So...this isn't my best work in all honesty which is why ill be updating again later tonight. Also, i'll have an author's note on the next chapter.

Chapter 19

Sally watched as Olivia angrily stomped into her apartment, throwing her bear to the side. Her hair was in two French braids and she wore a t shirt and jeans. She sat on the couch and crossed her arms. Mrs. O'Leary jumped onto the couch beside her. Sally had just picked Olivia up from daycare because Percy was busy elsewhere. Paul was at work. Sally wiped her hands on her jeans before pulling her long black hair into a ponytail.

"Olivia," Sally said as she joined her on the couch. "What's wrong?"

"Grandma, today is Mother's day but I don't have one." Olivia pouted.

Sally frowned, "Olivia…everyone has a mom."

"I don't have one, grandma."

Sally sighed and wrapped an arm around her, "Olivia, you do. You just don't remember her."

"She left?" Olivia asked.

Sally shook her head, "She died."

"Why?"

Sally was not about to tell Olivia the reason Annabeth died was because she was born. That would just crush Olivia even more. "Because it was her turn."

They were quiet for a few moments.

"Daddy doesn't have pictures," Olivia mumbled. She stroked her dog.

Sally looked up, "What do you mean?"

"Nothing," Olivia said. She sat up and stared at the blank TV. "I've never even seen a picture of her. Daddy can't even remember what she looked like."

"Because," Sally stressed. "He was in a car accident…so were you. And the car accident took away his memories of her."

Olivia frowned. "Grandma," she whispered.

"Yes?"

"Were you in car accident?"

"No."

"Did you ever meet her?"

"Yes."

"Then you can tell me what she look like."

Sally glanced down at her hands in her lap. She then stood up. "Follow me."

Olivia jumped up and followed Sally. She was excited and was sure she was finally going to get answers. Sally led her towards her bedroom. She opened the door slowly and stepped inside. Sally quietly closed the door behind her holding Mrs. O'Leary. She stood in the middle of the bedroom.

"Okay Olivia, I've never shown this to anyone."

Olivia nodded.

"You can't tell this to anyone."

"But grandma—"

"Olivia," Sally said firmly. "No one. Especially not Daddy, okay?"

Olivia was wide-eyed but nodded. Sally led Olivia towards her walk-in closet. She knelt down and Olivia stood by her side. Sally reached into the bottom and pulled out an old hatbox. She opened it to reveal a blue and white hat. She lifted it slowly to reveal a picture frame. She held it to her chest.

"Okay." She sat on her knees. "Okay." She took another breath.

She gave the picture to Olivia.

Olivia looked down slowly at the picture in her hand. It was…old. She recognized her dad of course.

"That's you as a baby," Sally explained. "And daddy…and mommy."

She traced her finger from right to left. "Daddy," she whispered. "Me." Her hand circled over the baby. She finally looked at the woman. She screamed.

Sally jumped.

Olivia gave her the picture. "No grandma!" she yelled. "This isn't funny!"

Olivia left the room carrying Mrs. O'Leary with her.

Sally quickly put away the photo and followed her out. Olivia was sitting on the couch, staring at the blank TV screen. Mrs. O'Leary had gone off elsewhere.

"Okay, Olivia, we don't scream," Sally said as she stood in front of the TV.

Olivia crossed her arms. "I scream."

Sally put her hands on her hips. "Why did you scream?"

Olivia glared but didn't answer.

"Olivia, do you want to go on a time-out?"

Olivia huffed. "No."

"No screaming, okay?"

"Fine."

Sally sighed and turned towards the kitchen door. "Do you want a snack? C'mon."

Olivia grumbled and followed Sally into the kitchen. She climbed up onto one of the bar stools as Sally made her a sandwich.

Olivia put her head on the table.

"So, what's your favourite colour, Olivia?" Sally questioned as she smeared mayo onto a piece of white bread.

"Purple," Olivia mumbled.

