A/N (I recommend reading this): I'm going to MAKE THIS CLEAR. Just like I mention on my bio page about every other fanfiction I done: I DON'T OWN THE PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIAN SERIES or AND THE KANE CHRONICLES OR IT'S CHARACTERS as the rights goes to Rick Rioran. Also I suggest you guys start paying attention to the Author notes and my warnings that I left on EVERY chapter of EVERY story.

Sorry if this chapter is too much like the book.

This is a The Tales of version of the Percy Jackson and Kane Chronicles crossover and takes place after 'The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus part of the series. So if you haven't read them yet read before reading this story as stuff that happened in them will be mentioned:

The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: the Early Adventures
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Lightning Thief
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Sea of Monsters
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Titan's Curse
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Magical Labyrinth
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: the Stolen Chariot
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: the Sword of Hades
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: the Bronze Dragon
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Last Olympian
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: the Staff of Hermes
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Lost Hero
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Quest for Buford
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Son of Neptune
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Mark of Athena
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The House of Hades
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Blood of Olympus
The Tales of Magicians and Demigods: The Son of Sobek
The Tales of Magicians and Demigods: The Staff of Serapis
The Tales of Magicians and Demigods: The Crown of Ptolemy

Also if you haven't got the chance feel free to read:

The Tales of Classical Mythology

A crossover with The Tales of series with my dictionary on Greek/Roman Mythology where The Tales of Percy Jackson tells his version of stories behind famous names in Greek and Roman Mythology.

And if you are a fan of Stephen King:

The Tales of the Heroes of the Stand

Which is basically a crossover of The Tales of series with one of Stephen King's best novels The Stand.

Lastly, any one who wants to do a Demigods and Olympian reads story using 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon' is allowed as long as you inform me about it.

Jackson Family Home Is Not What I Expected

When it comes to Poseidon's usual taste in women, I normally see princesses, female leaders or at least wealthy amongst mortals (as it is for most gods), so I half-expected the Jackson family (and friends I later came to learn) home to be as luxurious as a home of someone that lived like that. And even if they didn't we gods tend to bless our lovers as thanks for their love for us that often later help them succeed.

But when I walked into the apartment, I quickly learn that was not the case with Percy's family.

The Jackson apartment had no grand throne room, no colonnades, no terraces or banquet halls or even a thermal bath. It had a tiny living room with an attached kitchen and a single hallway leading to what I assumed were the bedrooms. How can any mortals live in such a tiny place? Where's the pride and sense of style? There wasn't even a landing deck for flying chariots. What did they do when guests from the sky wanted to visit?

Standing behind the kitchen counter, making a smoothie, was a strikingly attractive woman of about forty. Her long brown hair had a few gray streaks, but her bright eyes, quick smile, and festive tie-dyed sundress made her look younger.

As we entered, she turned off the blender and stepped out from behind the counter.

"Sacred Sibyl!" I cried. "Madam, there is something wrong with your midsection!"

The woman stopped, mystified, and looked down at her hugely swollen belly. "Well, I'm seven months pregnant."

I wanted to cry for her. Carrying such a weight didn't seem natural. My sister, Artemis had experience with midwifery being the goddess of childbirth, but I had always found it one area of the healing arts best left to others. "How can you bear it?" I asked. "My mother, Leto, suffered through a long pregnancy, but only because Hera cursed her. Are you cursed?"

Percy coughed, as if trying to hide his snicker (I know this because Hermes often done that). "Apollo, she's not curse. It's normal for mortal women to be pregnant for nine to ten months before giving birth."

"Nine to ten months! That's even worse!" I cried. "A goddess would never allow herself to be encumbered. She would give birth when she felt like it."

"That must be nice," the woman agreed.

Percy sighed. "I get Artemis, but I guess Aphrodite never had to explain to you the difference between mortal and immortal pregnancies."

I guess that was expected from his part. Even though Artemis was the goddess of childbirth, Aphrodite was actually the goddess of pregnancies along with goddess of love and beauty so she would understand the difference between the two. And Aphrodite does love to gossip and talk.

"So anyway." Percy said. "Mom, this is Apollo and his friend Meg. Guys this is my mom."

The Mother of Jackson smiled and shook our hands. "Call me Sally."

Her eyes narrowed as she studied my busted nose. "Dear, that looks painful. What happened?"

I attempt to explain, but I choked on my words. I, the silver-tongued god of poetry, could not bring myself to described my fall from grace to this kind woman.

