Short A/N:

Hey guys! I'm back after disappearing off the face off the earth. I'm so sorry for that. I just resumed life as normal (ish) so things are kinda hectic. Also, I'm on wattpad with an original story of mine, called Dealing with Life. Check it out. My username is CiaralaTiara.

Also, Percabeth's kid is not a self insert. Aza is the short form of Azure, which means bluish color. Look me in the eyes and tell me that Percy wouldn't name his kid "bluish color"

Also, this story will be in the format of HOO. Y'know, that mix of first and third person. Can't remember what it's called.

And, I'm posting a rewrite of my first story soon, in about two weeks, so keep your eyes peeled.

Also, this story promotes the notion that Percy is VERY good-looking, so if you're not for that, I wouldn't suggest it.

WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS EXTREME AMOUNTS OF SARCASM AND SNARKINESS WHICH MAY BE UNHEALTHY FOR READERS WHO DO NOT POSSESS SAID QUALITIES.

Anyways,

ONWARD!

Annabeth Jackson-Chase has her life together. She makes money in nine figures as the CEO and Chairwoman of Olympian Architecture. She has an amazing husband who swims in the Olympics,models sometimes, and is home when swimming isn't in season. She has a beautiful four year old daughter, Aza (refer to the above author note) who has the same recklessness that her father does.

Conclusion, her life is far better than it was a decade ago. It's far better than most twenty-nine year olds'.

So, when her mentor/father figure/immortal centaur, Chiron, called her and told her she would meet her twelve year old self at some point in the near future, she was understandably pissed off.

Sure, she'd had good times then, but come on.

Luke.

Silena.

Beckendorf.

So many people she'd see again.

And her twelve year old self.

Twelve year old Percy.

She imagined her past self's face when she finds out she marries the newbie at table 11. (that's Hermes, right?)

It was very hard to not laugh.

Anyway, she'd been on her guard.

So, when the dumb portal opened just when she'd gotten home from work, MONTHS after Chiron had told her the news, and whisked her and Aza away to more than a decade before, she was again, understandably pissed.

Which brings us to now.

She stood in a much smaller pavilion, still in her grey coat, and her favorite work outfit which consisted of a white jacket, black blouse, short white skirt black tights, and black pumps. Not really made for a camp.

Dozens of faces stared at her.

She started to internally panic when she didn't feel Aza's hand in hers. Luckily, she spotted her a few feet away, gazing round at the pavilion in wonder.

The next thing she knew, the past Chiron stood up in horse form and spoke.

"Demigods, the future heroes have started arriving. Remember what I said. Be cordial, and open-minded to the changes. I presume you're Annabeth?" he addressed the last part to her.

"Um, yeah. And this is my daughter, Aza," Gasps flew around the pavilion.

A kid?

Damn.

I can't even...

What in Hades?!

At her name, Aza turned to look at her mother. Annabeth would be surprised if the campers didn't figure out her father's identity on their own. She was a spitting image of him. The same wavy black locks, the same bright sea-green eyes. The same recklessness, the same high cheekbones.

Unfortunately, she also had his tendency to not pay attention to something for long. Aza caught sight of the past Malcolm, who hadn't really changed over the years, in appearance. She ran to him, yelling "Uncle Malcolm!". Before anyone could say or do anything, another (dumb) portal opened.

And suddenly, there was another member of the Seven standing in the pavilion.

OOH CLIFFIE

Yeah, I pulled a Rick. But don't worry, next chapter up at some point next week.

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Peace out!

-A.