I'm really sorry for not updating for so long. It has been a hectic holiday time for me. Be sure to read the AN at the bottom. It's important. In the meantime, enjoy reading!

Percy POV

'Okay, people, show's over, out you go,' Grover chivied everyone (except the parents of the future kids and the kids themselves) out of the mess hall and I handed the mobile wordlessly to Andy. Annabeth asked a question to her, alarmed.

'Andy, why are you carrying a mobile? The monsters will detect it! What was I thinking when I gave you the phone?' Annabeth was getting hysterical. Andy just smiled and said, 'Mom, Hephaestus Cabin came up with these types of phones which demigods and their children can use without attracting unwanted attention from monsters.'

Annabeth relaxed slightly, but stiffened again and turned to me. 'We should ask her.'

I knew immediately what she meant. The others, however (including the future kids), were very confused as to what we were talking about. I looked at my kids and said, 'Tell her.'

The kids immediately understood. 'Granny!'

The others caught on. About time.

I rolled my eyes and asked Annabeth, 'Do you have a drachma?' She grinned at me and said, 'In my cabin. I'll get five, in case Sally faints or Paul does, the other will need time to recover.'

I nodded and smiled, and she ran off, her now-waist length hair bouncing around. I tuned to Cassie and asked, 'Why do you call Mom only "Granny" and not "Grandma Sally" or "Gran Sally?"'

Cassie gave a bright smile and said, 'Well, Daddy (I felt a balloon-type thing swell in my chest at those words), all three of us have called all our grandmothers "Granny". Mom thought that "Granny Sally" would sound a bit too weird, so she's "Granny", but Granny Alpana (Mom's step-mom) is that and there's Granny Athena. The grandfathers are Grandpa Paul, Grandpa Poseidon and Grandpa Frederick.'

I told Christ, 'Well, if you are the oldest, then you know her. And if you know her, you can try to figure out her reaction.'

My son nodded and said, 'If I know her properly, then she will act all sweet at the start of the call, and when you tell her who all the new people are, she's going to go ghostly pale. Then Grandpa Paul enters and catches her when she faints. He rushes to get water and sprinkles her. Then we tell him, and he goes pale, but does not faint. Then Granny demands that all of us (basically, Dad, Mom, and we three) come over to visit at once, and Dad, you being the Momma's Boy (snickers ensue from the crowd), will agree, and me, being the Momma's Boy (snickers increase), follow whatever instruction she gives me.'

I smiled and said, 'Well, at least you've got Mom in a nutshell.'

As it turned out, the call went almost exactly how Christ said it would go.

Annabeth returned with the drachmas, and I made some mist (it's a long process, I'll tell you later). Tossing one drachma in the mist, I said, 'O Fleecy, do me a solid. Show me Sally Jackson.' (AN – Next chapter is dedicated to you if you can tell me which book and what chapter this phrase comes in)

Through the mist, I saw a glimpse of Fleecy, who smiled and winked at me, before Mom came on screen.

Her back was to us, and she was cooking in the kitchen. She moved to another pan, and I saw pasta on the stove. Mmm, I love Mom's pasta. She moved back to the pasta, and I saw a tray of her blue chocolate chip cookies. I love her cookies even more than her pasta. Mom added some blue food coloring to the pasta and I smiled.

Annabeth had told me that Mom had stopped making blue food while I was gone. Mom used to concentrate on cooking, or out of reflex she used to add blue coloring. Then she used to burst into tears when she brought the food to the table. She had stopped making cookies altogether. Her concentration proved to be a blessing; when I came back home, her food tasted much better. Annabeth and Mom claimed that it was because I haven't eaten her food for almost a year, but I like to disagree.

Anyway, I called out 'Mom!' once she'd switched off the stove and put the cookies in the oven, because when she'd hear me, she'd jump hard.

Needless to say, Mom did just that. She whipped around, and her face broke out in a large smile seeing my face.

'Percy! How are you, baby?' she cried. My friends and future kids (except my own) started sniggering. I threw them a dirty look and a glare, which made them shut up. I turned back to the IM and said, 'So, Mom, um, I have to tell you something really important, and –'

'Percy, I have not seen you so happy and twinkly since before you vanished,' Mom interrupted, looking suspicious. 'What happened to make you so happy?'

'Um…' I grabbed at Christ and beckoned Annabeth to do the same to our daughters. We pulled them into the screen with us and I said, 'They happened.'

Mom gasped, taking the three in, and went white. Stuttering, she said, 'A-and, w-who-who ex-exactly, are y-you?'

'Hi, Granny,' Andy said hesitantly, waving to Mom. Mom reached such a colour that made her previous white look colorful.