I now understood why Poseidon had been so smitten with her. Sally Jackson possessed the right combination of compassion, strength and beauty. She was one of those rare mortal women who could connect spiritually with a god as an equal—to be neither terrified of us nor greedy for what we can offer, but to provide us with companionship. I can even imagine that because of it, Poseidon may of tried to bless upon her the life she deserved but she turned it down.

If I had been an immortal, I might have flirted with her myself. But I was now a sixteen-year-old boy. My mortal form was working its way upon my state of mind. I saw Sally Jackson as a mom—a fact that both consternated and embarrassed me. I thought about how long it had been since I had called my own mother. I should probably take her to lunch when I got back to Olympus.

"I tell you what." Sally patted my shoulder. "Percy can help you get bandaged and cleaned up. There's a first-aid kit in his bathroom. You can take a shower, then wear some of his extra clothes. It looks like you two might be the same size."

"At least you look like you won't fit in Tyson's old clothes," Percy said, "Somehow he always was able to ruin every clothes we bought him."

I remember Percy's Cyclopes adopted-half brother. Most mortals wouldn't think of adopting a cyclopes but after meeting Percy's mom, I can see her taking in the cyclops son of Poseidon.

Sally cupped her hand under Meg's chin. Thankfully, Meg did not bite her. Sally's expression remained gentle and reassuring, but I could see the worry in her eyes. No doubt she was thinking, who dressed this poor girl like a traffic light?

"I have some clothes that might fit you, dear," Sally said. "Pre-pregnancy clothes, of course. Let's get you cleaned up. Then we'll get you something to eat."

"I like food," Meg muttered.

Sally laughed. "Well, we have that in common. Percy, you take Apollo. We'll meet you back here in a while."

In short order, I was showered, bandaged, and dressed in Jacksonesque hand-me-downs. Percy left me alone in the bathroom to take care of all this myself, for which I was grateful. He offered me some ambrosia and nectar—food and drink of the gods—to heal my wounds, but I was not sure it would be safe to consume in my mortal state. Although Percy assured me demigod blood doesn't look much different than mortal blood so there might be chance I'm more of a standard demigod-mortal, I still didn't want to risk self-combust, so I stuck with mortal first-aid supplies.

When I was done, I stared at my battered face in the bathroom mirror. With the clothes Percy gave me I felt more like a high schooler than ever. I thought how unfair it was that I was being punished, how lame my father was, how no one else in history of time had ever experienced problems like mine. Not even Poseidon who shared the same punishment as me the second time I was made mortal.

Of course, al that was empirically true. No exaggeration was required.

At least my wounds seemed to be healing at a faster rate than a normal mortal's. The swelling in my nose had subsided. My ribs still ached, but I no longer felt as if someone were knitting a sweater inside my chest with hot needles.

Accelerated healing was the least Zeus could do for me. I was a god of medicinal arts, after all. Zeus probably just wanted me to get well quickly so I could endure more pain, but I was grateful nonetheless.

I wondered if I should start a small fire in Percy Jackson's sink, perhaps burn some bandages in thanks, but I decided that might strain the Jacksons' hospitality.

I examined the orange T-shirt Percy had given me. It obviously was one of his spare t-shirts from Camp Half-Blood. On the front had the Camp logo with a black pegasus. Fitting since that's where I plan to go after this.

I took a deep breath. Then I did my usual motivational speech in the mirror! "You are gorgeous and people love you!"

I went out to face the world.

Percy was sitting on his bed, staring at the trail of blood droplets I had made across his carpet.

"Sorry about that," I said.

Percy spread his hands. "No problem. I was just thinking back to when Jason got a nose bleed."

"Oh…"

The memory came back to me, though hazy and incomplete. Percy was referring to my half-brother and fellow son of Zeus Jason Grace. Besides that, I remember Athens. The Acropolis. We gods had battled side by side with Percy Jackson, Jason Grace, and the rest of their comrades—each foretold by Halcyon Green to also be the greatest demigods known. We defeated the giants, but a drop of Jason's blood hit the earth and awakened the Earth Mother Gaea, who had not been in a good mood. It probably didn't help she had hopes to use Percy and his girlfriend Annabeth for her awakening as they had deep connections that goes back almost eleven years now, but instead ended up using Jason's and Piper's blood.

That's when Zeus turned on me. At first he accused me because it was my son Hal that predicted the Second Giant War by predicting Percy's future, setting everything on course. Then when I thought he let that go, my oracle of Delphi Rachel Dare predicted the prophecy of seven and blamed me for it. But what he consider the final straw was that Gaea had duped one of my progeny, a boy named Octavian, into plunging the Roman and Greek camps into civil war, causing most of the god's two separate personas to wage war on each other leaving us vulnerable to the Giants' almost destroying human civilization. I ask you: How was that my fault?

