Mortals Meet Demigods

Frederick Chase-Percabeth

It's been such a long time since I've seen my little girl. It took a little while, but I've finally tracked her down. She's living in New York.

I'm meeting her at a nice cafe soon, and since we're on vacation with my close friends the Sloan's, I asked Annabeth if it was okay if I brought them.

I thought that she'd hit it off with their son Matt, and maybe bond with their daughter Nina.

Helen is looking forward to seeing her again, as is Bobby and Mathew. They can't wait to meet their sister.

We enter the cafe, and I notice that no one with blonde hair is there yet. We all take a seat, and wait.

Then a young lady with blonde hair and gray eyes enters the cafe with a vaguely miffed look on her face. 

It's my Annabeth!

Bobby and Mathew spot her too, and even though they are fourteen, they get excited. Helen notices Annabeth as well.

Then I see she's holding the door open still. A man with black hair and green eyes enters after her, and closes the door.

I notice she slips her hand into his. Probably a close friend.

Then I notice the child Annabeth is holding. It looks like a baby girl, maybe a couple months old.

Annabeth finally notices us, and sighs as she makes her way over.

"Hello." She says, obviously annoyed. 

"Annabeth!" I say, getting up to hug her. She blocks my hug, and remains standing.

I sit down, frowning.

"This is Percy. I believe that Helen met him already." Annabeth smiles curtly at Helen. 

Helen smiles back.

"Anyway, these are the Sloan's. That's Max, his wife Kendra, and their son Matt, and their daughter Nina."

"Matt Sloan?" Percy asks, locking eyes with Annabeth.

"Yep that's me. And you are?"

"Percy Jackson. From seventh grade. And Tyson is doing fine thank you very much."

Annabeth removes her hand from his, and begins to whisper into his ear. This visibly calms him down.

Helen stands up, "Is this her?" She asks Annabeth. 

"Yes it is. Would you like to hold her?"

Helen nods. Why is Annabeth acting so friendly to Helen, didn't she not like her?

"Annabeth, I though you didn't like Helen."

"We've been writing back and forth. I made amends."

"And you didn't write to me?"

"I have my reasons. Why don't we all go for a lovely walk in the park?"

Helen coos at the baby girl in her arms. I still don't understand why Annabeth has a baby anyway. But we all follow her and Percy out of the cafe.

Matt looks concerned. I know he's taking a liking to Annabeth, and I think they'd make a great couple. I think he's worried he won't be able to ask her out on a date.

"Annabeth." I call.

She stops and turns to face me. "What." She deadpans.

"Come over here so we can catch up."

Annabeth sighs, but obeys. "What is it?" She won't look me in the eye.

"Matt has taken a liking to you."

She rolls her eyes. "Okay."

"Sweetheart I think it's time you go out on a date."

"No need for that. I suppose I should probably tell you now. I'm married."

I stop in my tracks. "You're what?!"

"I'm married, and I have been since I was nineteen. It's been fourteen years since you've last seen me! I'm 21! A legal adult! And I have a daughter!"

"You what!?"

"Meet my daughter. Silena Jackson. She's eight months old." She takes the baby away from Helen.

"I want to meet this husband!"

"You already have! Meet my husband. Percy Jackson! I already told Helen, and at least she's being supportive! She's happy for me!"

"I don't approve of this marriage! He's just going to cheat on you! Look at him! He's a player!"

"Percy had stuck around for years! We've been dating since I was sixteen! Sixteen! And you know what! I never want to see you again!"

She turns away from me and hugs Helen. Then she turns to her brothers, and hugs them.

"Annabeth Chase! I am your father! I will not have you disrespecting me!"

Annabeth turns back to me, her eyes are hard and cold. "As far as I'm concerned, you are not my father. And I am not your daughter. And one more thing. It's Annabeth Jackson." Then she walks away.

Percy stops to say to Matt, "She's the one who punched you." Then he jogs after her.

I'll get to her eventually. She is my daughter after all.