To Awesome as Annabeth- that was SO not 'FOREVER'! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I'm going to try and update tonight- didn't last night 'cos I wasn't feeling like it. Read some Harry Potter instead and OH MY GODS, DOBBY! D: I've read this series nine times and every time that makes me cry :'( Origami? Haven't done that in a while. Best I can do is hats, butterflies and flowers. We did have a book for Origami for kids, but we've lost it :P

Guest- Yay! :P

Instead of grounding Sage for life, as expected, Percy simply told her to be careful with Tyler. "And no funny business." He added firmly.

"Dad!"

"Percy, away! Sage knows perfectly well what the rules are!" There were a few altered rules Percy had put down. She wasn't to be left alone with Tyler; curfews were stricter and she was only allowed out with Tyler when they had both appeased their respective parent(s).

Tyler was living with his mother now, visiting his father every weekend. August had not forgiven Andrew, but Tyler didn't blame him. He was trying to talk his mother round- he didn't want his parents to split up.

"Mom, I'm fine! Look! Me, here, alive and annoying-"

"Tyler!" Tyler pressed his lips together, uncertain. August pinched the bridge of her nose, her eyes closed. "Look, if your dad sorts himself out and stops drinking, it'll be OK. He'd have learnt his lesson. But if he drinks one drop of alcohol, that's it. He's gone. And he won't see you again." Her voice was firm, but her eyes glistened with tears. She may sound harsh, but a drunken mistake had endangered her son. "It's a miracle we're still together after-" Her voice caught and tears fell. Tyler remained quiet, moving forward and enveloping his mother in a hug.

He didn't really remember his baby brother- he had barely been two when it had happened. All he knew was that, while August had been at the hospital for a check-up, Andrew stayed at home with his two sons. He had already had a drink or two, slightly tipsy as he put the youngsters to bed for their morning nap.

The next thing Tyler remembered was his mother screaming as she held a blue-faced baby.

Sebastian- or Sebby, as Tyler had called him- had only been two weeks old.

He had died in his sleep, for reasons Tyler still didn't know. It had taken extreme counselling to mend the rift between his parents.

August originally accused Andrew of neglect, but that wasn't true. He had only been asleep ten minutes, awaken by his toddler son saying something about a 'blue Sebby'.

Sometimes, Tyler wondered what it would be like if Sebby had lived. Would he be as close to Sebby as the Jackson children were to each other? What would they have done growing up? Would they have learnt to swim or ride bikes together? Would they have gone to the same school? What would Sebby think of Sage?

He sat on his bed later that day, staring at the digital clock. The date today was August 1st. Sebby's birthday.

Sebby had been in his life for a short two weeks, most of which he could not remember. He recalled snatches- a baby scan photograph; the mornings spent in baby shops helping to picks clothes, toys and furniture; the afternoons with his parents deciding names and helping to decorate the nursery.

Tyler still had the scan photo now, as well as the dusty blue floppy toy dog he had seen and demanded for his on-coming baby brother. He got them from his keepsake box, alongside the framed photo of him on a hospital bed with a blue bundle, so small, in his arms. That was the first time he had held Sebby and he'd never been so happy.

His parents, obviously, didn't have any more after Sebby. Tyler wouldn't mind a brother or a sister, but it was a highly sensitive topic. Having Tyler and Sebby figuratively cost August and Andrew an arm and a leg. IVF was no cheap procedure.

"Tyler, Sage is here!" Tyler hurried to place the photos and the toy carefully back in the shoe box, concealing them beneath his bed. His parents didn't know about them.

"Hi!" Sage beamed, still standing in the doorway. They had achieved a date together and there were hopes for another one as long as Tyler got her home by half-two. That meant six hours with Sage. His girlfriend.

Sage was looking at him curiously. "Are you OK?" Tyler nodded, not meeting her eyes.

"Be careful!" August called from the kitchen. "And take her home by two!"

"Half-two!" Tyler corrected.

"It's better to stay in Percy's good books." Sage nodded in agreement, but only half-heartedly. She was still watching him concernedly.

"OK." Tyler said, looking away from Sage.

"And be good!"

"Yes Mom." He rolled his eyes. They called their goodbyes, waiting for August's in return before closing the door and heading off. Sage took his hand and he smiled. He focused more on the fact that they were dating- and the fact that her father approved- rather than the blue baby.

"What's the matter? And don't say nothing, I know you, Tyler."

"Just stuff." She didn't look convinced. "The… parents issue."

"Oh. Still?"

"Mom's got a stubborn streak I never knew of." Sage gave her version of a comforting look- a softer light tinged her sea green eyes while a small smile lifted the corners of her mouth.

"But there's something else, isn't there?"

"No." He lied. She fixed him with a steely look. "I'm just tired, that's all." She frowned and Tyler knew there was no worming out of this one.

Unless…

He sighed. "I just… don't want to talk about it."

"Anything I can do?" She asked kindly. He shook his head, murmuring his thanks. "You do know you can talk to me about anything, right?"

"I know." He smiled half-heartedly in gratitude. "It's just… difficult."

"Anyone need hurting?"

"Why is everything violence with you?"

"It's a family trait. I can't help it." She shrugged. "So, what are we doing today?"

"I don't know. Movie?" She wrinkled her nose in disapproval. "You're cute when you do that." Her eyes flashed dangerously and she somehow managed to get him in an underarm headlock.

"Don't. Call. Me. Cute."

"It's a compliment!"

"It's not me!"

"You are cute though." He mumbled, but this only encouraged her to strangle him. "OK, OK, no cute!" He choked. She let him go, smirking triumphantly. "Gods, I should filter the compliments."

"I don't mind most. Just not cute." It took him a few seconds to put two and two together, but then he remembered that Dean had always called her cute.

"So… can I call you beautiful?" She looked back at him, her cheeks fading pink as she fought a bashful smile. Tyler linked his arm with hers and smiled, glad that that one was sorted.

This isn't much, but I did have the idea of Tyler having a younger brother who had died for a while now. I'm not too sure where that's going though :P