'Uh, yes, Mom,' I said slowly as she took in the situation. 'These three are mine and Annabeth's future kids who somehow ended up in the past.'

Mom surveyed the five of us, then fell into a dead faint.

(AN – I felt so tempted to leave a cliffy here, but 1, the chapter was two short, and secondly, I have too big a heart to let you suffer)

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'That went well,' Christ breathed as I cut off the message. After Mom fainted, Paul entered and tried to shake her awake. I frantically gestured to the kids to move out of range of the message, and they did so, leaving Annabeth and I to talk to Paul. After Mom awoke, we brought our three kids back in the frame and introduced them to Paul.

Needless to say, Paul needed to be shaken awake by Mom, who still looked like she couldn't believe her ears.

We brought all the future kids in the frame one-by-one, and introduced them to Mom. Towards the end of the call, Mom told me, 'Percy, I have been very happy to see all the future kids, but I would like, no, love it, if you could come here with Annabeth and my grandbabies.' She looked so ecstatic that I couldn't help it. I nodded and said, 'Yes Mom, we'll come over tomorrow.'

Mom beamed at me and we all bid her goodbye, and I cut the line off.

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I rang the doorbell.

'Percy! Oh, my baby!' Mom shrieked, opening the door and engulfing me in a tight hug. Behind me, Annabeth, Andy and Cassie started giggling (I didn't know Annabeth giggled) while Christ gave me sympathetic looks. As he later told me, apparently Annabeth acts like that, even when his friends come over and reduces him to deep embarrassment, in turn of which he does not talk to Annabeth for a week, and only does when she promises not to do it again. This lasts for three weeks, and then the cycle starts again. I felt for him, and most probably I did in the future too.

Anyway, Mom let go of me and said to all of us, 'Well, come on in, kids! Oh, I'm so excited!"

She shooed us in the house and made us sit down in the living room. Our living room had a couch, two armchairs, a loveseat and a small coffee table. Annabeth and I took the loveseat and the kids took the couch. Christ sat to Andy's left and Cassie to her right.

Mom entered holding a big plate of cookies. She smiled at the kids. 'I hope you like my cookies.'

The three nodded furiously and took two the moment the plate sat on the table. Annabeth and I were less eager and only took one, even though I wanted to take two, but then Mom would scold me and everyone would laugh.

Mom took her favorite armchair and said, 'Coffee's coming in two minutes, and Paul's out; he'll be back in two hours or so.'

Andy and Cassie looked around and talked for two minutes while the coffee came, mystifying the rest of us. Andy turned and said to Christ, going no trouble to lower her voice, 'Granny's old house is so much smaller than her new one.'

Mom looked at her in surprise, holding a tray of cups of blue chocolate coffee (AN – It exists – you can check). 'You mean to say that Paul and I shift to a new home?'

'Oh, yes, Granny,' Cassie nodded. 'When Mom first opened her firm –'

'I'm and architect?' Annabeth asked excitedly. Christ nodded and said, 'Yeah, and Dad's a marine biologist, most famous one available too. So we're quite rich. Continue, Cassie.'

'Yeah, so, anyway,' Cassie said. 'When Mom first opened her firm (which, by the way, is one of the most famous in the world), she had decided to start small. She made these two buildings when we (she indicated Andy and herself) were five. They were tall, though, but not much. Fifteen floors. Above those floors was one penthouse. The penthouse had a terrace above and huge balcony, the size of the one on all flats. Each flat took up one floor. As the head architect, she had made changes in the original plan by adding the penthouses. One she gave to Grandpa Frederick and Granny Alpana, the second to you, Granny, and Grandpa Paul. You and Granny Alpana have transformed the terraces into rooftop gardens. Granny, you had given a small sprig of moonlace to Granny Alpana, and it holds a special place in both the gardens. Awesome, isn't it?'

Annabeth nodded, eyes out of focus, probably thinking on how to design the buildings, when I asked Cassie, 'But where do we stay then?'

Andy smiled brightly and answered for her twin. 'You always said how you wanted to stay in a house with a yard and everything. Before Mom designed our house, we used to stay in a penthouse nearby too. Mom designed eight huge houses like that, side-by-side, in Long Island. After Aunt Reyna and Uncle Jason's term of praetorship, they shifted in with their spouses in the houses. Aunt Hazel and Uncle Frank simply wanted to be near their friends. Mom, obviously, was bias and made our house slightly bigger. The others don't mind, anyway. They all are super successful in their own fields, but Mom and Dad are definitely the most famous and most rich. Cool, eh?'

Annabeth nodded dreamily. I was sure that when we returned to Camp, she would call Christ and demand him to help her design the houses.

