First of all, I might not be able to update tomorrow 'cos I'm going over my friend's and staying the night- movie night!

Second, guest reviews:

Guest 1: You sound so certain of that! *evil laugh*

To what: Yeessss!

Guest/Angel of Darkness who is too lazy to log in- I feel bad for Tyler. But bad as in evil and evil as in MWHAHAHAHA! You hope that Percy hates him? Wow… feel the love, Dean, feel the love… And somebody who I will not name- *cough* Elmlea *cough* keeps shouting at me to post more letters, so hopefully I can. That was a spontaneous idea and I love it myself, even if that does sound a bit fatheaded…

Guest 2: I don't know what's wrong with Sage. Aphrodite, maybe. She's a cow.

Guest 3: I'm trying! :D

Guest 4: Sage wasn't supposed to send Dean kisses! That was an accident! But I'm too lazy to change it, so ignore them or something- THEY WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO BE THERE! D:

Um… I think that's all of them…

"What's the red book?"

"No."

"What? Tyler knows though!" Dean protested, widening his eyes in that stupid pleading look of his.

"Of course Tyler knows. He's my best friend." FRIENDZONED.

"Can I know?"

"No."

"Why?" She shot him The Look and he slouched in his chair, folding his arms. "Can I have a clue at least?" She shook her head, setting the letter journal back in her bag.

Percy was working a late shift doing whatever Percy did for a living- top secret, apparently. Why he didn't tell his children what his job was, they had no idea. Maybe he worked in McDonalds.

Visualising her father, the saviour of Olympus, in a McDonalds' uniform, Sage snickered to herself. There were some things that didn't go together in life and that was one of them.

"Mom, where's Dad?"

"Working."

"Where?" Annabeth frowned at her. "He's not selling drugs somewhere, is he?"

"Yes. He manages a chain of drug exports and transports them overseas." Annabeth grumbled sarcastically.

"He's a spy!" Callum intervened. "Double agent Percy Jackson."

"He's going to have to kill you for blowing his cover now." Annabeth smirked lopsidedly. Callum gave a very sarcastic, maniacal laugh.

"He can't catch me."

"Sure about that?"

"OHMYGODSDON'TKILLME!" Callum waved his arms about his head, dislodging the sudden grip on his shoulder.

"Calm down, Callum." Percy laughed. "How about I give you ten minutes head start? I'm feeling generous." Callum stared at him for a moment before swivelling on his heel and sprinting upstairs. "Oh, he's good." Percy moved around the table, kissing Annabeth's cheek in greeting and holding up a blue plastic bag. "Got your favourite." Annabeth peered in the bag and smiled.

"Aw, thanks Seaweed Brain." She kissed him lightly, hooking her arm through his. "Come on, tell me about work." She dragged him off to the kitchen.

"What's your job?" Sage called after him. Percy waved at her without looking round and closed the kitchen door behind him.

"Hi to you too." Dean muttered. "I thought he was feeling generous?"

"He hasn't met you yet." Sage pushed herself up from the table and promptly burst into the kitchen.

"-and then Ian slipped and… there was just this avalanche of-" Percy saw his daughter and paused. "Stuff." He finished eventually. Annabeth turned, shooting Sage a warning look. It would be easier if they could keep Percy in a good mood to meet Dean, but if he was reminded it might not go so well.

"Dad." Sage started. "Come and meet Dean."

"In a minute."

"Now." Percy stared at her, his eyes taking on an unusual steely glint.

"In a minute." He repeated firmly, turning back to Annabeth. Sage made to retort, but Annabeth shook her head a fraction and Sage had to stay quiet. It was no use pushing Percy. He'd ban all contact with Dean and cancel the cinema trip in a heartbeat.

Sighing and grumbling a curse, she stomped back to her friend, collapsing in her chair.

Callum had bravely returned with back-up – Theo and Lilly – and was chatting away with Dean like old friends; "She thought it would be a good idea to hide all our games, but we hid all her books and replaced them with as much Twilight stuff as possible. Oh, hi Sage."

"Callum."

"Yes?"

"Shut up."

"No." She glared at him. Callum smiled sweetly, drumming his fingers on the table. "Going to make me?" He teased. Sage bunched her fists and stepped towards him, but Dean suddenly intercepted.

