Oh my goodness, I can't believe I'm updating! Well, anyway, I made the decision to update all of my ongoing fics on my anniversary of my FF account, and I decided to finish this. Yeah, finish it. This is the last chapter. Also, while the first chappie was kinda fluffy and sweet, this one... isn't. It's more serious. Sorry! Part of it's funny, though. Anyway, to:

everyone who reviewed, story alerted, and/or favorite storied- Thank you so much! Thanks for supporting this fic for so long.

Katie Gardner- Yeah, right? Whenever I think of a garbage truck, I think of them with the people hanging off the back, but they do have the metal claws now... :P

Empty Thoughts- Thanks for making me laugh! I loved the little story.

Fruity- Yeah, Thalia's about six years older than Percy. I made Thalia five years older than Percy, which is the right age. When Annabeth joined Luke and Thalia, Annabeth was seven and Thalia twelve. Five years difference. Don't worry about it, though, I've made errors like that before. :P And I wasn't sure when Thalia ran away. Same for where she lived. I just thought maybe her mom brought her up to New York for Macy's or something.

And wow, there were differences before the reviews! I got two in February, three in March, one in April, and two in August. Talk about time differences! :P

Anyway, I do not own Percy Jackson.

To Be Many Things

When Percy entered pre-school, he was asked a question many times. That question was, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" And, similarly, Percy's answer was always the same.

"My Dad."

It wasn't until he was nine that he finally gave up on the fancy that his father would be coming. That was when he adopted a new job. Or, well, one he wasn't sure about.

"I dunno... Definitely not Smelly Gabe."

This particular 'job' lasted shorter than his last one, but still longer than most kids'. It wasn't actually until he entered middle school that he realized 'not Gabe' was justified, but not exactly a real job. This was why, when his next teacher asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up, he blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"A belly dancer!"

Needless to say, he changed his mind pretty quickly. When he was thirteen, his dad visited his cabin and asked him what he wanted to be. Percy thought for a long time before finally coming up with something that wasn't cliché, morbid, or normal.

"A master swordsman."

When Percy was fourteen, he came across a job he though was justified, not cliché or morbid, and perfectly normal. He also believed it was a good job. Kind of dangerous, but wasn't his life already dangerous?

"A police officer."

It wasn't until Percy was fifteen that he gave a morbid answer. In Percy's defense, though, it was perfectly justified. Then again, all of his answers to The Question (as Percy called it) were justified (except maybe the belly dancer). It was after Beckendorf died and Percy heard the prophecy, and the Stolls were taking a survey. It, no doubt, had to do with a prank. Anyway, the Stolls approached Percy and asked him The Question. Percy replied with one word.

"Alive."

It was when Percy was sixteen and the Battle of Manhattan was over that he finally realized what he really wanted to be. He quickly left his cabin and went in search of the Stolls What he said left the Stolls wondering when Percy got so philosophical.

"I want to be me."

Okay, so I came up with all of these answers, as no one gave me any ideas (fake glare). However, I think the answers fit Percy pretty well (except the belly dancer). And about that... I, personally, have nothing against belly dancers. I just thought it would be funny if Percy answered with something really funny for a guy, and belly dancer was the first thing that popped into my head. I suppose I could have used princess, though... :P

Also, while I was typing this AN, I came up with a one-shot idea. How many of you would like to see Percy as a belly dancer? :P I may end up writing this. Maybe not, though, so don't get your hopes up.

Please review, and thanks for reading!