Frederick Chase - An okay father

Drowning (Sally Jackson extra)

On the request of dailynonsense !

Drowning green eyes.

That's what Sally saw each night.

Green eyes blending into the ocean, not even a cry audible, her beautiful raven haired baby getting choked by the same waves he once controlled.

The waves choked her child and her dreams choked her.

It was almost a routine now. Paul would gently ease her whimpering form awake, her eyes would convey her pain, and he finally understood that the best he could do was just be there for her. Slowly Paul would fall back asleep after one, maybe two hours and meanwhile Sally would desperately cling onto the conscious reality, to something she could control. She was terrified of the possibilities that would haunt her as soon as she'd slip into the uncharted territory of her dreams.

The funny thing was that when Percy and Annabeth had fallen into Tartarus and were in actual danger, she never had such dreams. She was deathly afraid of course, and their well being plagued her every thought, but only now did she have such pragmatic dreams that were so vivid and intense, it was almost as if it was a sort of prophecy.

And it made no sense. None. As the son of the sea god, Percy was, in her view, the second in command of his father, controller of the waves. Percy drowning seemed inexplicably out of place, yet Sally had the sickening feeling that her fear wasn't irrational. No dream was ever random, that much she had learned from being plunged into the godly world since these past years.

Her exhausted mind managed to coax her into a state of slumber, and this time she had the fortune to sleep peacefully, without any nightmare.

Little did she now, it was because the prophecy had manifested itself.