We all chatted for quite some time, and Paul arrived an hour before Mom said he would. He explained that he wanted to meet his future grand step-children, so he left for home early. Mom went and made a cup of blue chocolate coffee for him too, and he took the other armchair, eating his way through a fresh batch of cookies and listening to different anecdotes from his step-grandkids. Annabeth is quite proud of the fact that I'm trying to improve my vocabulary.

We sat for another hour, having five cups of chocolate coffee each (except Paul, who had only two and a half; he refused to drink the other half) and eating through about ten batches of cookies; three fresh, the rest at most two days old.

At last, belly full, 'I stood up and said, 'Well, Mom, we all should go. I know you want us to stay longer, but Chiron would get worried about us not reaching.'

'Okay,' Mom sighed, defeated. 'But at least let me pack some snacks for you.'

The "snacks" consisted of sixteen large thermoses of blue chocolate coffee, sixteen boxes full of blue cookies, thirty two packets of wafers and thirty two cokes.

'Mom,' I stared at the small (read: large) bag of the snacks she handed to me. 'I doubt that I can take that much.'

'Oh, nonsense,' she said, waving me off. 'Annabeth, I need to borrow a drachma, I'll tell Chiron about the snacks. I'm sure he'll allow you all to bunk in Poseidon cabin. I'm sure Poseidon won't mind either.'

I sighed, knowing that it was futile to argue, and so we all lugged ourselves downstairs and got into my new car: a sea-green and blue Maserati Spyder. The gods had decided to grant us gifts yet again after the second war. I, unfortunately, was yet another leader of the war, but instead of offering us immortality, decided to give us whatever gifts we wanted instead. I chose better elevator songs and a new Maserati Spyder.

You might be wondering how we'd fit five people in the car when it was only meant for two. Well, the gods decided that I'd get extra special features added. I could elongate the car to as much as I wanted. The gods promised that the most it could go was across USA. To the mortals, however, it would look like a fleet of blue and green Maserati Spyders was going on the street. I love the Mist.

I sat on the driver's seat and Annabeth took the passenger's. I pressed a button and typed 2, and voila! I have a five seater Maserati Spyder in front of me. Cassie, Andy and Cassie seated themselves. As far as I gathered, I had the same car in the future too. This car would update itself all the time. Freakin' awesome? I definitely thought so.

Christ sat behind me and Cassie behind Annabeth, and Andy sat in the middle. I was about to play the radio, when Cassie pulled out her iPhone and told me, 'Here, plug this in.'

I took the cable and plugged it in. Before my eyes, the AUX socket molded itself to fit the cable. My car's so awesome! I thank you, gods.

A song which I recognized to be Taylor Swift's (I recognized the voice, I don't hear a future person, especially a girl, sing all the time) started blaring through the speakers. The car was sound and sight proofed from inside. Nobody from outside could see or hear anything inside, but we could listen and see what was going on outside.

'Christ leaned forward and told Annabeth and I over Andy and Cassie's in-sync voices blaring behind, 'Just so you know, this song is called Mary's Song (Oh My My My) and it's by Taylor Swift too.'

I told a puzzled and frustrated Annabeth, 'I'll tell you later.'

Christ continued, 'They think this song refers to their relationships with their respective boyfriends.'

I could hear an underlying current of anger in his voice, and I felt it flare inside me too. Annabeth calmed us both down by patting our shoulders.

Once Christ settled down behind, yowling off-key along the song while the twins threw him dirty glares, I turned and whispered to Annabeth, 'One set of parents down, about eight and a sister to go.'

Phew, that was long and was written in a span of about three hours. I just kept on penning down my thoughts (as quoted by my dad) and didn't realize how long it was. Anyway, on a darker note, I have a question/request for you guys. I have way too much on my hands, so I can't write all my stories at the same time. I have decided to put a poll on my profile, and whoever wants to vote can do so. Basically, which story I should work on first, second, third, fourth, fifth and sixth. There's this one, one in which the gods and some demigods study in High School (High School with a Twist), a rewrite of a story called 'Mark of Athena Goes Haywire', a rewrite of my 'Characters read the Series' of Percy Jackson, my House of Hades, and another one in which Harry Potter's parents come back to life. Vote soon, because I will put up one update on all stories except for the rewrite and the Harry Potter one; I'm going to wait to start a new story. This is the last update for this story until the results come out. I might update all my stories by one chapter during the month. The poll remains open after a chapter in all my stories.

PS – I have another Harry Potter Idea in my head, in which a young muggle HP fan gets her Hogwarts letter and is going to go to Hogwarts. I'm adding that on the poll too.

Stella