Hello again! Sorry I didn't update during the weekend, it was a very busy weekend for me..but I make up for a very, very long chapter. Almost 13 pages in Word. Hopefully that might satisfy you.

Speaking of satisfied, ImWritingInThisSec: You're actually very right. I never thought about how Annabeth could experience her eyesight in just two days. So I thought about it and knew that Rick had never mentioned any demigod with glasses and how that works. So I have a little explanation I have come up with in the story. Thank you for mentioning my little slip-up there. :) I also thank for all the reviews.

This next chapter features the gods in Olympus. I know I had forgotten some but...yeah. I forgot about them. Sorry. But alas, I do not own PJO at all. We have Rick Ridordan to thank for that.

Anywho, enjoy!

Leo's eyes glittered when the six found themselves staring at the mountain of Olympus. It looked absolutely beautiful and majestic from where they had landed. He had always imagined the gods as selfish, obnoxious people who didn't know how others felt. All they cared about was keeping their own temper from blowing the top.

But looking at this view, it made him feel like they could actually care about a whole other city besides their own bubbles atop the mountain. The trees stood tall and healthy, laughing good-looking kids walked around on the polished, un-littered streets. Golden apples hung from the trees and perfect fruits grew from next the sidewalks. It was like a paradise to him; that almost anything could be perfect and actually caring like this. It almost made him change his mind about the gods.

Almost.

Then he met the Olympians themselves. There was a weird electrified aura between the half bloods and the greedy pure bloods. And it wasn't just from Zeus who was gripping his lightning bolt confidently, its tip sending dark cracks into the already creviced tile as he leaned the symbolized weapon against the floor.

Leo snorted. Zeus only did that for show effects; to look cool and "dangerous" to any intruder or citizen who enters his oh-so mighty palace.

Despite that, Leo couldn't forget that cold shiver that ran up his spine as the lightning curved out dark shadows on the god's face, outlining his high cheek bones and below his eyebrows, also covering the majority of the right side of his rough face with a shadow. Although it made him look sinister, Leo wasn't sure how it was possible because the room was already shining with a brightly glowing light from a source Leo couldn't find.

But Leo would not seem weak in front of Zeus. He knew he should be, but there was something inside of him that did not want to back down in front of that guy.

Besides that unwelcomed presence, the white marbled room he was in, Olympus, was more majestic than the outer grounds. He felt like he was in a giant, shiny pearl in the middle of the ocean, floating gently and calmly.

A part of him was glad he hadn't been on a quest before he entered because then he would've been sweaty and dirty. He didn't really want to be like a poor kid on the side of the road in such a grand place like this.

Every throne was carved smoothly with each god's features and symbols. For example, Aphrodite's had two doves on the two posts behind her hair that turned from red, to orange, to brunette, and black somehow. Leo thought he was hallucinating a pleasant dream when he saw
her.

But he tore his eyes away from her, feeling guilty for an odd reason.

Poseidon's had waves and tridents on the outer edges, the god himself holding his bronze trident, a confident smirk lining his face. Ares had wild boars and spears; thoughts and scenes of gruesome war. Artemis wasn't the same color—it was dark blue and a blanket of stars was wrapped around the indigo. It was almost like she was literally poised on top of the sky. Dionysus had vines wrapped around his, grapes and fruit were hanging off of it. But the god wasn't there, he was still stuck at Camp Half-Blood. Each god seemed like they were separate, not clamped into their powerful clan, with their seasons and powers hanging over each one's atmosphere.

One thing Leo definitely took note on was that they were huger than he thought they were.

Then his eyes landed on his father, Hephaestus, the god of blacksmiths and craftsmen. Leo felt a lump form in his throat. He wasn't sure why, he had met his father before in his dreams. But then again, it was him literally sitting only a few feet away from him.

