Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson.

Authors Note: Hey! This is the long awaited multi-chapter sequel to His father's Son, Love's Lesson and Unfortunate Souls! Each chapter will focus on a god talking with Percy. There's a plot, sort of. There may be spoilers for Mark of Athena (which was pretty good) so beware. The title is actually based on Finding Nemo, don't be judging ;) Follow me on tumblr if you want (theelementarywizard).

Warnings:, whatever you consider Percy/random god,

Percy packed his last shirt and zipped shut the suitcase. He was officially moving out. After he and Annabeth talked it was decided mutually that Percy would be the one to move out. It was really the obvious choice; the apartment was Annabeth's design, its only right she got to stay there.

Percy sighed, running a tan hand through his hair and stepped out into the living room, taking one last look around the room. It was all very sentimental of him if he admitted it to himself. Despite what most people thought he would miss it here. This had been his home for three years, he had good memories here. From the time Thalia got Diet Coke up her nose and ended up crying tears of the soda, to the time Percy and Annabeth tried to fix the plumbing and ended up with a flood that not even Percy could stop.

He didn't need to say goodbye, because it wasn't that. They would always be best friends, but for now distance would do both a world of good.

Percy had spoken to Chiron, he was going to stay at camp and teach sword fighting. Chiron all but jumped, danced, moon walked at the chance for the great Percy Jackson to come back, knowing the children of the gods would be well taught and trained by a seasoned fighter.

Picking up his things, Percy walked away from the life he thought he'd trapped himself in and went on to the next adventure

By the time Percy made it to Camp Half Blood, it was dinner time. Percy wasn't in the mood for a big spectacle but at the same time he was hungry. Very Hungry.

So, after putting his things in his cabin (for now, Camp Half Blood staff all resided in the Big House, at some point Chiron would set him up in a room) he made it to the dining pavilion. A few people were walking in around the same time as him and took a moment to gape.

If Percy had to guess at least two of them were Hermes' kids, their maniac grins (which seem to have been replaced momentarily from shock) and upturned eyebrows gave them away. One of them a daughter of Hecate, he recognized from a rescue mission a couple years back and the last seemed like a son of Demeter with his dirt patched clothing and pair of gardening gloves in his back pocket, if those indications were anything to go by.

At Camp Half-Blood Percy Jackson was a living legend, even though he came around every once in a while (although mostly to see Chiron or bring in a new demigod), his name was still spoken with awe. It all was a bit embarrassing to the son of the sea god; he did the things he did because he had to, not for fame or glory. He did because no matter how much easier it would be without them; the people he fought with and for were his family.

"Percy!" The daughter of Hecate gasped excitedly as she rushed over to him, "I haven't see you in forever, I'm Irene, I didn't ever get to introduce myself too you the first time we met. You brought me to camp, we had been attacked by a hellhound, and I was knocked out. They said you got me here with Malcolm but before I could ever thank you, you had already left."

Percy smiled at the dark haired girl, he remembered her. She –if his memory served- disliked fighting, liked to keep the peace from what he heard. She was, like all children of Hecate unless they want their mother's wrath upon them, a hard worker and quite skilled if gossip around Olympus was correct.

It had been raining cats and dogs when he'd gone to get her with Malcolm (Annabeth's brother); they had arrived at her home, only to find a couple of hellhounds surrounding the house. The girl then had been screaming to her father -who was trying to defend her- that could figure this out peacefully, Percy nearly laughed at the sight of this tiny thing telling her dad off for defending them from monsters. It was not long after they were all destroyed thanks to the heroes, except one that ended up attacking the girl leaving her unconscious. Percy and Malcolm had gotten her back to camp safely, but Percy never actually spoke to her because not long after returning Hermes needed his help and he was off again. Not returning to stay until now.

"You don't have to thank me," Percy said with a friendly grin on his face, the girl seemed to be happy here which of course made Percy feel happy in return since some kids didn't like being brought here, "and I do remember you. You've grown up quite a bit."

The girl blushed and gave him a grin, "Yeah, well, I just wanted to say thanks, you saved my life and dads."

"It was nothing, now c'mon I'm starving. I promise we'll talk later, I'd like to hear how you're doing at camp."

Percy led Irene and her awestruck friends into the pavilion. It was like always, orderly chaos, kids giving their offerings to their parents, shouts and burps coming from Ares table, giggles and squeals from Aphrodite's, and so on. It was like coming home for Percy.

As he passed by Hermes' table he waved to a few kids he knew and did the same as he passed Apollo's. The two gods frequently asked him to take their kids to Camp as a favor. They knew Percy would get them there safely.

A slight hush fell on the crowd as Percy made his way to table number 12, Chiron was grinning, "Percy! I'm so glad you're here."

"So am I," Percy smiled back giving his old mentor a hug, "I think things are going to get interesting around here."

"I expect nothing less."

"Didn't I get rid of you years ago?" a grouchy voice came from somewhere near Chiron's backside.

Percy rolled his eyes, "Couldn't get rid of me even if you wanted too, D."

A few satyrs and a single dark haired boy -who was definitely Dionysus' kid from his dark blue almost purple eyes- looked at the god as if he would smite Percy right there and then, "Yes, so I've noticed, cousin."

Percy smirked at the looks on their faces, he and Dionysus got along just fine as long as they spent long periods of time away from each other. It was true that Percy hadn't seen the Wine god in nearly a year, having skipped out on the Winter Solstice parties this year.

