Parent Stories (A Percy Jackson Fanfic)

Chapter 8: Sally and Percy

Originally Written: April 2 2015. Rewrite: September 2017

Hey hey hey. Spring break is over so I will not be updating as much. Tuesday, Friday and Sunday you will probably get the most updates.

Percy is 17. Percy's POV

I'm standing outside my apartment door. It's been eight months since I last was here. Eight months since I last saw my Mom, Sally Jackson, the best person ever. Eight painstaking months. Thanks Hera. I finally knock on the door. It opens and I see my Mom standing there. She looks shocked, happy and excited all at the same time.

"Hi Mom." I say.

"Percy." She says and tackles me in a hug. "You are in so much trouble mister."  

"I know." I laugh, somewhat wetly,  and she joins in. She brings me inside.

"So care to explain what happened on this quest of yours?" She asks. As I begin to explain everything I realize "Oh schist. Taratarus."  I think it through for a second, and figure I'll burn that bridge when I get to it. After about half an hour, I get to the Feast of Fortuna and I decide to bring up the tattoo at the end. When I get to the part where I reunite with Annabeth (minus the kissing and judo flipping; she can figure that out for herself, with the amount of times she waked in on us before I went missing). Mom rolls her eyes.

"You really missed her huh?" She says lovingly. To which I blush and nod. When I get to falling in to Tartarus I take a deep breath.

"Please don't freak out." I ask. "Or, rather, just know we're ok now."

"What did you do Percy?" she says, a mix of exasperated and worried.

"Uh, I kindafellintoTartaruswithAnnabeth."

"Percy, speak clearly please."

"I kinda fell into Tartarus with Annabeth?" My Mother looks shocked. Then she hugs me as tightly as possible. I hug her back and try not to cry. 

"Percy. I want you to answer one question: are you and the others ok now?" She asks.

"More or less." I reply. After I finish up the whole story, I realize there's no more avoiding this. 

"Mom you love me right?" She looks at me strangely. 

"Yes of course."

"Well the Romans give you tattoos instead of necklaces..." She looks me dead in the eye and I wither a little. 

"Perseus Jackson. You did NOT get a tattoo." She says almost dangerously. 

"Maybe?" If looks could kill, I'd be a dead demigod. She sighs and mutters to herself. 

"At least let me see it then." I stare. "Well if you got a tattoo, I at least need to see it." Reluctantly, I roll up my hoodie sleeve to reveal a SPQR tattoo, with a trident beneath it and a single line. 

"Well we can't really hide it, can we?" She sighs. 

"Not really. I've tried everything." I say

"Well you are staying for at least three nights here. I need to make sure you're alright." She says. I expected nothing less, and honestly, I'd heard worse ideas.

"One last thing. Can, um, Annabeth stay over too?" I ask.

"Sure sweetheart, why?" She asks. Oh great, awkward conversation time.

"Well we kinda need to uh sleep together. For nightmares I mean." I add quickly.

"Ah. Then yes. As long as you-"

"Ok thanks Mom!" I cut in quickly. She smiles.

"C'mon, you can help me make dinner. Paul's at a teachers conference." She says, ruffling my hair. Basically my life's back to normal and I couldn't be happier.

Hey I got nothing to say. I'm happy with this so yeah

Peace out!