Leo was terrified sometimes to be in front of his father. Not in literal, cowering over in fear, but nervous to his wit's end. He didn't want to mess up, knowing how clumsy he was. He only wanted to make his father proud, like any half blood. But now he was seriously right in front of him, he wasn't exactly afraid. There was a strange tugging connection in his gut as his eyes met Hephaestus's warm green orbs.

Due to his ADHD, Leo took in every small detail and crevice about his dad and didn't even know he was implanting every one of them in his mind, glued to the back of his eyeballs. He wasn't sure why, but his father was the only glowing light in that room, despite the glints shining off of every object and Aphrodite.

Leo didn't care about anything else except for the way his dad smiled, his lips pressed together but not too tight to think that he disliked you. In a way that made you want to greet him—that he knew he was proud of you. The way he sat, straight and his legs so long they curved downward and out comfortably. The way his dad held onto the stone arm rests, durable and assertive, but not too over powering; Leo also enjoyed looking at the different scars that lined his dad's biceps and rough hands, crawling down his fingers.

Leo also liked the fact that his father was not trying to hold all power in the room.

"Unlike one god.." Leo thought as his gaze slid to Zeus.

Leo had a hot hatred in his gut that grew by the second and crawled up his throat for the rest of the people in the room. He was confused why he felt that way, but then he realized that it was for many reasons.

He just wanted to spend a lot of time with his father.

And it was the fact that the closest person he was next to was Ares.

"Wow…" Piper gasped as she gawked at the palace, her kaleidoscopic eyes glittered with more overlapping colors than the other exotic ones. "This place is beautiful…"

"Guess who made it like that?" Percy wrapped an arm around Annabeth, whose face was warming, but she liked the fact that people admired her work.

"Too bad I can't see it for myself." She muttered. Percy chuckled and brought her closer to him as she folded her arms.

"Well why are we here? How does Olympus have a pair of glasses for Annabeth?" Jason asked.

Someone from the front of the room cleared their throat. From the looks of Zeus' shocking glare he gave the half bloods, it had come from the depths of his throat.

"Oh yeah," Percy muttered under his breath and he and Annabeth immediately parted, bowing before the gods.

The new trio did the same as Apollo walked past them and approached his brothers and sisters.

He spread his hands out. "Zeus, I hope you don't mind our uninvited entry, but I ask that you can understand it is of most importance."

"What can be so important that you must bring these foolish half bloods into my home?" Zeus thundered. "They have caused much trouble before, and it is very tiring to place things back to how it once before. If this is something for another war, I want no honor in helping it!" He slammed his dark skinned fist against his throne. Zeus's eyes seemed to watch only Percy and Annabeth like a hawk. His darkly brown hair and electric blue eyes began to spark and pop.

"That's a first…" Leo mumbled under his breath as he looked at his own reflection in the glass, it was so clean.

Piper stifled a giggle and then jabbed him in the ribs. Leo grinned.

"But hey, I guess that's when you know how to step away from Zeus, when his hair starts to set off explosions of lightning."

"Shut up!" Piper hissed. "Before you get us in trouble,"

Leo chuckled and he wasn't sure but he thought he even heard Jason snort on the other side of Piper.

"No, this has absolutely nothing to do with war. It has to do with the…material needed to gift upon Athena's daughter." Apollo said. Zeus's hair died down, but Athena straightened even more in her seat.

The bones leading up from her collar bone were tensed; her nose pointed into the air in concern. "What is wrong with Annabeth?" she wants to know.

Apollo turned back to the demigods he brought with them and motioned that they could stand up now. They did so and Annabeth stepped forward towards her mother.

"Mom, I need glasses," she stated smoothly and slowly.

"What? That's…" she trailed off but then stepped from her throne, coming closer to her daughter. She took Annabeth's face into her hands, staring intently into her eyes.

Leo thought it was pretty cool the way both of their eyes began to storm with intensity.

Annabeth was surprised when her mother had touched her cheeks, carefully lifting the line of her jaw toward her, matching her studying pupils with hers. Athena had never done that. In fact, the last time she ever had physical contact with her mother, they had fought. But that was before Annabeth dealt with Gaea and brought Athena's statue back.

