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DiamondintheDark

Dear Poseidon

Sally Jackson has always loved Poseidon. Even when they parted, even when she gave birth to Percy, even when she married Gabe. She's never lost touch of Poseidon, either. Read her letters to the sea god about life, work, Percy, and her love.

Chapter Five

Had Sally had enough time to actually sit down and relax, she would've remembered that her due date was coming soon- well, it was today, actually, and she really shouldn't be doing such oddball things as taking a day off work to buy new silverware and cutlery with Mary. Mary and her husband were leaving in about one and a half weeks' time for a vacation, and she was absolutely frantic about baby Nancy.

"What if the sitter we chose doesn't do a good job? What if she can't control her? What if Nancy forgets her mommy and daddy? What if-"

"Mary," Sally intervened. "I'm sure that in the two weeks you and Dan will be gone, Nancy wouldn't forget who her parents are. Babies are quite smart, you know. Don't worry; Nancy will know exactly who her mother and father are." It was at times like this where Sally was quite glad her cool logic could come into play. Gods know Mary needed it.

But, of course, Sally didn't have enough time to chillax- as of late her boss had been on a short fuse temper- probably some petty argument with his wife, Sally thought- and no one had dared to cross his path. Sally and Mary considered themselves pretty lucky to take a "sick break" and not lose any important limbs. Other employees were not as fortunate.

So, because Sally did not remember when the exact date was- she was never that great when it came to numbers and dates- she most certainly did not expect it when halfway through the Martha Stewart kitchen collection store, she realized-

"STYX."

It was out before she could stop it.

On the other side of the shelf, Mary's head popped up above. "You okay, Sally?"

Sally shook her head. This was complete déjà vu, except this time, it was her whose water broke. She relayed her thoughts out to Mary, who spent no time zipping over to her side and carefully guiding her out of the store.

"Sorry," Mary shouted over her shoulder to the bewildered shop boy who was helping them. "Her water broke."

Sally's face flushed uncontrollably as the poor fellow- how old was he, seventeen or so? Sally mused- blushed, his ears turning red. Usually, customers he helped thanked him and went on their way, not inform that they're water broke, 'cuz that's just… not cool. Boy, would his momma have a fit once she finds out! He shuffled awkwardly as he went to hold the door for the two ladies to pass, then ran away in a hurry once they were out.

On the other hand, Sally attempted to reprimand Mary for embarrassing her. Mary took no notice, simply waving her off.

"Oh, Sally, the boy's growing up. He needs to know what happens with women if he's ever to get a girl, don't you think? Now, just sit down and hold on, because I'm finally going to test this car's power. Try not to lose any bodily functions, will you? I'd hate to be the cause for some loss."

Sally slumped down in her seat. She knew just how lovely of a driver Mary was when it came to panic situations. She really hoped Mary had car insurance for sick passengers.

Twenty-five minutes later, Sally stammered out of the car, her legs jerking suddenly.

"That," she declared, "was one of the worst- I repeat, the worst- car rides I have ever been on. And I've been on a lot."

"Well, think of it as my special gift to you." Mary smiled, before shooing her off to the nurses nearby. As they were on the road, Mary had called the hospital to notify them of Sally's situation. How she managed to do that and drive at 90mphs- and still didn't get them killed- Sally will never know. All she knew was the bright lights, the doctors and nurses' voices ringing in her ears, and an unpredicted, horrid

PAIN.

She screamed and wailed. Gods, it hurts! Tears were streaming down her cheeks, and she was praying that it would just stop.

"It's okay, it's okay Ms. Jackson; you'll be alright. Just keep calm, and don't forget to push, okay? Push."

For as long as she could count, Sally heard that one mantra repeat on and on and on and on and on. Push, she told herself. Gods, just push!

Hours later, a sweet sound pierced the stilled night.

A baby's single cry.

Finally.

Sally collapsed back onto the soft pillows that'd been placed for her comfort as the doctors and nurses left her room. She just did it. She just gave birth.

It was August 18, 1994- the day and year of her son's birth.

She couldn't believe it.

"I can't believe it." She mumbled into her pillow, feeling like a child. "I'm a parent, a mother."

"Neither can I." A new voice answered her.

She looked up from the pillow. There, standing in Bermuda shorts and a Hawaiian flower-print shirt, was the god of the seas, Poseidon. Sally felt a smile growing. Before she knew what was happening, his clear, ocean scent hit her nose. She inhaled, feeling him hugging her back tightly.

"Poseidon."

"Sally."

