Meanwhile Back on Earth Part Deux

Note: someone wanted this to be added. So I figured what the heck. Hope you enjoy. Normal disclaimers apply.

This is to be read with Percia Jackson and the One Ring

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Chapter 1

It had been 15 long years since Percia had left their world to try and save her brother Triton. At least two years before that since he'd last seen and spoken to his demigod daughter. Sometimes he feared he would forget what she looked like. Not that he actually could, he was a god and his memory was infinite. One of the reasons they were so good about holding grudges.

Still Poseidon missed his child. Percia had been the only demigod daughter he'd ever sired. She'd been so full of life and fire (amusing considering she was a child of water), and she made him want to be better just watching her grow. Even in the face of adversity she shone brightly.

It had hurt when she'd chosen to stay in that other world. He had been equal parts proud and devastated. He choice had been made to save their world and her family, yet her loss still struck a cord in him and would for eons to come.

The only upside was that Ulmo, his counterpart in that world, allowed a small viewing portal for them to be able to look in on his daughter from time to time. He or one of his family could push power into the small orb and check in on the girl. He tried not to do it often, which took a while to follow, as he had his own duties to perform. Still, at least he had a small connection to his lost child.

So he got to watch as she moved in with Bilbo, whom his family considered an honorary brother for the kindness he'd shown Percia. He'd seen her go on her own adventures and make new friends, including her adopted brother Strider. Personally he wholeheartedly approved of the man's overprotective nature when it came to Percia. She needed someone to make sure the males of that world did not get too handsy.

Many of his female family members could be found watching the orb, especially when she was in proximity of that uppity, pointy-eared bastard. Oh how he would like to ring that blonds neck! How dare he constantly harass and pester his child!

What really irked him was that most of his family thought she'd end up with that blasted elf. In fact he'd seen Hermes taking bets of all things! His nephew was lucky he was so fast or Poseidon would have hung him by those ridiculous winged shoes in his deepest dungeon.

Amphitrite thought his overprotective parental tendencies to be adorable, which made it all the worse. He was NOT adorable! He was the god of the sea! People feared his wrath! So really his wife needed to stop laughing at him and petting him like he was a miffed kitten!

At least Triton and Tyson agreed with him. The three of them had composed their own note to Strider in the set of letters they sent to Percia during the convergence. He would have to act in their stead as her protector from the males of that world. Thankfully he seemed to be doing a good job. His wife and even his daughters had scolded him for such, though he was sure the latter did so because he'd been even more intrusive in their own love lives. It's not his fault none of their suitors possessed enough backbone to face him. If they couldn't stand up to him or their brothers, then what good would they be in protecting his precious daughters from danger? Really, they needed to see it from his point of view!

Triton totally understood his point of view now that he had a few guppies of his own, one of which was a beautiful little girl. He'd named her Ariel to honor Percia, though no one had really known why. When he'd asked his son, he'd grinned wryly and said he knew Percia would have gotten a kick out of it so it was his way of honoring his lost sister. (All of them agreed it was far too soon for anyone to use her name for another child just yet.)

His green eyes drifted to his left wrist where a somewhat rudimentary bracelet made of twine and a few odd beads sat innocently. It had been a gift from Percia, along with a few hastily written words on parchment from the time they were able to send Bessie to Arda to give Percia the small care package they'd compiled for her. None of them had expected anything in return, so the small objects and notes had been a welcome blessing. He kept her small note to him in a very special frame in his bedroom. It helped to bring a smile to his face no matter how bad of a day he had.

A small shadow popped up in front of his face, distracting him even further.

"Fish face, come to the viewing room."

With another pop it disappeared, causing Poseidon to flinch slightly, eyebrow twitching in annoyance.

Hades had been a rather surprisingly frequent visitor to the 'viewing room' that the viewing portal was kept in. According to his wife, Persephone, he was actually a closet romantic and enjoyed keeping an eye on Percia to see how her love life progressed. His elder brother also 'shipped' Percia and the Elf, which pissed Poseidon off to no end.

Huffing in annoyance he pushed away from his desk, not like any work was getting done in any case, and made his way to the viewing room. The guards and servants he passed nodded in difference.

The viewing room had originally just held the viewing portal. Slowly over time chairs and couches had been added, all in various styles and comfort levels. Many were reminiscent of the gods that had created them, like the pink chaise for Aphrodite and the deep black armchair with blood red accents for Ares. Hermes had chosen a tie-dyed beanbag chair.

Entering the room he found his older brother and shockingly Athena watching the scene play out on the screen Hephaestus had rigged up to make the images bigger for them.

"What is going on," he asked, trying hard to sound stern, not that it worked with Hades. "And why are you here?" This he directed to Athena. Sure they'd mostly put aside their differences, but as he had mentioned before, gods could hold grudges, especially against each other.

Athena just sniffed, not bothering to reply while Hades pointed to the screen, using the controls to move the scene back a bit.

"It appears something big is coming for our dear Percia. Likely another quest," he explained dryly. "Given your domineering nature when it comes to her safety, I thought you'd be interested."

Ignoring the barely hidden teasing in the other's tone he focused on the screen. As it played he watched, as Percia looked through what was clearly a study. Then she came upon a rather plain ring that didn't seem out of the ordinary. In fact, if he remembered that was the ring Bilbo had found on their last journey. Just before her fingers curled around the small bit of metal a deep sense of foreboding curled in his stomach.

Sure enough his daughter was blasted across the room by a dark power the moment her skin touched the ring. He barely repressed the shout of shock, as she was knocked unconscious.

Soon Bilbo and the Wizard were on scene, and Poseidon couldn't help but agree with his brother. When the wizard was around big things tended to occur, such as the quest she had joined when she first arrived. The man's explanation of the past and what he thought the ring might actually be did nothing to assuage his worry.

'Well, looks like we're going on another adventure.' His daughter's wry response only made him groan in despair.

Why? Why did his child always have to attract trouble? Even in a totally new world?