Now things were even and in their right spot.

"Except for my eyes…" Annabeth muttered bitterly in her thoughts. She wished she could see at least up close, she wanted to look at all the colors in her mother's beautiful eyes. But alas, she couldn't. Maybe she could look at them after she owned her glasses.

Before, she tried to avoid the thought of wearing them, but now she was almost glad about them. Anticipation built in her stomach.

Athena finally let go of her. "So it seems…" she said.

Jason wasn't exactly used to the Greeks yet; which might seem odd since he was best friends with them. But what was even stranger was that even though he had the blood of a Roman, he wasn't sure why everyone was acting so serious. He felt empathy toward Annabeth, but what was up with all the dramatic poses and speeches? She was just picking up a pair of glasses and then they'd skedaddle out of there. He decided not to mention it to no one except for his own thoughts, knowing that if he didn't, the already weak bond between the Romans and Greeks might break all over again.

"Mother, how is this possible?" Annabeth asked Athena, whom was still in front of her though her hands were folded neatly in front of the mid section of her gown. "I mean, I'm half god. Gods don't have this problem. Plus, I'm half human. Wouldn't I have seen the blurriness long ago?"

(A/N: This should answer ImWritingInThisSec) Athena nodded. "The two almost intersect. Because you are half god, eyesight doesn't affect right away and doesn't appear to be a problem instantaneously. You don't even notice it until it's a seriously big problem. But because you're half human, you still have astigmatism. Possibly from your father," A sad look settled in the gray waters of her eyes.

Annabeth nodded, her heart skipping a beat when Athena mentioned her father. She knew it wasn't that big of a deal because it was just one sentence about him. But she hadn't witnessed any connection between her two birth parents in a long time, and she enjoyed even the smallest interaction.

No one spoke for a while until Hephaestus cleared his throat also. "So you're here to retrieve a pair of spectacles for the girl?"

Leo's insides writhed when his father spoke. Another thing on his lists of likings: the boldness and kindness in his father's tone. But then he could almost imagine when his father was angry. He decided to stay off of that subject.

"Well, duh," Ares spat at Hephaestus.

Leo and Hephaestus winced with anger.

Aphrodite then spoke up, escaping from the furious tension rising between her husband and boyfriend, "Are you sure Annabeth should get glasses? That would ruin her beautiful features!"

"Glasses will never ruin any kind of inside or outside beauty for any half blood or human being!" Athena said fiercely, turning toward the goddess of love.

"Yeah, maybe you should try on a pair for size and see how that affects you," Hermes snipped at the goddess of beauty.

Aphrodite wrinkled her nose at Hermes.

"I, for one, think that Annabeth will always look beautiful either with glasses or without," Percy wrapped his fingers around her hand.

Piper liked the way that when Percy praised her with that, it seemed like she was the only one in the room to him. Annabeth knew it too as she kissed Percy on the cheek, not caring if it was an insult to do so in the house of the gods. Piper wondered if, to the people around them, Jason looked at her that way. She stared at her blond haired boyfriend who seemed to be getting a kick at the gods and goddesses hilarious comments toward one another.

Ares had his arm around Aphrodite as he insulted and threatened Hermes.

Hephaestus was defending Hermes and yelling at Ares to get off his wife.

Hermes, on the other hand, was not speaking for either side. He knew Hephaestus's acts were just because of jealousy. The god with winged feet had one leg crossed over the other, his chin resting lazily on his fist, rolling his eyes as if saying, "Gods these days; they act like children….I'm getting too old for this…."

As Athena had turned her back to the Halflings, she tried to calm the Olympians down.

But Poseidon egged it on, his amusement soon turning into a frustration. "See what your children always start, Athena?!"

That led to Athena cursing at him in Greek, occasionally pointing to Percy.

Apollo then took Athena's place, trying to calm each fight. But his sister, Artemis, insisted that he was just making it worse.

Zeus seemed to have the same expression as Hermes.