Regardless, Zeus had held me responsible for Octavian's delusions of grandeur. Zeus seemed to consider egotism a trait the boy had inherited from me. Which is ridiculous. I am much too self-aware to be egotistical.

"So what took Zeus so long in making you mortal?" Percy's voice stirred me from my reverie. "Zeus vaporized you after chewing you out after the war ended in August. It's January. I would of thought Zeus issued your punishment months ago."

If Percy was right, that was six months ago. I tried to recall, but my memories of godhood were getting fuzzier rather than clearer. What had happened in the last six months? Had I been in some kind of stasis? Had Zeus taken that long to decide what to do with me? Perhaps there was a reason he'd waited until this moment to hurl me to earth.

Father's voice still rang in my ears: Your fault. Your punishment. My shame felt fresh and raw, as if the conversation had just happened, but I could not be sure.

After being alive for so many millennia, I had trouble keeping track of time even in the best of circumstances. I would hear a song on Spotify and think, "Oh, that's new!" Then I'd realized it was Mozart's Piano Concerto no. 20 in D Minor from two hundred years ago. Or I'd remember Herodotus didn't have a smartphone, because he had been dead since the Iron Age.

It's very irritating how quickly you mortals die.

"I—I don't' know where I've been," I admitted. "I have some memory gaps."

Percy winced. "I hate memory gaps. Last year I lost an entire semester thanks to Hera."

"Ah, yes." I couldn't quite remember what Percy Jackson was talking about. During the war with Gaea, I had been focused mostly on my own fabulous exploits. But I suppose he and his friends undergone a few minor hardships.

"Well, never gear," I said. "There are always new opportunities to win fame! That's why I've come to you for help!"

Percy looked as if he got some bad news he was hoping to avoid to give.

"Look… Apollo…. I'm fine with driving you and Meg to camp. I need to give Chiron Annabeth's and my latest plans for the monuments."

"Monuments?" that was when I notice Percy had a binder with him with what look like printed paper. "Can I see that?"

Percy handed it to me and I look inside and saw it was filled with print out designs for monuments gardens, statues etc along with maps of Camp Half-Blood with markings for each place."

"Jason and I promised Kymopelia last summer the two of us start building monuments and temples for all the gods in both Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter. We agreed that until Annabeth and I start college the two of us start with the monuments in Camp Half-Blood and he start planning for Camp Jupiter, and when the time comes for Annabeth and I to go to New Rome University Jason and I will trade off Camps. Reyna and Frank even arranged for Annabeth and I to have part time jobs overseeing the temples."

I remember Kymopelia, daughter of Poseidon and goddess of sea disasters. She was scary. I see on the map of the beach at the camp there was a spot marked in blue with her name.

"Blue markings are monuments and gods/goddesses already finished," Percy explained. "Green ones are the ones we finished after the Second Titan War so we don't lose track. It was Annabeth's idea."

I nodded as it made sense. "Have you send this to Chiron?"

"Parts of it, but lately we been having communication issues," Percy explained. "Hermes' express, Iris messaging—nothing worked. Not even mom's cellphone. I would of asked Annabeth to try her Daedalus' laptop's personal email account to message Chiron but before communications was cut she had a family emergency in Boston and she took it with her so I can take a break to focus more on trying to graduate this summer."

Percy waved to a stack of standard school books, only they weren't written in English.

"Are those written in Ancient Greek?" I asked.

Percy nodded. "I had to pull some strings with the Amazons to get those. It pays to be surrogate brother of the current Amazonian Queen. Because without those, I'd be in trouble trying to catch up most of last year during the fall. Especially after—a slight issue Annabeth and I ran into at the end of summer vacation and start of the school year."

The way Percy put it, I got the feeling he was downplaying just how bad the issue actually was. I know that all too well as gods often downplay things to make us look better.

"So that's it. You're just doing this to update Chiron on yours and Annabeth's plans?" I asked.

"Well, no. Like I said I'm really trying pushing it this year to make up my Junior year so I can graduate. Plus, my mom's pregnant. I'm going to have a baby sister. I'd like to be around to get to know her before I have to go to college. And my mom is finally publishing her first novel this spring. It's been her dream since she was my age, and I been supportive, praying to Athena to help my mom get through college since she dropped out of high school when her uncle got cancer, and burn proper sacrifices to Calliope and everything."

In other words he was being a good son. Even us gods understand and respect anyone who done so much for their mothers, especially us godly children of Zeus as Zeus isn't known for showing favoritism unlike our mothers.

