- Author's note -

Hey! Sorry this has taken sooo long - I was away without my computer. Electra got pregnant in 2001 not 2000. Thanks for reading, please leave reviews and suggestions!

21st of June 2015

Percy had not enjoyed the boat ride, he soon found out he would hate the long car ride even more. Hazel and Jason spent the whole journey pointing a buildings.

"OH LOOK… BIG BEN!"

"Wow, the London Eye!"

"BUCKINGHAM PALACE!"

"I THINK I SEE THE QUEEN!"

Percy, with his luck, had to sit between them for the whole four hours, he may have accidentally on purpose elbowed Jason to shut him up. Once they were out of London, the cobbled roads made Percy feel more car sick than he had ever been before. Finally they reached their destination. It may have been the nicest house Percy had even seen. House didn't even describe it properly - to him it looked like Buckingham Palace. Trees surrounded the mansion, which sat in the middle acres of pristinely mowed grass. A long pebble path led to the large wooden door. The six of them feebly walked to the door and rang the door bell. A small, plump european woman opened the door.

"I am sorry, Mr James has booked no appointments for today, would you like to leave a message," she said in a thick Russian accent, she smiled her pretty face examining the six.

"Sorry Miss, but this is an emergency," spoke Coach remaining very chill.

"Ok, come in, I shall call for Mr James-,"

"-We are here to see Lara Petridis," The maid nodded her head slowly.

"I shall call for Madame Lara," another helper walked in to the entrance, "Dorota, please show Madame's guests to the parlour," and then she turned and walked gracefully up the gold and white staircase.

The parlour was filled with glamorous furniture, Percy couldn't help but feel out of place. This house was very, very nice. His sister had, had a nice life. She'd done a whole lot better than him.

"Would you like a drink sir?"

"Oh, no thank you," he replied, shaking his head. He stopped what he was doing in a second. On the fireplace, there was a picture. A picture of his dad and a little girl, maybe four or five. Poseidon was sat on the same couch as Percy was right now, the little girl with her arms wrapped around him, she was smiling widely. So was his dad. Percy could feel his heart speed up, little tears welled up in his eyes. He blinked furiously, the tears were gone. A pretty lady walked into the room, her blonde hair tied into a perfect ponytail, her white jumpsuit gleaming against her mediterranean olive skin. She had dark green eyes. This is not Electra.

"Hello," she said effortlessly, sliding on the opposite couch. Grover and Coach rose.

"Mrs Petridis, could we have a word," She nodded, locking eyes with Percy as she stood up. Lara walked towards Percy still smiling, her pearly whites illuminating the room.

"Perseus?" He uncomfortably scratched his neck.

"Uh, thats me," he smiled weakly. Her smile fell a little, she straightened herself up.

"Clio is in the other room, I shall get her," Mrs Petridis walked out the room, leaving the four demigods and two satyrs confused. How did she know? How did she know Percy? His dad must of told her…

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12th of March 2002

Lara had been lying on the beach of her millionaire father's private greek island when Poseidon first met her, it was never love nor did they ever actually like each other. The few (hundreds) of times they HAD slept with each other was never because they thought it was anything remotely to do with love. They were too much of mates with each other to have feelings like that. It was her who first introduced Electra to him, her former bestest friend. She hadn't been too mad when they first got together, she had been the first to warn him. He hadn't listened and now Olympus was in chaos because of his mistake. In his defence, she HAD warned Zeus as well and Hades had once appeared on her doorstep and she HAD given him a real telling off.

He was now on her doorstep, holding a two and half month of baby girl in his arms. Electra's baby… but Electra's baby with who? A maid opened the mansion door. Lara had just married Charles James. A self-made millionaire, of course. New couples loved babies. He hoped.

"WHAT! You want me just to take in that psycho's baby!" she cried.

"Love, Electra was your best friend. The babe has no-one," said her new husband, Charlie. Poseidon didn't know if he was a fan yet, the mortal still thought his name was Dan.

"Lara?" She took the baby out of his arms, the baby's deep blue eyes wide open taking it all in. The gods still didn't know if they were clear-blue-waters blue or electric blue. Lara bounced her softly.

"What's the girl's name?" Poseidon was slightly embarrassed by this, the gods would be furious about him nicknaming her.

"She doesn't have one, but she has a middle name. Marina," he said smoothly, a small smile on his face.

"Clio Marina James," Lara said, "Clio, like the muse."

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1st of January 1996

"Father?" Hades turned around, his eyes locking with the thirteen year old girl's.

"Electra," his heart practically stopped beating. How did she find him, how was this even possible!

"I don't understand… where am I? You're my father?" her brow furrowed, her intense brown eyes filled with thought. He'd have to explain everything to her…