He flitted through the trees, imaginary sweat tracing his stony face. He couldn't face it; He would lose control. Worse, he would lose control, and change her. He had no idea what to do. Carlisle. He thought. His second-father would know what to do. He pulled his phone out as he weaved through the thicket.

"Percy?"

"Hey, Carlisle." He said grimly.

"Are you hunting?"

"No. I need advice."

"Of course, son. What is it?"

"Well, before I... when I was human, I was in a relationship. Hold on, I'm right outisde the house." He said and hung up as he neared the Cullen residence. He would rather not be so close to her and her sweet scent, but he could have self control. He would have self control. He would not lay a finger on her. His thoughts shifted as he opened the door at human speed.

"Hey." He called lowly, knowing that they could hear him. His family appeared in the living room. Everyone, including Jacob, was sitting except for Carlisle, who stood near the front window. He was still in his work clothes, but his body language expressed worry. His perfect face was marred by the rocky lines indenting his forehead.

"What's wrong, son?"

He took a deep (unneeded) breath. Time for the truth.

By the time he had finished his story, everyone's faces were priceless. Edward opened his mouth many times, making him look like a fish. Even in this hard state, Percy managed a chuckle.

"Don't act like it's such an impossible thing, Edward. What about us? To some mortals, most mortals, we're silly Halloween fairytales. Don't you think it's hard for the gods? Being treated like just a myth?"

"But why didn't you tell us? We would've still excepted you?" Esme asked, the 'mother' in her immortal soul mixing with her voice. Percy held in a sigh.

"I was disoriented. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, it's just it's been hard accepting this life." He said, his eyes studying the floor.

"Who's son are you? Are you Greek, or Roman? And by monsters, you must mean things like the hydra or the minotaur or Medusa or-"

"Yes! I'm sorry, just don't say those names. Names are powerful." Percy cut him off hurriedly.

"Oh, sorry."

Percy tried not to chuckle as the true scientist in Carlisle emerged.

"No problem. And my father is Poseidon."

"Ah. Yes. That explains one of your gifts, so to speak." Carlisle said, refferring to one of Percy's immortal abilities. After his transformation, Percy kept his control over water, along with an ability to, well I suppose in Modern Greek terms, charmspeak. He could even talk his brother Emmett, as stubborn as the Minotaur, to shut up in one of his rants after Jasper beat him in an arm wrestling match.

Percy nodded.

"I need advice."

"Anything." Esme said kindly.

"As I was saying on the phone, when I was human, I was in a relationship with this girl. She's a daughter of Athena. But, when I was attacked by that bloody hellhound, I was changed. I prayed to my father for help, and he gave me a second identity. Even Camp Half-Blood thought I was dead. But the new kids that just came here... they're my friends. Grover, a saytr, Thalia, a child of Zeus and Artemis' Lieutenant, and..." He couldn't finish the sentence.

"Well spit it out!" Emmett urged. Percy shot the angriest glare he could to his brother, which was pathetic due to his emotional state. Even Jasper's shoulders sagged at his mood.

"Annabeth. I think she knows that this is me. I don't know if I should confront her."

Carlisle clapped his son on the back. "You're a smart boy, Percy. You'll do what's right. Follow your heart."

Percy nodded.

He knew what to do.

Thalia was dumbstruck. What just happened? One minute she was hugging her long-lost cousin, the next she was just standing there, a faint whisper of his request lingering in the air. She slowly snapped out of her trance.

He's alive. Before she even finished the thought her Hunter intellect kicked in. She already sprinted through the forest, a silver blur streaking towards their small house. Thalia checked her watch. 12:00 AM. Annabeth could lose a few hours of sleep. She opened the door and ran up the stairs. She shook her head; Annabeth had lost her ability to wake up.

Ah, her days on the run... she snapped into it and opened the door. Annabeth lay asleep, the bottom of her knife glinting underneath her pillow. She ran up and shook her dear friend's shoulders.

"What?" She mumbled.

"ANNABETH, WAKE YOUR LAZY BUTT UP!"

Annabeth's eyes snapped open and her arms flung wildly for her knife. When she realized what was happening her flailing stopped.

"What?" She asked confusedly.

"It's Percy. He's alive."