"My point is—" Percy glanced toward his window. On the sill was a potted plant with delicate leaves—possibly moonlace. Under it on a table was a framed photo graph of four people, two boys and two girls side to side in an arm to shoulder closeness. "I've already given my mom enough heart attacks for one lifetime. If it wasn't for the fact last year was the second time I've disappeared on her, I still be trying to get her forgiveness. But still, I owe it to my mom and Paul to try and stick around this school year instead of running off."

"Paul?"

"My stepdad. He's at teacher in-service today. He's a good guy. Thank gods for him, Chiron used the Mist and what Hera did with me and Jason to convince Paul's bosses that I took part in an exchange program with a school in California otherwise I'd be expelled from the school he worked at."

"I see." In truth, I didn't see. I wanted to get back to talking about my problems. I was impatient with Percy for turning the conversation to himself. Sadly, self-centeredness is common among demigods."

"You do understand that I must find a way to return to Olympus," I said. "This will probably involve many harrowing trials with high chance of death. Can you turn down such glory? What about Hal's prediction?"

"Hal's prediction said I would be one of the seven greatest demigods ever known. And I figured I already done that much with the Second Giant War. But if the Fates have more planned, then so be it, but for right now, I'm going to have to say, yeah, I can turn it down." Percy said. "Besides, Apollo, you of all people should know the risk of trying to interpret the future before it actually happens."

Dang. At that moment I remember telling Percy something similar when he and Annabeth first heard the Prophecy of Seven, and as much as I hate to admit it, he has a point. Whether or not Percy has a roll in helping me or not, right now I have no say in whether or not it's his fate to help or not. Not when I'm mortal.

"So what about this request you mention?" I asked.

"Well, like I said nothing is for certain, but incase something happens where you and Meg have to cross the boundary line without me, I was hoping you deliver the plans to Chiron." Percy said. "Believe me, if I have a way to deliver this safely, I would do it myself, but—"

"Right," I said flipping through the binder again. I was no expert in architectures and planning like this (that was Athena's domain after all), but I can tell Annabeth helped Percy set everything up. There even was a section of the woods marked 'Camp Half-Blood version of Temple Hill'. I'm guessing it's for minor gods and goddesses that couldn't get a specific area of the camp that matches their domain. I'll admit the more I look at it, the more I want to see it happen.

"I'll make sure Chiron get this," I said, "In return you will at least escort us to Camp Half-Blood."

"And if you want, I can also offer you some spare weapons I got with me," Percy said turning back to the frame on the table. "After all, to rephrase what someone once told me, it wouldn't be fair to send off a demigod—or former god—on their own unarmed."

"Very wise advice. Did Annabeth say that?" I asked.

"No, Luke Castellan did," Percy said.

"Oh." I remembered a demigod by that name. A son of Hermes and first one that turned against Olympus to help Kronos. But before he did that he seemed like a loyal friend of Percy's when I see them together—so much as brothers in fact. Apparently that bond helped Luke finally break free from Kronos' control temporarily in the end of the Second Titan War and sacrifice himself stopping Kronos for good and ending the war.

"I appreciate any weapons you can spare right now." I said.

Percy nodded reached into his hoodie pocket and pulled out a ball point pen. Then he reached in a side table drawer and pull out a wristwatch. Then he took out a bronze thermos. At first I thought he wanted me to autograph his watch or thermos, but when he pulled up his hoody to strap his thermos to his belt loops, I remembered the pen was the disguised form of his sword, Riptide, and the wrist watch was the disguised form of his handy shield. As for the thermos, I remember it was a magical gift from Poseidon. Inside it supposedly coated with fossilize sea shells, that let Percy summon water whenever he needs it, and the bronze was actually celestial bronze—a magical metal that normally deadly to monsters, but when forged right, can make a magical object appear as something else to mortals when the user uses it's powers.

He smiled, and some of that old demigod mischief twinkled in his eyes. "Let's properly armed you then before we check on Meg."

A/N: In case any of you forgot, Luke did say something similar about how Thalia might feel about leaving a seven year old child of the big three unarmed and defenseless on his own when Luke decided to let Percy travel with him and Thalia as they escort Percy home. It's in the first chapter of 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Early Adventures'.

Also neither Percy or Poseidon realized how much the oracles situation has impacted the Fates' as Apollo didn't realized it in the original series until after he became a god again in Tower of Nero.

And to make clear, Percy made suggestions for stuff to added to memorialize the minor gods and goddess, Annabeth did the details and planning using Daedalus Laptop (which I didn't destroy in The Tales of series). That's why everything in Percy's binder was in printed paper compare to Jason's drawings and monopoly houses/hotel map set up of Temple Hill for Camp Jupiter