Besides Poseidon wouldn't be too happy if his favorite son was turned to ash or into a dolphin. Well, maybe a dolphin. No, never mind, he'd be angry.

"Well," Chiron began setting himself back down far too used to the wine god and son of Poseidon, "why don't you sit down? Have some dinner?"

"No," both Dionysus and I said at the same time. Of course it was said for very different reasons. Percy said no because he wasn't in the mood for one of his and D's infamous snark fests (it runs in the family apparently). And Dionysus said no because even if Percy was probably his favorite hero, he still hated heroes.

Percy gave the god an amused glare, "I think I'll sit at my Dad's table, for old time's sake. It looks a bit lonely over there."

It did look lonely; the Big Three had not claimed any more kids. It was currently unknown if there were any but from the way it looks the gods seemed to had stuck to their original pact when it was still valid after Thalia and Percy were born. There could be a few little Zeus's or little Poseidons running around somewhere at the moment but no one's too sure.

Percy though wasn't sure how he'd feel about having another half-sibling, he loved Tyson but he also rather enjoyed being his father's favorite. It was stupid and a little bit childish, and compared to every other demigod in this place Percy knew he was the luckiest. Most kids barely met their godly parent twice let alone the amount of times Percy has seen Poseidon. Percy really didn't want to lose all those visits and meetings if some other awesome demigod hero came in and took his place. Which eventually, Percy knew, would happen. He wasn't going to live forever.

Chiron frowned at both the demigod and god but held back whatever he was going to say, "Alright, but we must talk later. I'll show you your room, plus we need to look over your schedule and of course we need to catch up."

"Will do," Percy smiled at the centaur, "I'll stop by the Big House later."

"Oh, joy."

After a nice dinner and chats to star struck demigods, Percy made his way to the Big House to talk with Chiron. It had been a long day so he was quite eager to get everything over with and crash.

Entering the building, Percy made his way to Chiron's office but was stopped before he even reached the fireplace.

"He's not there," the bored sounding voice of Dionysus drawled from the couch. "Some brat of Hermes' decided to try and sneak out. I sent him to deal with it. I'm feeling generous today."

Percy turned to look at the god. He was sitting on the couch, feet up on the coffee table reading a book about wine by some wine guy who liked wine. Percy wasn't sure why Dionysus tortured himself by reading about alcohol when he couldn't have any but he guessed it was better than nothing.

"Oh, do you know how long he'll be gone?" Percy was already forcing sick of the faux-politeness in his voice, he just wanted to get to bed and he knew if he riled Dionysus up he'd be stuck playing pinnacle til he was forty. He'd rather spend fifty years playing chess with Hades.

Dionysus gave him a smirk, knowing all too well how terrible it was for the demigod to be polite, "No clue."

"Thank you for being so helpful," Percy snapped and began to walk out; he could just stay in his own cabin tonight.

"Oh, calm down." The god said shutting the book and rising to his feet which in itself was rather shocking.

Percy watched him warily, Dionysus preferred to not move or help in anyway. Although, he supposed, that's not entirely true. Percy was one of the few who saw through his godly cousin's facade of boredom and hatred. Percy did not doubt that Dionysus disliked heroes but he knew that the god had to distance himself from these kids, because a good portion of the time these kids barely made it to eighteen if they were lucky. Even though he was a god he had to watch these children every day, watch them grow and mature, watch them die and suffer. That couldn't be easy on anyone.

"What?"

Dionysus rolled his grape colored eyes, "Still as dimwitted as ever, how like your father."

"Watch it, D." Percy growled, "What do you want? I'll just bunk in my cabin tonight"

Again the god of insanity gave an eye roll and moved to the stairs, "I'll take you to your room that's here."

Percy gave him a suspicious look, "Alright."

"I'm not going to hang you from the ceiling with vines by your ankles, or turn you into a dolphin then force you to swim in a vat of wine until you no doubt die from lack of water, if that's what you're thinking."

Percy looked at him oddly; he had given that quite a bit of thought, a bit too much, which didn't reassure Percy in any way. But for Dionysus this was…dare he say it? Plain old nice.

"Why are you being nice, D? It's not your style," Percy asked, following the curly haired god upstairs.

"What are you talking about?" The god asked, his tone customarily bored, "I'm always nice."

Percy gave a snort, "Yeah, ok."

"What?" He asked, eyes dancing insanely. "Don't you think I'm nice, little cousin?"

"Oh, I think you're the nicest god on all of Olympus, and I'm Aphrodite." Percy replied with a smirk.

Dionysus stopped, giving a snort and turned to Percy, "You remember that?"

"Of course I do," Percy said. "You were the first god I met, and I suppose, it was rather nice of you not blast me to smithereens for what I said. So, I guess I'll admit that, that one time you were rather nice, for you that is, D."

The words coming out Percy's mouth tasted like poison, but true none the less. He always felt bad for Dionysus, deep down, deep, deep down. Mostly because he wasn't allowed to have the one thing which makes him, him, and people looked down on the god because he was the youngest. Percy could relate to that in his own way.

Dionysus stared at him for a moment, judging to see whether or not Percy was being insolent or not. Apparently he didn't find anything but tired seriousness from the young man. He turned around and began walking the way they came, calling behind him to the confused Percy, "Go down the next hallway, and take a left, you're four doors down from me. You'll know which my door is. I'll tell Chiron you'll talk to him in the morning, go to sleep."

With that the god disappeared leaving the air smelling like grapes and leaving a rather happy Percy.

Finally the Seaweed Brain said something right to a god.