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Chaos regularly checked the progress of Percy's regenerating spine, her lover crying himself to sleep at the feeling of uselessness. He needed a wheelchair to get around for the gods' sake!

"You've regenerated enough power to teleport yourself back to earth," Chaos said, face stoic as she sat in front of Percy. Said God of Heroes, King of Demigods, looked up from his lap, his eyes shinning with hope. Chaos sighed. "But we do need to work on shielding your thoughts from Tartarus. If you'd like, we could continue your training on ear—"

"Yes!"

"—but then I'll have to accompany you," Chaos finished, sending a pointed glare towards Percy for interrupting her. Percy dropped his head down in apologies.

"How long until…"

"You still have six weeks left to be on that wheelchair. A great deal of your spine is still missing and is regenerating faster than any other Olympian's would."

Percy sighed, not liking being "benched" from the possibly still-going war. He wheeled out of the kitchen, having ate his dinner, and made way to the room, where he had Chaos help dress him in brown sandals, white shorts, and a white linen shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Chaos herself dressed to look presentable. Percy was not able to see what she was actually wearing, for his vision was blocked by the cloak she was wearing. The cloak had a moving image of the universe, showcasing all the stars and planets, moons and suns created by Chaos.

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"Remind me again why I look like a normal teenager on his way to the beach?"

"The loose clothing will help the circulation of your ichor, allowing it to continue the regenerating and healing process of your spine and any other wounds inside your body."

Unlocking the locks to the wheels, Percy sighed as he allowed Chaos to steer with the handles. Before long, he felt his body split into atoms before they came together again, albeit quite sluggishly, and formed himself and his wheelchair. The sudden feeling of nausea took hold of his body from the foreign feeling of teleporting, before he was engulfed into a hug by multiple persons.

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On Earth, before the arrival:

It had now been a month since Percy's disappearance. The Jackson family (Jake and Sally, Artemis and Carter) had been helped a great deal. Although Artemis was unaware of the "help" they were receiving, Clarisse would shut down any conversation concerning Percy and "abandoning" his responsibilities by challenging the speaker to a duel and thoroughly beating the demigod to submission. Annabeth and Thalia would offer their services to help around in the household, though they found themselves enjoying the time they spent with their niece and nephew. Artemis caught onto the help she was unknowingly receiving when Piper offered to take Jake and Sally to the mortal world and go shopping. If only to take them off her hands for a bit. Artemis—though she was upset because she was a strong, independent woman that needed no one's help—agreed if only because Carter had hit a small growth spurt and needed to be fed and nursed more regularly, she did not want her other two children to feel neglected. A month and two weeks passed and yet, no word from her beloved.

Artemis sighed as she sat down, just having fed baby Carter her fourth meal of the day. She sensed something off in her palace, her palace, not his, as she noticed a small footprint, perhaps a female's, accompanied by a heavy large footprint. Instantly, Artemis ran up the stairs to Carters room, bow in hand, arrow notched, and string pulled back, ready to fire at the intruder.

"My apologies, Lady Artemis." Before her, kneeled two armored Immortals.

"State your business."

"Word on Lord Perseus has gone 'round Camp Half-Blood. The other Immortals claim that he has returned home along with Lady Chaos. Lady Artemis, he—"

"Where," Artemis was able to growl out. Hazel sighed and looked over at Frank before back again at Artemis.

"He is in his cabin. But Lady Artemis, with all due respect—"

"You're dismissed. Though, please do inform Thalia and Annabeth that I will be gone. I would much rather have you stay here until Immortal Frank has retrieved them."

Hazel nodded.

A few moments later, Artemis found herself in the Perseus Cabin at CHB, looking around wildly for her husband. She heard a sigh, and then clicking and the creaking of the floorboards as something was rolled out behind her.

"Artemis? By the gods, I wish I could've been better for you."

Artemis turned around at the sound of his voice, and found nothing but the door. Then, she looked down, nearly collapsing to her knees at the sight of her husband, so fragile, so broken, on his wheelchair. He lent forward to kiss her on the forehead, closing his eyes as both relished the moment. The matriarch of the family nearly let a tear slip as she held in a sob. Her husband was home. Her beloved was sitting right in front of her. When she felt the body of her love shake, she stood up and caressed the side of his face with her calloused hands. He leaned into her, resting his forehead on her once swollen belly. She cradled his head to her, closing her eyes before bending forward to kiss him on the head.

"My love," she said, a tear unsheathing itself from behind her eyelid, "you're home."

"Yes, yes I am. I'm finally home. I'm home, Artemis, I'm home," he said, soothing both himself and his wife at the same time. The two stood/sat like that for quite a while, reminiscing about their many years together, the many months and years and decades and days that lead to this very moment.

Artemis wished more could have been done at the time; perhaps a grand kiss, or a tight embrace, but the extent to his injuries were unknown to her, therefore she could accidentally hurt him. Her heart stopped.

"Sorry," he had whispered to her, "Gods, Artemis, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean—I didn't know—it didn't, I didn't—"

"I suppose it is time to properly introduce ourselves. This, young fine man before you is Lord Perseus—"

"—I know my husband—"

"—the Fifteenth Olympian, King of all creation and the Universe. I am Lady Chaos, first ever primordial being and Queen of all creation and the Universe."

"I'm so sorry," Percy said, rocking back and forth in his chair.

Artemis looked down at him.

Now she understood.

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That's a wrap for tonight. Guys, I'm about to K.O. right now. I'm soooooo tired. I've been up for nearly 26 hours straight now. I hope you guys have a good rest. Oh! Before I forget, I was wondering if anyone would like to beta the chapters of my first few stories? Especially the first chapters of The Life of Percy and Artemis J. Leave a review if you're interested and I'll get back to you.

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