A/N: This one's gonna be a little bit different, but I was bored and it was in my head. It's nothing super original, but it's my spin on it.

Zoe

Personally, I'd had some pretty rough days before.

This was on top of the list.

I'd been at home one moment, and in the next, I found myself in Lower Manhattan. Well, as best as I could guess. I did know New York fairly well, but still had to search around a few blocks to get myself oriented. I'd immediately started heading north, hopefully to a section of the city I would recognize better. I remembered that NYU was somewhere nearby, and I'd been to the campus before with my parents, taking a tour. I had wanted to see it and at least consider it, since mom and dad went there together.

By my guess, I was getting close to the Campus, and if I was lucky there would be some maps there so I could have some sure idea of where to go to get home, but I was distracted from my thoughts as I almost bumped into a couple that was walking the opposite direction. I just managed to swerve aside as they did, "Sorry!" the boy said, and I froze, because the voice was eerily familiar.

Turning, I almost cried in relief. "Dad!" I launched myself into his arms, so glad to see someone I knew that I hadn't realized he looked a lot younger than normal, like, my age, younger.

"Um…" he said, hesitant and confused, "I think you've got the wrong person."

He had his arms in the air, and I slowly backed away, looking at him. It dawned on me he did look a lot younger… and the girl beside him who was examining me with fierce grey eyes…

"But," I looked at them, trying to form the words. My mom – Or, the younger version of my mom – beat me to it, "You're almost the same age as him, how could he be your dad?"

"He looks, almost exactly like my dad, and you look like my mom." I exclaimed, now pointing at her. They both wore wary expressions now, and he asked "What's your dad's name, then?"

I groaned, "Percy Jackson, and if you aren't him, then where is he and why do you look like a younger version of - oh" I cut myself off midsentence, eyes flickering between their shocked faces.

"What… what year is it?" I asked quietly. The girl, who I was certain was my mother now, raised an eyebrow curiously, "2017…" she replied hesitantly, before asking, "What year did you think it was?"

I took a shocked step back, "I'm from 2039" they both sucked in breaths, and I took the moment to ask them, "You're Annabeth and Percy, right?"

They both nodded, and then Percy paled, "You called me dad, I'm - you're my kid from the future?" I nodded, looking down at my shoes for a second before glancing at my mom, Annabeth, "She's my mom, too."

I don't know what I was expecting as a reaction, but I'd looked back down at my shoes and didn't see young dad move forward, I just felt him wrap me in a crushing hug, just like the ones my regular aged dad gave me. I smiled despite myself, leaning against his shoulder.

"Holy shit" he said, not even bothering to censor himself in front of his child. If it hadn't been such weird circumstances I'd have scolded him, or mom would have, but she seemed about ready to say the exact same thing.

Dad leaned back a little, and then looked over his shoulder to Mom, "This doesn't count as like, teen pregnancy, right? Cause we didn't actually like, have her now… she's just, realistically from like seven years from now or something." He rambled, earning a muffled laugh from me, and a giggle I'd never heard come out of my mom before. It was the giggle that was reserved for teenage girls, I knew, because hers sounded exactly the same as mine did.

"No, Seaweed Brain, it definitely doesn't count as teen pregnancy if your teenage daughter who isn't born yet travels to the past and you meet her." Mom replied, rolling her eyes as dad slowly let go of me and stepped back.

Mom motioned for me to follow with them as she grabbed dad's hand and continued walking to wherever they'd been heading before. I matched their stride just as Annabeth asked, "So what's your name? We didn't actually get that part yet."

I smiled a little, before telling them. "Zoe Thalia Jackson, and yes, I'm named after who you think I'm named after."

My parents to be both got sad smiles at the mention, looking down a little.

"Trust me" I said, "You guys went pretty all out on namesakes."

They perked up, "We have other kids?" and I nodded, "One boy and one girl, I'm the oldest."

Annabeth bit her lip, struck with indecision, before finally giving in and asking what their names were.

I sighed, "Lucas Frederick and Bianca Sally."

To my surprise, dad let out a sigh of relief at this, "Thank gods we went with mortal parents for middle names, I mean, can you imagine the poor kid's whose middle name is Poseidon or Athena?"

Mom smiled slightly, shaking her head at dad's shameless grin.

It was only a few minutes until they stopped and lead me into an apartment building, heading up a few flights of stairs and unlocking one of the doors.

I was a little surprised at how modest and small the place was, because the house they owned, well, it was big, and beautifully made. I almost mentioned so, but figured the less I gave away about the future, the better, it might end up messing with their heads and changing things if they knew now.

We all just sat down in the living room, a little silent.

It was unnerving, because I'd never seen my parents being silent like this. Usually it was a comfortable silence and one of them would break it with conversation or a joke, but they both seemed deep in thought, and worried. A tense and unsure Percy Jackson was one version of my dad I thought I would never see, but here he was.

Finally, my mom revealed what was on their minds, "Are we, "she paused, hesitant and uncharacteristically shy, "Are we good parents?" she finished, looking up at me. Dad matched her gaze, looking at me with the same questioning expression.

I stared at them wide eyed in disbelief, "That's what you've been sitting here worrying about?" I asked incredulously, getting up, "You guys are the best parents. You always know how to handle anything the world can throw at us, whether it needs you to be angry at something or quiet and comforting. You've always been the two people I know I can go to for anything."

They both looked surprised, but also genuinely happy at hearing this, mom was almost holding back tears, as if she'd been fearing the chance of her being a horrible mother up until now. I beckoned for her to stand up and then gave her a hug, because she was my mom and for once, I was in a situation to pay her back for all the times she'd hugged me when I needed one.

Wrapping one arm tightly around her, I spoke lightly in her ear with a smile, "Don't worry, you're a mom of the likes of Grandma Sally."

This almost broke her dam, but she nodded ever so slightly, "I never really had a mom until I met Sally, anyways, so it's only fitting."

Dad let out a small chuckle, stretching his arms out and grinning so wide I just knew he was about to try and break the tension, "What? No hug for me?"

I grinned and gave him a hug, with mom joining in.

"There we go" he said, "This is a weird family reunion." Was added as an afterthought, and I snorted, "That's because most family reunions don't happen before the kid was actually born, dad"

Mom pulled away first, and I swear I saw her wipe away a tear when she thought we weren't looking.

"So, let's find a way to send you back home. I get the feeling we're going to be worried sick in about 22 years when our daughter disappears."

Dad just grinned, "Well, if we remember today by then, we'll probably just sit around casually and wait to hear a crazy story."

I smiled widely, being reminded of why I loved my parents so much. Now, to get back home…