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Percy flicked a drachma through the rainbow and requested to see Alvie. The mist rippled, eventually revealing his third son pacing a cheap and grimy motel room while kneading his forehead with his knuckles. He wore an exhausted grimace, but his eyes were burning.

"Alvie." Percy called. It took a few attempts to capture his son's attention. "Have you been watching the news?" Alvie shook his head, slowing to a halt. "They've released your names and images. You can't use your passports to get out of the country." Alvie sank onto a nearby bed, the springs in it creaking pathetically. He put his head in his hands and remained still. "You've tried, Alvie. Just come home now, we'll-" He was cut off by a door opening and slamming shut.

"This is stupid, it really is!" Crystal came into sight, angrily brandishing a newspaper. "They think you're some kind of alien or something. Oh, hey Percy." She smiled tiresomely. "Weird, isn't it? If someone moves something with their mind on a talent show, they're an instant hit. If someone moves something with their mind to save someone else, they're aliens." Alvie balled the newspaper up and lobbed it across the room. "I hadn't finished reading that." Crystal muttered. "Go and get it."

"You've got to come back." Percy told her. He explained the passport situation again. "You use those and they'll surround you in minutes."

"We can't come back." Alvie said quietly. Percy frowned at him. "We left for a reason." Alvie continued, staring at his hands as though they could provide him with a solution. Regret flooded his eyes as he looked up and met his father's gaze. "Sorry, Dad."

His eyes blazed white and Percy went rigid. The IM faded seconds later and Alvie's eyes returned to normal.

"What did you do?" Crystal asked slowly, staring wide-eyed at the spot where the IM had been. When he didn't answer, she rounded on him. "Alvie! What did you do?"

"He forgot."

"Forgot?" Crystal echoed dumbly.

"They all did." Alvie nodded.

"Forgot what?"

"Us."

"Authorities say new evidence has come to light, believing that Alvie Jackson and Crystal Murphy are fake identities, as were the photographs attained from those who were thought to be their families." The news reporter vanished, replaced with two images, side-by-side, and hosting a man and a woman in their early to mid-twenties. He was tall and blonde with sharp brown eyes, while she was a petite brunette with eyes like silver. "Kyle Stevens and Patricia McIntyre are said to be travelling abroad to escape their charges, but police are knuckling down on all forms of transportation leaving the country."

Percy flicked the news off, frowning. He rarely watched the news, but this particular case was unnervingly interesting. He wasn't sure why, but he felt attached to it, in a way, as if it were familiar.

Maybe it was because one of the fake identities had the same last name as him.

Slouching in his seat, he decided that was it. He didn't recognise the latest two images or names and just hoped that those two wounded up safe somewhere.

He had watched the original footage of why these two suddenly became most wanted- as far as he knew, that Kyle guy had done a good deed and it was wrong for them to be chased across countries and seas. So what if he had unique abilities? The mother of that baby could do nothing but thank him repeatedly whenever she appeared on the TV.

The smell of stir fry caught his attention and he half-turned in his seat to see his wife, Annabeth, meandering over with two plates of steaming food.

"Anything new?" She asked, settling herself next to him and handing his dinner over.

"Just that they were running around with fake identities." She frowned slightly, but was more focused on blowing gently on her food to cool it.

"I think they're all jumping to conclusions. They seem like really nice people, especially if they've put themselves through so much trouble for a baby." The importance of that though was huge, and she could relate to the baby's mother entirely. With six children of her own, their safety was often first and foremost in her mind. If someone was to save one of her children with mythical abilities, then so be it. She wouldn't join the mob; she'd try and help them.

Percy's phone danced across the table, singing 'Under da sea'. Annabeth nearly choked on her meal while Percy glowered at his cell, grumbling something that sounded a lot like their eldest son's name.

"Hi, Nico."

"Not Nico!" Joy protested.

"Where's your phone?"

"I threw it at Nico."

"Why?"

"He thinks it's funny Addy's running around and saying 'shit' over and over." Percy bit his lip to stifle laughter, clearly picturing his nephew doing such a thing. "Don't you dare laugh."

"I'm not. Where is Nico?"

"Hiding. And so he should! You wait 'til I get my hands on him…"

"Mm-hm." Percy smirked.

"Ooooh! You men are disgusting!" She cut off just as Nico let himself in.

"I smell food."

"I smell trouble." Percy grinned, waving his phone at his cousin.

"It wasn't my fault, I swear." Before Annabeth could ask what he had done this time, Nico continued, "Heard about the alien?" They both nodded. "Personally I think it's one of our lot, but it's hard to tell watching the news. It's not exactly reliable, is it?"

"No, it's not, but you shouldn't be changing the subject." Annabeth reprimanded lightly. "What did you do this time?"

"Adrien might have picked up one or two swear words, but it's not my fault!" Nico insisted.

"You have to wait until they're in their teens before teaching them to swear." Percy rolled his eyes. "Honestly, you new dads. Terrible." He gave an impish smile, ignoring their glares.

"Here." Crystal huffed, throwing a McDonalds' bag at him. She hadn't quite forgiven him for their families' new found ignorance of them. As far as she knew, he couldn't have even done that in the first place. He had always said planting or erasing memories was difficult. She'd have asked him how he'd done it, but she didn't feel like talking right now.

It had been just over a fortnight since he had pulled that stunt. It was clear that she was homesick and not being able to talk to her mother only worsened that matter.

"I'm sorry." Alvie said for the millionth time. "They're safer this way."

"And how would you know?!" She retorted sharply. He looked away, but not before she had seen the wounded look in his eyes. "How did you even manage it? You said-"

"I didn't get rid of their memories. I can't. I blocked them." She stared at him blankly, momentarily forgetting her annoyance at him. "The memories are still there, they just don't know it."

"So, you could make them remember anytime you wanted?"

"I will when this over." He promised.

"But how did you do it from here? We're hundreds of miles away and-" She narrowed her eyes at him. "You won't do that to me, will you?" He shook his head. "Promise?"

He hesitated.

Crystal stared at him demandingly for a good minute. He didn't look up from his cheeseburger and trembling hands during that minute, but he eventually nodded. "Why did you hesitate?"

"I won't block your memories… unless…" He bit his lip uncertainly.

"Unless what?"

"Unless… I… have to."

"You won't have to." He looked at her then. "You are not sending me home without any memories of you. Think of all the trouble you'd get in if I wasn't here to keep you in check." Her tone was lighter then, much lighter than it had been for the past two weeks. Alvie wondered if she had forgiven him now and his mind was put at rest when she got up and moved to sit next to him on his bed in yet another cheap hotel.

She bumped him with her shoulder. "I don't like what you did, Alvie, but I understand it." She paused, picking at her fries. "I think it was very brave of you to do that." She smiled then and Alvie felt much better. "But you've got to set them back to normal once this is over, OK?"

"OK."