Tight (PJ Fanfic) *COMPLETE*

3rd Person (14 years in the future)

Annabeth chased her eight year old daughter around the house.

"ZOE SILENA JACKSON-CHASE, YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!" She screamed. Zoe laughed, and scrambled up the stairs, wearing only her underwear. Annabeth leaned on the railed and huffed, blowing hair out of her face. Seriously, she could fight cyclops, titans, gods and goddesses, all before she turned eighteen, but trying to get her daughter into some nice clothes was impossible.

"Mummy!" A voice below Annabeth said. Annabeth looked into the grey eyed, light haired, Charles Stars Jackson-Chase, the youngest at three years old, and by far, the least troublesome. Percy often said he had no idea where he got it from.  

"Yes Honey?" Annabeth asked.

"Dad said that he was taking the twins out with Aunty Estelle for swimming, and to not tell you."  Charles said, his face angel-like.

"He did, WHAT?!" Annabeth asked, trying to keep her voice calm, but utterly failing.

"He took," Charles said, counting on his fingers, "Aunty Estelle, Dammy, and Brooke to the beach to go swimming."

Dammy, a nickname created by Charles when he was just learning how to talk, was named Damsen, and was the older twin of him and Brooke, at the age of 13. Brooke was born to the name of Luke Bob Jackson-Chase, though always preferring to be called Bob, had announced her change of pronouns a year ago, and changed her name to Brooke.

Annabeth breathed in three times before smiling at Charles. "Honey? Can you tell Zoe to get dressed immediately? I need to call your dad."

Annabeth quickly called her husband, and held back from screaming at him that they had a birthday party to get to in twenty minutes. Percy waved it off and said they would be back soon. Annabeth was glad Brooke and Dam had a small vocabulary of Greek, unlike Zoe and Charles, who was born with a larger understanding, as she yelled a string of curse words from ancient Greek to Percy.

Percy laughed and broke the iris connection. Annabeth ran her hands through her hair. Grover's and Juniper's daughter, Jasmine, was turning twelve today, and had invited everyone for her birthday party at camp. 

Annabeth ran upstairs and burst into Dam's and Charles's room. "Charles honey, we're going to need to change really quickly because I have a nagging suspicion that your older siblings and your dad are going to be late."

"What does nagging mean mummy?" Charles asked as I helped him undress.

Annabeth laughed, yep, Percy was definitely correct when he said Charles was built for an Athena kid; his curiosity and strive for knowledge set him apart from Dam and Brooke, who were an even mix of her and Percy, and Zoe, who was all Perseus Jackson. 

Annabeth quickly dressed Charles, and looked into the next bedroom, Zoe's and Brooke's, and smiled as Annabeth saw her wearing her nice top and pants, after refusing to wear a dress. She had dark hair, like Percy's, but the same grey eye's as Annabeth.

"Come on Zoe," Annabeth said, racking her knuckles on the bedroom door, "We need to go now."

"What about Dad, Dam, and Brooke?" Zoe asked, sliding off her bed.

"We'll bring clothes for them. Do you have Jazz's present-? Ah yes, great wrapping job."

The paper was pink and sparkly, the opposite of Zoe's aesthetic, but completely up Jasmine's way. 

"What did you guys get her?" Annabeth asked Zoe.

"A bran new sparkly pink glitter dress." Zoe said proudly. "Dam and I picked it out, since Brooke has absolutely no sense of style."