He let it go on for a while, giving them a chance to quiet without any punishment. But when they kept at it, his lightning bolt seemed to spark louder and pop, growing with more pressured air, matching his anger that was rising by the second.

He slammed his bolt against the ground, the contact almost making the demi god's teeth crack at the contact.

"SILENCE,"

Zeus did not yell; he did not scream. He just projected his voice across the hall so loud that it immediately silenced everyone, almost making their lungs stop cooperating.

Zeus's jaw clenched together, making his lips spread to a thick and solid line plastered on his face. He peered at the gods, glaring at each one.

"If you all would stop bickering imprudently, we can get on with this." His deep voice rumbled again, making sure it was understood and processed by every being in the room. Once he was sure of that, and Athena sat back down in her throne, he turned to Apollo. "You may go to the room," he pointedly looked at him and paused to make sure he understood, "to find the right pair of glasses to help Annabeth, daughter of Athena."

Apollo nodded, knowing what this mysterious room was.

"The rest of you," he looked at his children, "will stop fighting! It will lead to another war."

"By the looks of it, anything will," Leo blurted under his breath.

It punished his friends into trying to cover the laughter that bubbled up inside of their ribs.

If Zeus noticed it, he didn't show it. But he stood from his throne and walked out of the room gracefully, carrying his bolt with him as it crackled down the hallway. The sound grew fainter and nobody said a word until finally, the noise was gone.

Hephaestus rose, walking out of the throne room right when Apollo turned and tried to guide the half bloods to another room in the depths of Olympus.

But Leo wasn't exactly interested in where Apollo was leading his friends to. He began to sneak away from them, the other gods not paying attention as, despite their orders, kept fighting. Except for Athena and Aphrodite who decided to tag along in the glasses shopping.

But Jason noticed. "Leo!" He hissed.

Leo stopped and turned back toward his friend as Piper stopped also, looking at Leo in concern and confusion.

"What are you doing?" Jason asked, still keeping his voice low.

"I, uh…" Leo didn't want them to know about his deep, sensitive feelings that he was suddenly feeling for his father. He had never met him and as far as Leo knew, a lot of heroes have already met their godly parent in real life. All for him. (A/N: Not sure if this is right or not because it's been a while since I've read the Lost Hero. I'm pretty sure he had never met Hephaestus in person—not in a dream. Please correct me if I'm wrong.) He was a hero, right? He deserved to spend some more quality time with his dad.

"I, um…thought I saw a sign that led to the bathroom." He chuckled and spread his arms. "Don't wanna get lost in this place, huh?" He began to walk backwards as he started off in the hallway he saw his dad go into. Leo turned around and started at a jog.

"Leo!" The couple shouted at him.

"What in the world do you think you're doing?!" Piper asked.

"Sorry! I gotta go! I'll catch up with you later!" He hollered over his shoulder and kept jogging, hoping that they wouldn't follow him.

Thankfully, they didn't, and they turned to catch up with the three gods and the legendary couple.

As everything was left behind Leo, it was silent. A comfortable silence that he enjoyed. It was just him and his father now. Leo's steps were also silent as he kept a fair distance away from the god who was muttering angrily to himself as he stormed faster to….wherever he was going.

Leo then praised himself for the good excuse he came up with, though it was the same as his others. His insides cringed; he wasn't acting like his goofy self now. It was wrong. It felt wrong to him now. He was glad nobody else could see that.

He didn't really want anybody to be there. He just, for once, wanted to act like the little boy he was before—the normal kind that had a normal father whom he saw every day. Just him and his daddy.

He was wrenched from his thoughts as Hephaestus stopped at one door along the still marble stoned corridor.

From where Leo was, he could tell that the door was thick bronze but must've been a classified room because unlike the others he passed, this one had no doorknob. The door was at the dead end of the hallway. But Leo knew that if you used some magic, you would be able to find some sort of secret door or hatch.

