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Disclaimer:Me no own Percy, Sally, Annabeth, Paul

Dinner and a Phone Call

Sally insisted on seeing her son at least once a week to keep tabs on him, even though he was living in an apartment shared with Will Solace and/or Grover and/or Jason Grace and/or Frank Zhang and/or Reyna and/or Hazel and/or any other demigod who needed lodging in New York and was willing to help buy groceries. Partially because he was still her son no matter how much Greek god was in him and how old and qualified he was, partially because she wasn't sure if she trusted young-adult demigods attending college or starting their real lives to keep a fridge filled and eat healthily.

That always ended up being Wednesday night supper and evening.

They were putting away dishes after said Wednesday supper when the phone rang. Percy was closest, his hands weren't soaked with dishwater, and so he picked up even if his mother gave him the stink eye for touching a telephone.

"Hey?" He said. "Yes, speaking? Annabeth, whoa, what's the ma..? You're kidding? It's right outside your door?"

Sally froze and looked up, her blood frozen in her veins. Right outside my door in demigod speak could be (and most often was) seconds away from ripping me apart.

"How big? …Whoa- you sure? You're totally not exaggerating right now?"

Sally panicked. Of course she's not exaggerating Annabeth is the most rational person in this world Percy Jackson!

"Okay, okay, I get it, you're sure. Teeth? Like knives? Really, Annabeth?"

Holly cow it was that big with teeth like knives and right outside Annabeth's door! Sally panicked some more.

"Is it hairy? Well, go check!"

Sally tapped Percy on the elbow. Of course Annabeth shouldn't get close to it!

"Okay, okay, fine, don't get close to it … What kind is it? Sheesh, are you sure we have those in America?"

Great, some tropical monster, maybe they couldn't beat this one!

"I think you're just exaggerating, that can't possibly be it."

Annabeth Chase is the visual encyclopaedia of monsters- if she says it is, it is! Sally felt like screaming to him.

"…Of course it's in my pocket, it's always in my pocket."

She needed Percy to show up armed? Either Annabeth needed help really badly, or for some reason she was unarmed, or stuck away from her weapon stock, or a bunch of other horrible things that put the daughter Sally had never had in imminent danger. Her heart beat faster, she was willing Percy to hang up and run off to go help.

"Yeah, I got that when you started off by saying 'I need help that thing is so huge'"

Sally was on the verge of hyperventilation.

"I'll be on my way as soon as I can." He said. He hung up the phone.

"Percy, what are you waiting for, go help her, it could be too late!" Sally said.

"Too late?" Percy asked. Sally didn't get this; he was usually quicker than this in the face of danger, especially when Annabeth was concerned.

"Annabeth needs help Percy, get going!" Sally said.

"Mom, she won't die." Percy said casually.

"Of course she might die she's a demigod and there's this enormous bloodthirsty beast outside her dorm door!" Sally said.

"Mom, it's not a monster, it's a spider. And I'm the one with the bug spray." Percy said.

"Oh," Sally said, feeling every nerve of hers that had been spazzing out and going berserk a second ago freeze. "Well… Get going anyways."

"Kay Mom, love you, thanks for supper." Percy said, giving her a quick hug. He walked to the door and crossed Paul as he grabbed his coat and said a quick goodbye.

"Demigod emergency?" He asked his wife, picking up a dish floating in the sink with his left hand and the rag in the other.

"No; bug problems…" Sally said, still feeling like she'd just walked off Six Flag's scariest roller coaster.