"Hey, no blood where I eat my food, thank you very much." Dean peered around her. "Where's your dad?"

"On my nerves."

"Oh." Dean pressed his lips together and stayed quiet.

Callum didn't.

"What about Tyler? Is he coming over too? He's fun." He looked at Dean. "He wouldn't just sit here and wait for Dad- he'd march in there like 'sup, bro!'"

"You really sounded like Tyler there."

"My speciality." Callum tipped an imaginary hat at him. Theo bopped him playfully on the head.

Percy walked in then, coffee in one hand and running the other through his hair. Annabeth trailed behind him, thumbing through a book with a bowl of chocolate ice-cream in her other hand.

"Mr. Jackson." Dean stood up. "Hi, I'm-"

"Dean, I know. Sage doesn't shut up about that bloody cinema trip."

"My bad. It is the Lego Movie though, that has to be cool." Percy just nodded. "You don't mind me taking her, do you?" Percy clenched his jaw, shooing Callum from his chair. "I can have her back by whatever time you say, promise."

"Hmm…" Annabeth sat next to him, elbowing him as she did so. "You get on with Tyler?"

"Yeah, OK. He's been a bit funny lately, but he's alright."

"Brothers or sisters?"

"No. Single child. Less headaches that way." Percy nodded again. "Um… you?"

"One sister and a couple of half-brothers around."

"A couple?" Sage smirked. Percy counted on his fingers.

"Quite a few, yeah. I blame Dad."

"Bit of a ladies man, is he?" Dean grinned.

"You could say that." Dean looked at Sage, his eyes flashing worry. Percy was being so uncooperative!

Tyler spun his phone in his hand, debating whether or not he should text Sage and see how her father was getting on with Dean.

Hopefully he isn't and they don't get to go to the cinema.

You could go to, his brain reasoned.

Third wheeling? No thanks.

Sighing, he cast his phone aside and got up. His mother was working and Andrew would be home any minute now. He had an 'errand' to run, apparently. A secret one.

In other words, he had gotten drunk and his wife wasn't meant to know.

Pacing about the lounge, Tyler contemplated if he should go to the cinema, using his allowance, and ruin the date, but that wouldn't score him any brownie points with Sage.

Maybe an emergency.

Like an anonymous phone call detailing a hidden bomb.

Really? His brain quizzed. That's just desperate.

It wasn't desperate. It was Sage.

A heavy thumping on the door pulled him from his thoughts.

"Tyler, open the doooooor…" Andrew slurred. Tyler hurried and removed the chain, pulling the door inward.

"Hey Dad. Um, I've put a ready meal in the microwave and I ran you a bath. Um… was there anything else?"

"Coffee."

"Coffee." Tyler repeated, smiling. "Two minutes and you can have a coffee." Andrew grunted and staggered past. Tyler closed the door as quietly as he could, turning to see his father slouched on the sofa. "TV?" He offered.

"No."

"OK. Let me know if you need anything else."

"Where's your mom?"

"She's working. She said she'll be home about ten, so not to worry." Andrew just nodded grudgingly and Tyler escaped to the kitchen to make his father's coffee.

He had only been gone two minutes and saw his father battling with the chain on the door. "Dad?" Andrew yanked the door open and stumbled out. "Dad, where are you going?" Tyler set the coffee down and ran after him.

"I'm gonna see your moottthhheerrr…"

"But… she'll be home in an hour."

"Nooo…"

"Why don't we go and talk? Did you play darts again? Who won?" Andrew glared at him. Tyler hastily fell silent. "Your coffee's ready." He mumbled, looking at his father's muddy shoes.

"Don't care…" Andrew rambled off, passing the elevator and heading for the stairs.

"Dad, you'll fall!" Tyler ran forward and grabbed his father's arm just as Andrew lost his footing. He pulled his father back, but had sparked his temper.

"Get off me!" Andrew snatched his arm back harshly, unbalancing Tyler. "I can take care of myself!" He raged, stomping forward, but tripping on his laces. He collided with Tyler, sending him hurtling back a few paces too many.

His anger dissolved in seconds as Tyler landed at the bottom of the stairs, slumped on his side.

What had he done?