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I don't know how I feel about this chapter. It's kinda long, but it might be kinda OOC. I'm not too sure since I never thought much about Fredrick's personality. And I'm just going to say sorry for all the POV changes in this chapter.


"When he got me, he asked Athena to take me back and raise me on Olympus because he was too busy with his work."

-The Lightning Thief


"Frederick will love her," Athena sighed.

One of her new children was born. The baby had small wisps of blonde hair, and Athena spotted her trademark gray eyes when she first opened them.

"What will you name her, Athena?" Nike smiled.

Nike was Athena's charioteer in battle. They'd gotten close enough to just call each other by name without any title. Today she was wearing a toga with a medal strung around her neck, which meant that she had won a competition recently (which was no surprise).

Athena thought about it. Annabel or anything like that sounded a bit strange, or a bit to common. She wanted something that would pop a bit, something that others can hear and think, "That's Athena's child!"

Then it came to her. "Annabeth," she said softly. "I'll name her Annabeth. I can tell she'll be one of my favorite children."

"Beautiful name," Nike agreed.

She kissed Annabeth on the forehead and called Zephyros.

"Take her to Frederick Chase," she said putting her in a basket. "In Virginia."

"Yes Lady Athena," he bowed.

He caressed the basket in his arms and gently flew down to the mortal world.

"I hope she grows up well," Athena murmured. "Frederick can be a bit too cold sometimes."

"Or as you say, 'strongly entitled to his work,'" Nike teased. "I've never seen you so concerned for one of your children before."

Athena stayed silent for a while. "Well then, I guess it's because that great people can have harsh pasts. And I do care for all my children. I just… never mind."


Frederick Chase looked up from his computer and stretched. His interest in American history and many other things had taken him far, but he was thinking of maybe teaching and focusing on one thing. He looked at his hand where his college ring was. It reminded him so much of Athena.

Athena… He smiled faintly. He wondered how she was doing.

He shook his head and took a sip of coffee. He didn't have time for that. He turned back to his computer and started typing away at his essay.

The windows in him work room rattled, and he frowned. What could that be? he wondered, but went back to his work, while thinking about that at the same time.

The windows rattled again, and he ignored it this time. The windows kept rattling, and he finally got up in annoyance and left his seat.

He opened the front door of his house and didn't see anything until he looked down. In a small basket was a sleeping baby. He thought he saw a faint figure laughing and fading in the air.

The baby was sleeping peacefully with a smile on its face. It seemed newly born. Instantly he knew it was his and Athena's child. There was a small card, about the size of a business card, in the basket.

He picked the card up in slight fear, and written there in neat cursive was:

Annabeth Chase

Daughter of Athena and Frederick Chase

He scowled and threw the card back in the basket, and the baby, Annabeth, squirmed in her sleep, and her smile was replaced by a small frown.

"Athena," he growled. "I don't have time to raise a child! Take her back to Olympus!"

There was a bright flash, and Athena appeared in front of him. She looked as beautiful as ever, with her long black hair and strong gray eyes. He only wished that those eyes weren't directed angrily at him.

"Frederick," she said in a deadly quiet voice. "Demigods need to be raised by their mortal parent. Is raising a child too much for you?"

"Why, yes it is!" he said, trying to calm himself down. "I don't want her! I never wanted a child. Raise her on Olympus yourself. Or is that too much for you?"

Hurt flashed in Athena's eyes but it disappeared quickly, but Frederick knew it was there. "She's your child."

"You could've asked me before if I wanted one."

"Do you want to dispose a new life that just came into the world?" Athena shot back. What made Frederick feel worse was that she still kept her calm composure, other than her voice which was rising.

"I'm too busy with my work," he muttered.

"Oh really?" she said, crossing her arms. "You seemed busy with work when I helped you get into a college and helped you get through it, but you still had time to see me."

"Athena!" he said in exasperation. "I'm trying to get a better job now! I can't deal with a child running around the house."

"I would raise Annabeth if I could," Athena said coldly. "Now that I see how bad of a parent you would be, but sadly, I can't. Who puts off a person for work? You can be so selfish sometimes, Frederick!"

Frederick flinched. She knew how to get him irritated. She knew exactly what his weak points were. The baby started to cry loudly. She had stayed quiet for a long time, considering his yelling.

"Fine, I'll raise Annabeth," he snapped. He knew that it wasn't a good idea to speak like this to a goddess, but he couldn't help it. "But it's not because I want to raise her."

"Good," Athena nodded. "I'm sorry for everything I just said now. Forget about this conversation."

She picked up the basket with surprising gentleness and put her hand on Annabeth's forehead. "Sleep now," she said, and she stopped crying. She put her in Frederick's arms and left.

Frederick couldn't help but just stay frozen out there feeling a heavy weight on his shoulders. He went back inside after a few minutes to his computer.

He saved his essay and shut his computer down. His work would have to wait.

Frederick had cleared out part of his room to make space for Annabeth. He made a small crib for her using some spare wood pieces he found lying around in the basement. It wasn't too hard, but she'd better be happy about it. He got a bit too many splinters while doing that. He moved some of his things to his work room which wasn't really a work room anymore. He hardly went in there, with his hands full with the baby.

