.

When they got to the car, Percy opened the door to let Annabeth in, then walked to the other side to drive them home.

Once they arrived at the apartment, they walked in, and walked up to Annabeth's apartment. She paused before going inside.

"Well, this was nice. I should head in," she said.

Percy nodded, and then leaned down and gave her a soft, gentle kiss.

"I'll see you tomorrow, then?" He asked. Tomorrow would be the last day Hamilton would run before their three day break for Thanksgiving.

Later that day, after dinner, Percy called his mom to check about Thanksgiving. She picked up on the first ring.

"Hey, Mom. How are you?" Percy asked his mother.

"Oh, I'm doing really well," Sally answered, "How are you doing?"

"I'm great, actually. Annabeth -you remember Annabeth? The girl I told you about?- and I are doing well. Speaking of that, would you mind if Annabeth came over for Thanksgiving? She was just going to spend it with one of her roommates, just the two of them in an apartment by themselves."

"Oh, of course!" Sally responded enthusiastically, "Yes, that's fine. Is anybody else coming?"

"Umm… I was thinking about maybe five other people? They are all really good friends from the cast. It's Jason, Leo, Frank, Hazel, and maybe Piper. She was going to go to her dad's house, so we aren't sure. I haven't actually asked any of them yet."

Sally didn't answer for a moment, but then finally said, "Okay, that sounds perfect. I expect Grover's coming as well?"

"Yep," Percy answered.

"Alright. Let me know how many of them are actually coming, and tell them to come on Thursday at five thirty," Sally informed Percy.

"Alright. I'll see you then," Percy said.

They said their goodbyes, and Percy texted all of the aforementioned people. Within a few minutes, they had all replied yes.

Percy was looking forward to this Thursday.

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Annabeth POV:

Before she knew it, Thursday rolled around. After a little bit of indecisiveness, Piper had eventually decided to come. "I never enjoyed going to my dad's house anyway," Piper explained, "Just a bunch of rich, famous people who are all surprisingly lacking in tact when it comes to their expressions when they realize I don't, like, own a mansion."

Piper had long ago told Annabeth who her father was. It had been surprising, to say the least. It had been when the first reporter came up to them during their practice, wanting to know their opinion on the musical, a little less than a week after their performance in DC at the White House.

"What is your opinion on the musical you are a part of?" The reporter, a brunette wearing gaudy earrings, asked earnestly.

"Um, well," Annabeth began, taken aback, "I really like it I guess? It's a really awesome musical." Seriously, if she didn't like it why would she be a part of it?

A few minutes of questions later, Annabeth and Piper were both starting to get impatient. It was late; they had chosen to walk home for once (This was after Grover had made the case that none of them "cared about the environment. At all." That wasn't true. To prove that they did, Piper and Annabeth had decided to spend a week walking to the theater and back instead of driving. The result was several days of running late).

"Look, it's late. Can we go? This is pretty unprofessional. If you wanted an interview, all you had to do was ask," Piper finally said.

"Just one more question," The reporter insisted.

Piper glanced at the reporter, and reluctantly answered, "Fine. Just one. It's freezing out here."

"How did your father react to your being in this musical, Piper?"

Annabeth's mind filled with questions. Piper had never mentioned anything about her father. Annabeth had just assumed he wasn't around for whatever reason. Or they just hadn't talked, and he didn't know she was in this musical. Why was Piper's father's reaction so important? Why not Annabeth's parents? Why not Piper's mother?

Piper opened her mouth for a second, and then closed it.

"No comment," Piper finally said tersely, pulling Annabeth away. The reporter shouted another question at their retreating backs that Annabeth couldn't quite make out.

They kept walking.

"What was that?" Annabeth finally said, "How did you know what to say? Why is your father's opinion specifically so important? How did you know how to handle her?

"I grew up dealing with reporters sticking their big noses into my family's business. After a while, you just get used to it. Just a series of do's and don'ts. Don't answer their questions, and they go away. Do keep your face neutral when they first approach you-they'll assume some kind of drama is happening if you don't. I don't usually get so mad -it's been a while. I've managed to stay out of the spotlight."

Annabeth nodded, taking it all in.

"Who is your father, Piper?" She finally asked. That question seemed to be the one with the answers to everything.

"My father is Tristan McLean," Piper answered, still looking straight ahead.

"Wait, what?" Tristan McLean was a famous actor, the kind of guy that teenage girls obsessed over.

"I suppose I should start from the beginning," Piper responded, "My father met my mother in his senior year of college. He had just gotten his drama degree, while my mother, Aphrodite Ouranos, was a movie star and was in modeling. She was taking a break from her career in France to visit the States. Around the time my mother was pregnant, my father got the Jake Steel role.

"After they had me, she went back to France, and he raised me alone in Malibu. He was always working. I tried to get his attention, by stealing things or cutting my own hair, but all that did was get me expelled from five schools. Eventually, I stopped caring. He clearly didn't care. He left most of the work to his stupid assistant Jane. I spent exactly five seconds wondering if I should contact my mother. She was rich, and famous. Not as famous in America, though, so not too many people know who my mom is. It would have taken her two minutes to contact me. But she never tried.

"Once I was an adult, I decided to do what I wanted, and try to be the opposite of him. He was obviously already disappointed with me. I never wanted to be famous. I saw how much of a toll it took on my father. All of his rich celebrity friends always had that same look on their faces when they saw me, and what I was doing. I don't talk to him much, just come round for Thanksgiving.

