Unfathomable: Chapter 2 – Poseidon

A/N: I've finally decided to post a second chapter! After this, I think I'll keep going.

This chapter is kind of the first chapter but in Poseidon's POV.

After, I think I'll pick up where we left off in the story, continuing in Sally's POV, maybe, bouncing back to Poseidon if I deem it fit.

WARNING: As you can probably guess judging by how long I took to post this second chapter, this won't be a regularly updated story. Unlike Untangling Knots (after the hiatus) this story is not pre-planned nor will I be pre-planning it. It is just a filler until my summer multi-chapter story to give you guys something and to keep me writing. Cool?

Speaking of which… My summer story isn't finished yet, but it's in the works and I'm hoping to start posting it soon…

That being said, I will try to keep updating… But no promises.

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO.

Hope you enjoy!

~oOo~

His day started ordinary. He woke up, went for a swim, got a seaweed-infused coral latte, checked on the game room construction project, instructed Triton on how to be an efficient heir, sunk a ship that was getting on his nerves, fought with Amphitrite about where he was the night before and made her a pearl necklace to shut her up (and to distract her so he could hit the beach and scope out some babes for his next one-night stand). It was just a typical Tuesday.

He had just gotten himself a mango smoothie when he spotted a beautiful young woman getting ready to tan. She was tall and lean, a bottle-blonde with well-manicured, fake nails. She was looking good and Poseidon decided she was perfect. He ran a hand back through his hair until it was tussled to perfection and started to make his way to the woman, a pick-up line waiting ready on the tip of his tongue. He was about to open his mouth to start speaking so he could grab her attention before that body builder behind her did when suddenly he found himself sprawled over someone's lap, his smoothie spilling over a book that now lay in the sand.

"Ooh! I'm so sorry! I didn't-"

He looked up at the person who he had disturbed. She was young, maybe late twenties, with straight brown hair, sparkling eyes, and a beautiful face. Poseidon held his breath for a moment – her face had a soft touch, a gentle glow that made her simple, all-natural beauty stand out over any other woman's he had seen. No plastic surgery could have accomplished this. No make-up could have created this. Not even Aphrodite in her true form could top the kind of radiance this young woman had.

For a moment, they stared at each other. She looked stunned and stared back at him vacantly. Poseidon tried to recover quickly but his words came out like a two-year-old learning to talk.

"I'm sorry. I didn't… Um, di-didn't… see you… there…" That was stupid. She was sitting under a giant rainbow umbrella.

Gods he sounded like an idiot, like some amateur, insecure teenager trying to ask out a hot cheerleader. It was pathetic, since he had thousands of years of practice talking to several women. He was aware of his physical appearance, not to mention his ability to look as he pleased, which right now, was a hot surfer-boy guy. But this girl caught him off guard and he was having trouble composing himself and regaining that slick, pick-up demeanor.

The woman looked past him. Poseidon followed her gaze to the babe that was tanning. The body builder had beaten him to her. He started to come up with a plan to win her back but he didn't want to leave the girl in front of him.

"Um…"

She had a disdainful look on her face now. He could tell she knew what his intentions had been, and she did not approve. She remembered her book and leaned over to pick it up. She inspected the damage gingerly.

"I'll buy you another copy," he offered. It was lame, but he felt ashamed about her knowing what he had come to the beach to do. She opposed, but he gave her twenty dollars anyway. He knew the book didn't cost nearly that much – it was an old copy, from the looks of it - but he hoped the extra money might compensate a little. Plus, he was immortal - he could blow off all the money he wanted to and never run out.

Poseidon still hadn't recovered fully, but he knew if he didn't say something, he'd have to walk away, and he didn't want to do that.

"So… you come here often?" It was weak, but he needed a chance to breathe.

She looked out to the water. "All summer, every summer."

"Then I'll see you tomorrow." He left with that. And he did see her the next day.

And the next…

And the next.

…

Now, he sat in his palace, on his throne, alone. He'd just met with her, for the last time. It had to be the last time.

She was pregnant.

He'd known, from the moment it happened, but he didn't want to leave. He wanted to spend as much time as he could with her before she found out, and before Zeus found out.

Zeus. It was all his stupid fault he was in this mess.

It was because of Zeus and his orders to cut off contact with their mortal children, with mortals in general (even though he hooked up all the time) and it was because of his brilliant idea to make a pact that Poseidon would not get to be with Sally, or be with his son.

Anger took over him. He threw his trident across the room, sending a furious wave of power throughout the room.

Get a hold of yourself.

But it was hard. Sally was different than any woman he'd met before. She was special, and leaving her was the hardest thing he'd ever had to do.

Poseidon tried to calm down, to look on the bright side – he would have a son, a hero. And who knew? Maybe this one would go farther than the others, than all those sons of Zeus who got the glory. He had a good feeling about this one.

The only thing that made him nervous was the prophecy.

A single choice shall end his days…

He almost regretted not telling Sally. Almost. But he'd given her enough to deal with, and he didn't want to get ahead of himself.

After all, there was still Thalia.

Poseidon just shook his head. There was no way he could control Fate, so there was no point stressing over it. He just had to be patient, wait and watch and hope. Hope so much, that his son would be safe, and Sally would be safe. That was all that mattered. Great hero or not, as long as his boy lived, survived, and didn't get ripped to pieces in the first five years. Which reminded him…

Poseidon called to a servant to travel the seas, as far as he could get, as fast as he could, and find him the most beautiful, delicate shell there was.

Meanwhile, he wove a thin necklace of fine, silky seaweed.

He held the shell, carefully inspecting it, then putting together his message and his power.

When it was finished, he left it on the sand for Sally, where he knew she'd find it.

It wasn't much, but hopefully it was enough, at least for the first few months, maybe even first two or three years, to at least provide some protection for his boy, until better arrangements could be made.

For now, though, it was all Poseidon could offer. There was nothing else he could do. He sent her the necklace, gave her the address and information. Now, he could only wait.

And hope.

~oOo~

A/N: How was that? Mm, not as strong as the first chapter, I guess. But the next one will pick up with Sally.

R&R!

- Promise