DISCLAIMER: Okay, we all know who Rick Riordan is, but who the heck is Rickella? Does she co-author PJO and HoO?

A/N: Enjoy, R&R!-Livvi

Movies were my quality time with Dad. We went to watch one every Friday. It was our thing.

"So," Dad asked, giving me small glance before focusing on the road again. "What do you want to go see?" I fiddled with the ring on my necklace. It was a gift from Dad when I when I turned nine.

I looked over at my Dad. His jet black hair was swept over to one side, and his nose was more pointed than I'd ever realized. My dad still looked and acted like a teenager, which made him fun to hang around. His eyes were the sea-green I adored. His lips were on no level whatsoever pink. Just darker than his face.

"Um, I think there's a movie called The Lego Movie. It sounds interesting to me." I wasn't sure what I wanted to see and that was new.

"Okay. You buy popcorn and drinks and I'll get us good seats?" he asked me.

I gave him a smile. "But you pick out horrible seats!"

He looked over at me and winked. "Sorry, Fish Face." He teased.

I blushed. Why was I blushing, it was just my dad for the gods sakes! But the back of my mind whispered: That's what Aaron clals you. "Shut up, Seaweed Brain!" I shot back. Most kids would be appalled that a) I just told my dad to shut up, and b) I called him Seaweed Brain, but we weren't his kids. We were his friends.

"Mouthy, aren't you?" he responded.

"Well, I got that from you, didn't I?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Okay, Wise Girl."

"Wise Girl? I thought Mom was Wise Girl?" I raised a black eyebrow back at him.

He laughed, though it sounded a little pained. "We don't have time for stupid nick names any more."

"What do you mean?"

"She's always busy with job interviews, teaching in New Rome, and and adding finishing touches on Mount Olympus.

I choked. "Mount Olympus? I thought she got that job when she was 16!"

Dad sighed. "Being an architect is no easy feat, Denim. Not even for Mom."

I wasn't sure how to react. "Oh." That was all I could manage. Suddenly I wasn't so excited for the movies. I cold feeling creeped up on my back, and I got the feeling something was going to go terrible wrong. Only later would I learn demigod instincts werealways right.

I handed the cashier ten bucks. "Keep the change." She smiled and handed me two popcorns and a large Coke. I headed into our movie.

I stepped and Dad waved at me. OH MY GODS, HE GOT A GOOD SEAT! was my immediate thought. Thank the gods he did. About ten minutes into the movie, the cold crept onto my back again. I heard a laughing presence. Dad looked over at me. We shared the look. This isn't right.

We got out of our seats. We took our popcorn with us. We left the theater.

"Do you feel it?" Dad asked me. I looked at his eyes. He was scared. If there was a monster he would have to beat it alone. I didn't know the first thing about sword fighting. Or any fighting.

"Come on." Dad muttered. He grabbed my hand and we ran toward the car. That's where it stood. A thing. I didn't know what it was. "The Hades is that?" Dad asked. I wasn't sure. It had the body of a house cat, the head of an owl, the wings of an eagle, and the tail of a monkey.

It's eyes were a cold and calculating amber. "Perseus Jackson…." The owl's face curved into a crude grin. Its cold gaze came over to me. "And his daughter, the beautiful Denim Jackson." It flicked its tail as if dismissing me. "Let me make this easy. Denim, come with me and your precious family will be left alone. Or don't, and my mistress will be out for you forever."

"Um, all due respect Owl Face, but what the Hades are you?" I crossed my arms and tried not to face palm on the spot. Gods, I was so stupid.

I don't think owls hiss, but this one did. "Impertinence! Just like your father-"

"Leave my father out of this. Now, tell me, what are you?"

"I am the Koukouvágia." (Koo-koo-vi-ya, it's not a real thing from mythology) Its eyes were throwing me off focus. They started changing, making me think of a black abyss. The cat body had been a brown tabby before, but now the fur looked like it was bleeding black ink. From the cat's heart came blackness. It spread through the fur, crawling onto the tail and wings. The last thing that turned black was the owl's beak.

"Perseus," a feminine voice purred out of the owl. It sounded cold and distant. "Oh, where's your lovely Annabeth? This girl?" I felt cold air brushing my hair around and blowing my clothes around. "She will do. The spawn of the sea and wisdom." A hollow laughter came out of the Koukouvágia now. "Oh, dear, look at your father. You're on your own now. See, even the most powerful heroes tremble before me. Go on, sweetie, look at him." I slowly looked at my father. Sweat was beading down his forehead, he was pale, his green eyes gave away fear, and he was paralyzed. "See sweetie, your father is nothing but a broken shell. You can't fix him, only a certain someone could…"

The voice continued talking, but I wasn't listening. My brain was working faster than I thought it could work. Annabeth. The name just fell into my mind. My mother. The woman who was there for my father through anything. I had to be my mother.

I reached for my father's hand. "Seaweed Brain, Percy. Look at me. You're fine. Focus. Let's make a plan." My father's gaze was less terrified now, but still frozen on the Koukouvágia. I shut my eyes tight and wished for my eyes to be fully grey. I think it worked. "Percy. Look at me." I reached and turned my father's face towards me. He looked at me. His green eyes flashed with recognition.

"Wise Girl," he whispered.

"Yeah, that's me. Focus. Where's my genius husband?"

His face wasn't so pale. "Right here." His voice was so solid, like he was grabbing onto something and it wasn't going to let him go. "Okay. Make a plan." He gave me the goofy grin he only gave Grandma Jackson and Mom.

The voice purred again. "Hmm, oh, you will definitely make up for dear Annabeth."

I heard a loud metal SHINK. "Oh, no, Nyx. You will not touch my family." Dad's voice made me feel safe. I was fine.

I pulled a bobby pin out of my hair. Maybe I didn't know how to fight, but I knew how to shoot a bow and arrow. A black metal bow began to form in my left hand. The leather grip felt like it had been made for my hand. It felt weightless. A black quiver appeared on my back. I pulled a Celestial bronze arrow out of the quiver. I nocked the arrow and my father charged with Anaklusmos. The arrow flew straight at the black cat body. The Celestial bronze arrow began bleeding bronze onto the cat. Bronze flowed over the Koukouvágia like the black had. Dad stopped in mid-swing, watching what was happening to my arrow.

The Koukouvágia began to shatter into bronze dust. "I'm not done with you!" The female voice whispered as the dust flew away.

"Yes, yes, you are." Dad said clutching Riptide. He turned to me. "Can you change your eyes back, 'cause the grey is starting to creep me out." I threw my head back and laughed. I jumped up to him and he caught me. He staggered a bit under my weight. He looked at me. "Thank you. I'm sorry I turned off like that. Sometimes I blackout and remember the worst parts of my past. Y'know, Tartarus, a lot more, too, but that's the worst." He gave me a small smile.

I leaned forward and gave him a peck on the lips. "It doesn't matter, Daddy, it's just part of who you are. It's part of what made you the butt-kicking frickin' awesome dad you are."

"Okay, past the mushy stuff," Dad set me down, "Where's the popcorn?" I looked around and realized he was right.

Our popcorn was gone.

Schist.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! Please review! No feedback makes me feel like it was a bad idea to ever publish it. My first story, I deleted because no one ever gave me feedback so I didn't know how they felt about it, or if they were even reading it. Luv u all who read my stories!-Livvi