Sally sighed as she slid a plate towards Olivia. Olivia's head finally came up as she thanked Sally. Sally stood on the other side of the island.

"I think you look just like her," Sally said.

Olivia looked up. "Who?"

"You're mother."

Olivia took a bite of her sandwich. Then commented, "Her hair was yellow."

"Yes," Sally agreed. "But, it was curly like yours." She touched one of Olivia's braids.

Olivia slipped a smile. "Is she really my mom, grandma?"

"Yup," Sally said. "And she loved you."

Olivia smiled again. Then she frowned. "She just looks like someone I know."

"That's why you screamed?"

Olivia nodded. "That's why I screamed."

There was a knock at the door and Olivia jumped up from the couch. Sally walked out from the kitchen as Olivia headed toward the door. Sally went in front and opened the door to reveal Percy, Thalia and Nico.

Sally raised an eyebrow.

"They followed me here," Percy explained.

Thalia slapped his shoulder. "I did not follow you here."

Percy rolled his eyes.

"Yeah," Nico shrugged. "We're still hung over who Olivia likes more."

Olivia headed towards Percy after waving to Thalia and Nico.

She smiled as Percy scooped her up.

"Where's Mrs. O'Leary? It's time to go," Percy said.

"She's in the room, I'll get her," Olivia replied as Percy put her down. She ran into the guest room where she knew her dog was. She slowly opened the door. And then, she screamed for the second time that day.

Percy had just turned to thank his mom when he heard Olivia scream. He exchanged a look with Sally and his cousins before running towards the guest room. He found Olivia wrestling for something with Mrs. O'Leary.

"Let go!" she yelled, angrily.

"Olivia! What are you doing?" Percy yelled.

Olivia's head turned, and whatever they were fighting over, ripped straight in half. Olivia flew back landing on her bottom. Mrs. O'Leary nearly hit the wall. Stuffing flew everywhere.

Olivia held her half, the head, of her childhood bear. Thalia whispered, "Beary."

Percy watched Olivia carefully.

She kept her eyes down on the head in her hands. Her lip began to tremble.

Sally held her hands to her mouth.

Mrs. O'Leary was in the corner, chewing on her part of the remnants of Beary.

Percy was staring at the bear's head. "Olivia, what happened?"

"It's all Mrs. O'Leary's fault!" Olivia cried. Tears began to stream down her face. She glanced at the pug and stomped over to it. "Stop it!" She wrestled for the bear's body. "Stop it, Mrs. O'Leary!"

Percy sighed and moved Olivia from the dog and removed the bear from Mrs. O'Leary's mouth.

"Olivia, what happened?" Sally asked, repeating the earlier question.

"I came to get Mrs. O'Leary and she was chewing on Beary so I tried to get Beary, and…" She burst into tears. "Beary is dead!" She began to collect pieces off the ground. Realizing she was sad, the pug began to walk towards us and she pushed it away. "Go, away."

Thalia turned towards Nico slowly. "I win."

"What?"

"You gave Olivia that dog and I gave her the bear and now she hates the dog and I win."

"She doesn't hate the dog!" Nico insisted.

"Yes I do! She ruined my bear!" Olivia yelled.

"Olivia, I'll fix your bear," Sally offered.

Olivia sighed loudly. "Beary's a goner." She turned towards Nico. "I expect you to arrange the funeral. When and where it's going to be."

Percy could tell Nico was trying not to laugh. "Okay."

"Grandma."

"Yes, Olivia."

"You can prepare the body."

Sally looked down at the remains of the body. "Alright."

"Auntie Thalia, you can make the guest list."

Thalia nodded.

"And Daddy, I expect you to write a speech."

Percy sighed. "Fine."

"Thalia will help because she gave me the bear."

Again, Thalia nodded.

Olivia clapped twice. "Be gone."

Percy smirked. "Olivia—"

"Be gone."

The adults slowly and awkwardly shuffled out of the room.