"Well, I can say one thing," he said, cradling Annabeth. "Your mother has a really good choice in names."

He smiled as she reached for his hands. Her big eyes were gray, just like her mother. "Annabeth… It's unique in its own way. Make your mother proud when you grow up, okay?" He paused. "And me too, if you have any extra time."

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.


When Annabeth was three, she could speak, understand words, and walk just fine. She felt like sometimes her father didn't want her here. She knew better than to ask him though.

But on his grumpier nights, he'd be a bit inconsiderate and not even hide that feeling. She found out that she was a demigod, a daughter of Athena, the goddess of wisdom. She liked that. She just wished she could talk to her why her dad didn't want her along.

One day, she asked, "Daddy, do you love me?"

They were sitting on the couch watching Discovery Channel on TV. He was reading a large book about American history that even Annabeth couldn't understand—at least, not yet.

"Yes, I do," he sighed, and got his nose out of the book. "Why do you ask?"

"I just wanted to make sure," she said quietly. She couldn't help but wonder if he was just barely tolerating her. When she tried to talk to him, sometimes he'd say that he was busy with work. It wasn't her fault, was it?


When Annabeth was four, she grew a bit closer and a bit more distant from her father at the same time.

He had gotten a job at a small university where he taught American history. He was even busier and put her off to the side most of the time as a second priority.

But sometimes he took her to work with him. During the car ride, they could strike up a good conversation. But it ended too soon for her taste. Did he not like her company?

She started reading more books, so maybe she wouldn't be that big of a nuisance. But they found out quickly that she was dyslexic. She liked reading anyway, and was more determined to become better at it. Their conversations in the car lessened, and Annabeth wondered if he was happier like that.

But then the monsters started coming.

It wasn't often, maybe once every two months? But they scared her. She recognized some of them from the Greek mythology books she read.

"Daddy, there's a monster again!" she would scream.

Depending on what he was doing, he'd take his time coming. During that time, Annabeth would try to keep the monster busy, like tripping them over their garden hose, or stabbing them with a garden trowel.

They'd scare away the monster eventually, but they both got injured in the process.

"I'm sorry Daddy," she'd say.

"It's okay Annabeth," he'd say. "Let's get you cleaned up."

What scared her most though was that she was starting to see one or more spiders in her room. Maybe it was an illusion, maybe not. But they still scared her to no end.


Her dad had married someone else a year later. She was pretty, but Annabeth thought that she hated her. She refused to call her Mom, or anything like that. Whenever she had to speak about her, she always called her "Mrs. Chase."

"Good morning, Mrs. Chase," she'd mumble.

"Annabeth, if you're going to talk, say things more clearly," she said.

"Yes, Mrs. Chase."

Her dad almost refused to talk to her too. He'd leave off to university on his own and leave her with Mrs. Chase.

Monsters seemed to attack right then, most of the time. The attacks increased to once a month. Her stepmom didn't help her, and so Annabeth would scare it off or kill it on her own with a bronze weapon she found in her basement. It was a bit heavy, but it worked.

Mrs. Chase just looked at her coldly and shoved a first-aid kit in her small arms to treat herself. At least Dad helped her treat the wounds.

And at night, now she knew she wasn't hallucinating. She was starting to see trails of spiders crawling across the walls. But she still didn't tell anyone because she thought that they wouldn't believe her or care.


Frederick was up late in the night, writing a lecture for his class the next day. He was taking a coffee break when Annabeth came out of her room, shedding tears.

He pretended like he didn't see anything, but Annabeth came up to him anyway.

"Dad," she said, wiping her tears away.

Frederick noticed that she stopped calling him "Daddy" and started calling him "Dad." Of course, he noticed that she was calling his wife "Mrs. Chase" which was kind of rude, but he didn't comment on it.

"Do you hate me?" Annabeth asked.

"Sorry?" he said sitting back down at the dining table. His mind flashed back to the time when Annabeth asked him if he loved her.

He had said yes, because all parents love their kids, and he did too. He couldn't do anything if Annabeth didn't notice it.

"It's okay if you hate me," she said, a few more tears dropping from her eyes. "Everyone has someone they hate."

It broke his heart to hear her say something like that.

"I don't hate you," he said, putting his coffee down. His coffee would have to wait. "Why would you think that?"

"Because you don't talk to me anymore," she mumbled. "Or when you do, you always seem mad. You seem to like Mrs. Chase more, and she hates me."

"She doesn't hate you, Annabeth. And neither do I," he said. "Come here."

She came forward hesitantly, and he hoisted her onto his lap.

"Don't lie to me," she said. "I know that—"

She clamped up.

"What?" Frederick said. "Is something worrying you?"

"It's nothing," she said. "Thanks Dad."

She slid off his knee.

"Annabeth," he said. "Then can you tell me what you were thinking later when you're ready?"

"I'm ready, but I don't know if you'll appreciate it," she said. She sounded way too mature and hurt for her age. "But I know everything, Dad. I know."

She went back to her room and slammed her door closed.

Frederick took a sip of his coffee. He didn't understand what she meant by that. She didn't sound like she meant the know-about-everything-that-exists-in-the-world everything, but something else like she wasn't supposed to know.

His blood turned cold when he figured it out. She knew about the spat between him and Athena.