"I never told anyone about my father. I didn't want anyone to be friends with me for fame or money. Except now, I guess. Now I've told you."

Annabeth had been shocked. That was a bombshell if she'd ever heard one. Soon, she'd gotten used to it, and was no longer surprised by little things Piper said that she had previously made sure to exclude from her speech. The little things like what she had just said, talking about how Thanksgiving at her dad's house was never fun because of all his "rich, celebrity friends."

"Are you all ready to go?" Piper asked.

Annabeth glanced in the mirror, and nodded. She was wearing jeans with a white blouse. Considering this was the Jackson household, she figured she'd dress pretty casual.

They drove into Manhattan, stopping at an apartment building on the Upper East Side. Annabeth and Piper walked up to the floor and apartment number Percy had instructed them to go to, and knocked on the door.

It was opened by an older woman with sparkling blue eyes and a warm smile. Her long brown hair was streaked with gray. This was, Annabeth knew, was Sally Jackson, Percy's mother.

"Hello!" Sally exclaimed, "You must be Annabeth and Piper. Come in, come in. The others have just arrived."

Sally led them into a cozy, medium sized apartment. Lounging in various positions in the living room was Percy, Hazel, Frank, Jason, Leo, and a little six year old who must be Percy's sister, Estelle Jackson.

Annabeth had guessed right about dressing casual. They were mostly wearing jeans and T-shirts and sweaters.

"Well, I'll be in the kitchen with Paul," Sally said, "Dinner will be ready soon."

"Thanks, Mrs…" Percy had never mentioned what last name his mother went by.

"Jackson-Blofis. But please, call me Sally."

Annabeth nodded, and turned towards the group as Sally left the room. Piper walked over and sat down next to Jason.

"Hi, Annabeth," Percy said, "Happy Thanksgiving!"

"Happy Thanksgiving, Perce," She responded, sitting down next to him.

"So, this is my little sis Estelle Jackson," Percy introduced.

"Hi, Estelle. How old are you?" Annabeth asked her.

"I'm six," Estelle said, holding up six finger.

"Wow, you're so grown up. What's your favorite color?" Annabeth asked.

"Blue," The little girl answered immediately. She continued to talk with Estelle, and then later Percy and the rest of the group, until it was time to eat.

The table was full with dishes of mashed potatoes, turkey, stuffing, gravy, cranberry sauce, roasted potatoes, and more.

Annabeth stared at the table, laden with delicious smelling foods, in amazement. These were clearly all home cooked meals, something she'd never really had at Thanksgiving before.

Percy took his seat, and gestured for her to sit next to him. She took her seat, saying, "Wow, Percy, this looks amazing."

"Just wait till dessert," He responded with a grin.

Soon, they started eating, and the food tasted heavenly. Everything was cooked just right, and was full of flavors that should not have gone that well together.

Annabeth, for the first time, found herself really enjoying Thanksgiving. She ate and talked and laughed and had just a good time.

Before long, they had finished a good few dishes, and were nearly there on a few more, mostly due to Percy and his bottomless stomach.

Sally went back into the kitchen, and came out holding like five different pies. There was chocolate mousse (A/N: Something that I've always had at Thanksgiving), apple pie, pecan pie, pumpkin pie, and what looked like a cherry pie.

"Sally, this looks absolutely amazing," Annabeth commented.

Sally smiled, responding, "Thank you."

They all served themselves, and ate. It was delicious. Annabeth was having the chocolate mousse because, no matter how much she liked vanilla, Annabeth was a chocolate kind of girl.

It tasted fantastic, with the crunchy paper thin sheets that made up the crust, and the sweetness of the inside that was so light and fluffy.

Annabeth tried a bit of most of the pies, besides pumpkin pie. To her, it just didn't make sense to have absolutely everything flavored pumpkin as soon as Fall rolled around.

They were all great, as she had come to expect that evening. Sally Jackson-Blofis was most definitely the best cook Annabeth had ever met. Honestly, Annabeth didn't know how Sally did it. What with writing her third novel, and taking care of a child, having to cook all of this for Thanksgiving would be a huge amount of work. Yet she did it anyway, and for that, Annabeth instantly liked her. How could she not?

They continued to talk and eat, and, when the pies were reduced to crumbs and their plates were scraped clean, they retired to the living room, where they spent the rest of the evening.

It was nearly ten o'clock when Annabeth slipped on her jacket to go. The others had slowly trickled off, and it was just Percy and Annabeth left in the living room.

"Goodbye, Percy. Happy Thanksgiving," She said as she was about to leave the apartment.

"Bye, Annabeth. See you tomorrow?"

She nodded, and Percy leaned down to give her a kiss. It was soft and sweet, and Annabeth had to pull herself away before too long. Air was always the end.

Waving goodbye, she exited the apartment, and walked out to her car.

Once she was back at her apartment, Annabeth closed her eyes, a smile etched on her face as she slipped into the realms of Morpheus, her dreams happy and light.

She slept soundly, without a care in the world, entirely unprepared for what would come the next day.

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A/N: Dun, dun, dun. So… what do you think is happening tomorrow? I think I did fairly well on this chapter, except I now I really really want a chocolate mousse but I don't want to make one. Anyway, tell me what you think in the reviews!

Reviews:

Just The Soulmates: Thanks for reviewing again, and for the compliment! It really is great, you should totally read it. I do feel like that's totally something Leo would do -Calleo is coming! (At some point, I have no plan for anything beyond chapter 18, and that isn't going to have Calleo in it yet.)

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