He also knew this because Hephaestus looked over his shoulder, checking around him to see if anyone was there, following him.

Leo dived to the wall, hugging a small niche in the marble. He tucked himself in the sharp corner of the silky white wall. His breaths came out shakily and beads of sweat trickled on the hairline above his forehead. If he wasn't careful, he could be in serious trouble.

He waited before peaking around the corner, spying on his father. But his dad seemed to not have noticed him. Hephaestus stood tall and proud, but no longer a giant, in front of the door as he held his hand out, muttering a chant or spell under his breath. Leo was too far away to hear what it was.

But all he saw was that he door creaked open. His father placed his gently, but muscularly large fingertips over the door, making the space between it and the doorframe larger as he opened it farther.

Leo returned back behind the wall, taking a deep breath. If his father was going to go into that room, how was he supposed to slip inside? There was no possible way.

Leo turned his head around the wall again and found that his dad had paused in front of the door left ajar. Leo's eyebrows knitted; what was he waiting for?

Hephaestus could feel another presence in the hallway, watching him. But the god already knew who is was. And he had been enthralled by that fact.

Without looking back, Hephaestus said, "Come on out, boy."

Leo's breath caught in his throat and he immediately jerked back into his hiding place, his chest rapidly moving up and down, his palms sweating.

"Come on, I know you're there." Hephaestus said, then staring out into the hallway.

Leo prayed he was just talking to someone else. But he knew he was wrong.

"There's no need to hide from me," his dad spoke gently.

Leo stopped panting nervously. A warming chill went up his spine—but a good one that made his heart strings pull. He liked the way his dad was caressing him to come out. He truly felt like a little boy. Leo desperately wanted to come out. He thought about running to his dad's arms. But he doubted they were open to him this second; his own son was stalking him in his own home for crying out loud. For some reason, he couldn't step from behind the corner.

So Hephaestus came to him.

His dad's footsteps silent, but Leo could still hear them—they pounded with his heartbeat vibrating through his eardrums, the source of the rapid beating coming from his throat. The thought of running crossed his mind, but then he was greeted with those green eyes staring back at him.

He met his father's face, just inches away from his. Leo's dad was standing right next to him. Leo saw the curves at the edges of his eyes, knowing he smiled and laughed a lot. But he also saw the crevices in his forehead, the ones of concern and skepticalism. Leo was so happy to get a full look at his father's face that he could cry on the spot.

He almost did when his father smiled at him, saying, "It's alright; I won't hurt you. Not like Zeus or Hades would," he cracked.

But Leo was too petrified to laugh. He managed a wheeze and his face heated with embarrassment. Leo was also about to cry when Hephaestus held out an offering hand.

"Come," he said, "I've been waiting for this moment. I have something I want you to see." His dad turned his body to the direction of the door, but didn't drop the gaze from his son; nor did Leo from his dad.

Leo took his hand, the scars joining together and the roughness of the skin rubbing against each other. Leo liked the warmness of his father. It made him smile as he looked up at his father. His nerves dropped and he felt comfortable now.

"What is it?" Leo croaked, his throat still tight.

"I want to show you my workshop." Hephaestus said as the both of them stood in front of the doorway, looking at everything the god of blacksmiths and craftsmen had created or was planning to create; his tools and gadgets.

Leo was mesmerized at the beautiful sight. It was glorious in a way he couldn't explain in his own mind because it had definitely turned into mush and goop.

But one thing he knew was that he also liked the giddy feeling that was tickling his stomach and heart.

Hephaestus smiled at his son and welcomed him in.

Leo's jaw dropped further at the sight in front of him.

"What…is that?" he asked.

I also apologize if Leo or everyone in the whole chapter seems a little too OOC. I just imagined Leo to have a soft spot for his dad since that's technically all he has family-related besides everyone at Camp Half-Blood and some people at Camp Jupiter.

I also apologize that it's another Monday.

I also apologize if I possibly just made your day worse with the cliff hanger.

Again.

But I hope you liked it! Please review! :)