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Kids were exhausting.

Paul was hunched over at the kitchen table, trying but failing to read through his emails on his laptop. His eyes kept closing in between sentences, the steaming cup of coffee next to him helping little. Half of them were straight from the English head at Goode; didn't she know that school had ended almost three weeks ago? In his mind, that meant he had another two and half weeks before he had to think about lesson plans or assignments. He didn't care if they were putting him on the third or fourth floor- as long as he wasn't teaching in the boiler room he'd live. Right now he just wanted to focus on keeping Chloe quiet enough for Sally to get some shut eye. The three month old had reached (what he hoped was) the peak of her fussiness, which meant hell for him and his wife. They couldn't make it an hour without hearing blood curling screams from across the house- seriously, she had some lungs on her.

It was all worth it though. She was the cutest darn kid he had ever seen, with a tuft of soft brown hair like her mother's and glowing chocolate eyes like his own. And when she laughed, you couldn't help but join in. It was one of those weird gurgle noises- there was really no better way to describe it.

Said little devil smiled at him from her high chair, as if she had known he was thinking about her. He scrunched his face up and stuck his tongue out, resulting in a giggle. He laughed when she tried to copy him. They continued to mess around when the shrill cry of the home phone interrupted them.

Who was calling at nine in the morning?

With a reluctant sigh, Paul pushed himself out of the kitchen chair and to the counter. The number that appeared on the screen didn't look familiar. Assuming it was a telemarketer, he clicked the red button to send whoever it was to voicemail.

He sat back down, stealing another glance at Chloe. When the voicemail began with a non automated voice, he was suprised. He turned away from his daughter and stared at the phone base.

"This is a call from Fraiser's Towing for PAUL BLOFIS. Your vehicle, make mazda, model RX-8 2010, tag BL03K12 was towed at your expensive at 9:03 AM this morning as result of violation of public parking over 48 hours. For pick up information or if this vehicle is not yours please call at..."

The bored voice on the other line blurred as the shock of the situation hit him. His immediate instict was to whip around to see if Sally had heard it. There was no movement; silence filled the air, but still, it did not bring him relief. For one, it was in stark comparison to the static from the phone seconds before. Two?

Percy freaking Jackson.

He remembered learning Sally had a son. It was one of their first dates, actually. Granted, they were study dates, but either way he was able to talk and laugh with this beautiful woman he had met, which was a blessing in itself.

As in all the cliches, she had taken an intermission in the middle of overanalyzing a paragraph she had written to excuse herself for the restroom. He first took a minute to gather himself- that woman had him flustered- but then began to look more closely at the framed photos on the walls and resting on the small side table besides the small cream couch. There were some pictures of a younger Sally smiling up or next to her parents, but he was most intrigued by the messy haired kid in the majority of them; alone or next to her. He smiled at one where the kid couldn't have been more than five- he was squatted in the sand with his back to the camera, poking at a red crab.

The newest photo he saw was a school portrait. His first impression? The kid's messy hair, crooked grin, and twinkling emerald eyes reminded him of a certain brand of students he had taught. The kind with several detentions and suspensions under their belt, with a severe disregard for authority. The kind he unfortunately severly disliked.

He didn't know why it didn't occur to him that this boy could have been Sally's son. He jumped when she returned next to him, folding one leg under the other before allowing a small smile to appear on her cheeks.

"That's Percy," she nodded towards the frame.

"Your nephew?" He questioned, which he knew now was stupid. She didn't have any siblings. When she didn't respond immediately, he quickly turned to see what was wrong. She glanced once at the image before holding his gaze, as if to gauge his reaction. "My son."

Paul's eyes widened and turned back to the photo. "You have a son?" The sentence came out as more than a statement than a question.

Sally nodded, her smile not wavering despite the shock on his face. "He's almost thirteen now."

The question bouncing around in Paul's head- the one most concerning to him- was who was the father? He ignored it and instead focused on the boy himself, but Sally had panicked in his silence and started to speak again.

"He uh, he's at a camp right now. I'd say you can meet him, but I'd really rather we  get to know each other better before that time comes. He's... he's been through a lot."

That statement had confused him at first, but fast foward to now, he knew that that was quite possibly- or rather, hands down the biggest understatement of the century.