They broke apart. She studied his face, as he studied hers.

"What are you doing here?" Secretly, she hoped it was because of her.

Poseidon smiled and laughed. "To see you, of course."

She grinned.

"So, how's the baby?" he attempted to ask subtlety.

"He's doing well, are you going to stay to see him?"

Poseidon feigned hurt. "Why, of course, Ms. Jackson. Unless you'd rather have me leave… then I suppose I best be going. No reason to anger a lady when you're not needed, eh?"

He knew she knew he was just pushing her buttons, but he hid his chuckle as he "casually" strolled out the open doorway and whistled. He pretended to not have heard her until she fell back into the bed, grumbling. He grinned impishly, like a child, and took a few strides until he was at her bedside again. Normally, he wouldn't act like this. This behavior was new to him. Then again, anything that Sally did or anything that involved her would bring new things to him. He never knew tacos tasted so... stale.

Sally grumbled some more, crossing her arms and looking away from him, though she was strongly tempted to look at her lover's handsome face.

"What's that, Ms. Jackson?" Poseidon asked, leaning over the bedrail.

Sally looked at him, his very amused face.

"Shut up and kiss me you dolt."

Very willingly, he did just so, grinning the whole time. Finally, after all this time, he could be with her again. For a time period, but he didn't care. They had all the time in the world.

…

Until some idiot nurse interrupted. "Oh! Uh… Ms. Jackson?"

Poseidon- to Sally's shock- cursed quietly as she giggled softly. "Yes?"

The nurse held out a blue bundle. "Your son."

Poseidon drew in a take of breath. This was it. His son. Sally held her hands out.

"Be careful; he's sleeping." The nurse warned. All she got was a nod in reply and a motion to leave. That she did.

"Oh…" Sally cooed. In her hands, wrapped up in a blue bundle, was a baby boy. Her baby boy. Poseidon rested his head on Sally's shoulder so he could get a better look.

"So that's our son."

Sally nodded. "That's our son."

Their son had tousled black hair on his forehead and tiny black eyebrows. In a way, Poseidon thought, he looked like him.

"Can I…?"

"Of course." She gave the sleeping baby to him, and watched transfixed as her lover carefully, gingerly, held the bundle wrapped in his hands.

"What should we name him?" he asked.

Sally didn't bother wasting a second to reply. She'd come up with the name long ago. "Perseus."

Poseidon looked up. "Perseus?" His brow knitted in confusion.

She nodded. "Perseus."

"Why… Perseus? That was the name of one of Zeus' kids."

Sally nodded again. "I know, I know. Yes, that was indeed the name of one of Zeus' kids, but he was one of the few heroes to ever have a happy ending. I want our son to have that. I don't want him living as a lonely old hermit in an abandoned building complex like me. I want him to have a bright future, despite obstacles thrown at him."

Poseidon looked up. "Even if being a son of the Big Three will complicate his life a whole lot more than as another demigod?" Even if I have brought forward his doom by being a criminal in love?

"Yes, even if his life will be a thousand times worse." There was an odd edge to Sally's voice, like as if she was already planning something, but Poseidon didn't push it. He held up his pride and joy.

"Perseus Jackson."

Then, as if he had forgotten, he raised his son up into the air once more- he had brought him down right after he finished officially naming him- and said:

"Oh, by the way, welcome to the 20th century."

"Poseidon!" Sally scolded him half-heartedly.

"What? It had to be done. I have to warn the little guy about his upcoming drama. Hopefully he'll know that girls do have cooties, never listen to your teacher- unless he has four legs- and aim to please- wait, no, that came out wrong- aim to annoy any child of Athena, and-"

"Poseidon!"

Poseidon broke his speech. "Yeah?"

Sally contemplated whether or not to tell him off, but figured he'd end up doing it all over again. So instead, she kissed him.

"And," Poseidon pronounced happily. "His mom is the best kisser in the world, never listen to Amphitrite, riding on dolphins is a challenge- especially if you're trying to surf on them- the Big Apple is never too big, become the smartest tool in the shed- depending on the size of the shed- always make sure to tie your shoes so that-"

Sally rolled her eyes and shook her head. Best not to stop Poseidon from his ecstatic, pointless rant of attempting to educate his newly born son. Well, not now, at least.

The ending was kind of weird, but Poseidon's in a happy mood. Who could blame him?

Let me just say that I know nothing much when it comes to pregnancies, so everything here is based up on whatever I could think of. I didn't want to go into too much detail.

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DiamondintheDark