This one is after Jambalaya, baby!

Sorry for not updating yesterday, I was ill and literally went straight to bed D:

To RandomFanAuthor- Yes it was, it was one of the requests! I've decided to do a slow burn Pernico set, I feel Nico being Nico would be like that :P AND WHAT ARE THESE HEADCANONS, DO TELL!

To HoO Fan- (Chapter 9)- Neither a freak or lame! Some of us just aren't built for dealing with people! I know I'm not, ugh, I have the worst personality for customer service, like how do I still have my job? O.o Yes, the missing six months will be the start of the ToA rewrite and I will be posting it once I have finished the Tyrant's Tomb (I swear to gods, if anyone else NAPS, I'm gonna scream) Waking Jason up chapter- I have two sets- I've got one that sticks to canon, which is what I'm doing first. And then I've got the one AFTER I've woken him up and a slight spin on that. Sort of like two different timelines? Maybe three, but I'm not sure I'm going to do the other idea because it's spoilers for some other stuff aaaandd I don't know what I'm doing! ^_^ (Chapter 10)- will be as soon as I can! I started a new Jasper one-shot at work yesterday, I'm hoping I can post it later today. It needs some tweaking O.o

Once Hazel had regained functioning lungs and Frank had come back to earth, Will was abundant with apologies and cursing himself. "I thought you knew!"

"No!" Hazel cried. "How did you know?"

"When I touched your shoulder, I felt it!"

"You felt it?" She demanded hotly. Will dutifully slid down in his chair. Nico, still standing at his sister's side, examined her face carefully. She stared back at him, brow furrowing. He hummed in agreement, patting her head.

"I did feel something different about you." He admitted. "Now can you stop trying to stab Will? He doesn't always mean to be an idiot."

"Hey!" Will frowned. Hazel glanced down, dinner knife in hand. Her grip slackened and it clattered to the table. Frank reached out for her hand, trembling. She looked to his face, seeing her own questions and shock mirrored there. She blinked, tears still stinging her eyes. Words had replaced the jambalaya lodged in her throat. Frank hunched his shoulders, just as lost for words as she. "Am I still in trouble?" Will asked quietly.

"How…" Hazel began, attention flitting back to him. Will took this as a good sign, sitting up a fraction in his seat. "Is it… how long- what… what am I even supposed to ask?" Hazel floundered, fingers fluttering over her face. Will shot Nico a nervous look, sitting up some more when he nodded. He held his hand out to Hazel, a tingle shooting up her arm as a look of concentration crossed his features.

"You're only seven weeks along," he said, "which would make your due date about…" He did a quick calculation in his head. "Say November fourth?" He grimaced. "I'm sorry I… I honestly thought you knew."

"I do now." Hazel exasperated. Will let her hand free, smiling weakly. Hazel took a deep breath, looking back to her husband. Frank was staring resolutely at his plate, picking his lip, lost in thought. Nico tucked an arm around her shoulders, resting his chin atop her head.

"Word to the wise- never let Lou babysit."

"Why would anyone even consider that?" Hazel shook her head. "No, no, I… I don't even know what to think, how can… Frank?" She touched his arm, making him jump.

"W-what?"

"Are… are you OK?"

"I… think so. Uh… give me a minute, that's…"

"A surprise?" Hazel finished for him. Frank nodded and she laughed humourlessly. "That's putting it nicely."

"You're… not happy?" Will asked carefully.

"Can I let it sink in first?" Hazel rubbed at her chest. "I think I've got jambalaya stuck somewhere."

"Save it for later." Nico suggested. "I'm going to be such a good uncle."

"You're as likely to babysit as Lou, shut up."

"Such a good uncle, yep, yes I am."