Broken Pasts (Percy Jackson AU)

The Beginning

The scent of salt lingered in the air. The sea quietly lapped onto the sandy beach. The sky was clear without a cloud in site. A couple walked on the beach, hand in hand without a worry in the world. The woman had brown silky hair that went to her shoulders and baby blue eyes that sparkle in the light. Her laugh rang in the air as her companion told her a joke. The man was tall and muscular with untameable black hair and eyes that matched the ocean. They were happy together and with a baby on the way nothing could get any better.

Their cabin in Montauk wasn't really fancy. It was square in shape, the outside was made of oak and had a little porch with only a table and two chairs. The walls inside were baby blue and the floor is made out of pine floor boards. The kitchen and living room simple layout, the whole cabin is pretty basic. But the couple didn't care. This was the place that they had met, and the same place they were going raise their family.

The couple were enjoying their dinner until a knock came from the door. The man walked up and opened the door. He was stunned. On the other side of the door was the one person he thought he would never see again. It was his ex-wife.

Her face was full of disgust. Her ex-husband had already moved on and by the look on his face he thought that he'll never see her again. Boy he was wrong. They had a son together, and he still wants to see his father. Even if she hated his father, her son still needs his dad. Plus they still had to sign the divorce papers so they were 'technically' still husband and wife. It took her for ever to track him down, and with the papers in her hand, she shoved it in his face and flipped her blond hair for extra dramatic affect. He knew what they were.

"Who is that?" asked the brown haired woman.

He jumped and turned towards her. He didn't hear her sneak up. As he looked for the right words to say, he scratched behind his neck.

"Umm...this is my wife?" he said suggesting towards the blond haired woman.

Her eyes filled up with hurt and betrayal. "She's your what?" she asked hoping that this was just a sick joke.

"She's my wife," he repeated, looking down he had taken a sudden interest in his feet.

She continued to stare at him, trying to process what he was saying. Finally it clicked, she ran to her room and grabbed a bag, quickly shoving all her stuff in. Pushing between the husband and wife she ran off.

"SALLY!" the man cried.

But she kept on running. It was probably not good for the baby, but she needed to get as far away from the man who played with her emotions as possible. The man would never see her and their unborn child again.

It had been over three months since the clash between her and the father of her child. She was due any day now. She was spending time with a high school friend of hers, Paul Blofis. As they talked about the old days, she got an awful pain in her belly. She knew was happening, she looked up at Paul.

"Paul its time."

Paul was confused but then his eyes widened in realisation. He helped Sally into the car and then they drove off to the hospital.

After four long excruciating hours, a baby boy was born. As Sally holds him in her arms the nurses ask what his name was. It took a while, she was trying to find a name that would suit him and also she didn't want to choose one that she and him picked. Finally she came up with an answer.

"Perseus Achilles Jackson."

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