Alright, here's an update, as promised.

Thank you to all the people who reviewed on my last chapter, however (thank you The 379th Hero) I was reminded that I could just post a note on my profile.

Hehe, now I feel stupid.

Alright, I'll be updating all day. *dodges several murder attempts*

Also, these stories will be told from the parents' perspectives.

Mr. and Mrs. Chase sat on either end of their long, oak dinning table. They were having a private meal together, which was nice for a change. Their children had left for their sports activities already, so that just left the two of them.

Mr. Chase pushed around his mashed potatoes and peas. "So, how are you coming with your new project?" he asked his wife. He was referring to Mrs. Chase's new idea for a small boutique that she'd always wanted to open in a small town.

She shrugged, eyes trained on her plate. "I have a location picked out," she told him, "but I haven't actually designed anything yet." Mr. Chase nodded and stopped for a second, looking at his wife cautiously. But he continued eating.

A nice change? More like an awkward one.

A beeping sound came from the kitchen. Mrs. Chase stood and left the room. She walked into her kitchen and grabbed a pair of oven mittens as well as her flour-blotched apron. The floor was cold and Mrs. Chase was barefooted, so she hurriedly removed her desert (red velvet cupcakes) from the hot machine. She closed the oven and placed the cupcakes on the stove for them to cool.

The door bell rang. "I'll get it," she called softly, taking her oven mittens off but leaving her apron on. She walked briskly towards the door and opened it, but the words she was about to say stopped in her throat and she gaped at a tall, blonde and grey eyed teenage girl.

The girl smiled. Mrs. Chase wrapped her arms around the girl and hugged her step daughter tightly.

"Annabeth," she whispered. "Why won't you visit more often?"

Annabeth laughed. "You know." She pulled back and looked at her mother before continuing. "Demigod stuff."

Mrs. Chase gazed at Annabeth skeptically. "This wouldn't involve anything about saving the world now would it?"

"And Tartarus, actually," Annabeth said. Mrs. Chase chuckled.

"Then you have a lot of explaining to do. Come in," she said, guiding her daughter through the door. "You'll always have a home here, remember that, okay?"

Annabeth nodded, her eyes welling up with tears. Mrs. Chase shut the front door behind them. Annabeth's eyes seemed to sparkle when she caught sight of her dad.

"Μου έλειψες," she said. He recognized ancient Greek and smiled.

"Μου έλειψες πάρα πολύ," he said.

I missed you.

I missed you too.

Next up: Luke Castellan (if he didn't go all evil and die).