PJO oneshots/ headcannons

21-- Promise

"Mommy? What happened to Aunty Piper?" The young two year old boy asked, voice trembling. His eyes looked onto the exhausted woman laying on the hospital bed. Her brown hair was long but still choppy. Her eyelids were closed, hiding the beautiful irises. Beads of sweat gathered on her forhead and she was heaving deep breaths.

Luke's mother held her trembling hand.

Luke wanted his Aunty to go back to normal. She always played with him when his mommy and daddy were gone somewhere. She always gave him chocolate and sweets.

His father picked him up and planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek. "You're going to have a new friend soon, Luke."

"But I don't want a new friend." Luke mumbled. A tear made its way down his cheek. "I want Aunty Piper. Why's she dying?"

Percy laughed at his son. "She's not dying. Look, she's smiling."

Luke turned around eagerly. She was smiling. Her eyes were even opened a little. She sat up, very slowly and carefully. There was a little bundle in her hands. Luke found the little bundle very strange for it had a pair of dazzling blue eyes.

His Uncle kissed his Aunty Piper on the forehead and enveloped both her and the small bundle in his arms in a big but gentle hug. It looked like he was crying a little too.

Luke didn't want to miss out on this happy moment. He wrung his way out of his father's arms and somehow got onto the bed Aunty Piper was lying on.

He crawled up to his Aunt and Uncle and joined in on the hug.

Jason laughed at the little boy. Even Piper managed a small smile. "Would you like to meet your new friend Luke?" She asked his quietly.

Luke nodded his head, happy that she could still talk. She tilted the bundle just a fraction so that Luke could see it.

In the midst of the blankets, there was a very small face. Blue eyes, a tiny nose and a little mouth slightly agape in wonder.

Luke smiled at the little face. The eyes kept looking at him. As though on instinct, he leaned over and gave her a tiny kiss on the nose. Surprisingly, the baby didn't cry.

Luke turned around to his Uncle. "What's her name?" He whispered this as if he thought that the little baby's arival was important and was not to be disturbed.

Jason smiled and stole a glance at his sister. "Thalia. Thalia Diana Grace."

Aunty Thalia burst into tears which she stifled quickly. Luke didn't understand this. Shouldn't she be happy that this baby was named after her?

Luke smiled. "That's a pretty name."

"Yeah, it is, isn't it?"

* * *

Luke sat at the edge of the dock, feet inch deep in the water of the canoe lake. "Why can't we go into the water?"

"Cause I don't want to." Thalia said stubbornly from beside him. She was laying there on her back on the wooden dock, knees pulled up. Her blonde hair was out of its usual braid and hanging into the water, skimming over the light ripples.

Luke groaned. "But it'll be fun!"

The eight year old crossed her arms and glared at Luke. She was two years younger than him but still, she was scary. "It'll be fun for you. Not for me."

"I can make sure it'll be fun for you."

"I don't like the water!"

"Then can we play with my toy planes?"