And knowing that background made the call all the more frightening.

Without so much as a second thought, Paul stood and nailed in the number for the Big House at Camp Half-Blood.

The phone rang a few times, before a crackle signified it had been answered. "Hello! You've reached the office of Delphi's Strawberries, this is Aspen! How can I help you?" A girl's cheery voice rambled into the phone. Paul would've laughed if he wasn't so nervous.

"Morning, Aspen. I was wondering-"

"I'm sorry sir, I can't hear you. One second please- GUS! WALLACE! SHUT UP! I'M ON THE PHONE WITH A PERSON!"

Paul winced at the yelling before the girl came back on. "Sorry sir. You were wondering...?"

"This is Percy's step-dad. May I speak with Chiron?" He asked, staring at Chloe as she grinned at him.

"You're Percy's step-dad? He's really nice! He showed me how to canoe."

Paul forced a chuckle. "That sounds about right... may I speak with Chiron?"

"Well he's teaching archery right now with the Apollo kids. I tried it but I wasn't very good."

"It's urgent," Paul stated with a little more edge. How old was this kid? She couldn't have been more than thirteen.

There were a few beats of silence. "Is Percy okay?"

"I just need to speak to Chiron."

After another minute of going back and forth with the girl, he finally got her to go find the centaur. Chiron greeted him breathlessly, making it obvious that he had hustled to get to the call.

Without much of an introduction, Paul jumped straight to the point. He asked if Percy was at the camp. He held his breath as he waited for an answer. Please say yes, he's just a stupid teenager that  doesn't know how to park a car properly and in a way that isn't illegal.

"He's not with you?"

Paul's heart dropped into his stomach. He ran a hand through his hair and leaned against the counter. He let out a ragged sigh. "No, I got a call from the towing company..."

Chiron sighed heavily on the other line. "I figured he and Annabeth visited you and Sally. Jason, Piper and them went out for lunch. They told me Percy was taking Annabeth out somewhere when they returned." He thought aloud, his voice heavy.

Percy's stepdad closed his eyes. "Annabeth is gone too?" He was too exhausted to be embarrassed with the voice crack in the middle of his sentence.

The call ended minutes later with both sides being extremely frustrated and concerned. Not again. What could it be this time? The last war had practically ended only a year ago, and the wounds were still fresh on everyone's mind- the two teens were still plagued with nightmares.

They were going to wait to make a play until they told Sally.

Who, speaking of, had just strutted into the kitchen in a pair of shorts and one of his old ratty t shirts from a school homecoming game a few years back. She smiled at him but went straight to Chloe, jumping into a game of 'peek a boo.' If there was anything he loved about Sally it was how much she loved her family. Which made what he had to tell her next torture.

He finally worked up the courage five minutes into her drinking coffee and making faces at their daughter. He cleared his throat and tried to appear calm, for her sake. "Uh, Sally?"

"Yeah?"

How was he supposed to word this? "Hey! We're going to have to pay $300 in towing fees and your son is missing and maybe dead- again! Would you like some more coffee? "

"The towing company called... they said they picked up Percy's car yesterday." He winced as he said the words. They weren't as harsh as what went through his head, but the tasted bitter all the same.

Her eyes widened. She slowly moved the dark navy mug from against her chest to the table before wringing her handd together, worry lines etched across her forehead. She exhaled deeply. "Only Percy," she forced a chuckle, although he could see the tears already forming in her eyes. He said the final line before he lost the nerve. "I called camp... he's not there. Sally, I'm so-"

He trailed off when a silent sob racked her body. He stood and enveloped her into a hug, allowing her to cry into his shoulder.

"Where was it?" she sniffled. "The car?" He explained that he hadn't had the time to call the towers back yet, but it had been at least 48 hours. He rubbed her back. His heart broke, and he silently prayed for his step son's safety.

She took a deep, ragged breath and pushed him back. A frown appeared upon her red cheeks. "Why hasn't Annabeth- she would've known he was gone...?"

Paul grimaced, which was all Sally needed to see to know that wherever he was, she was probably with him.

With the lack of attention, Chloe began to scream, shrill shrieks that cut through the thick silence in the house. Sally absentmindedly picked her up and rocked her.

Percy, Annabeth... where are you this time?

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"You ready?" Daisy asked as she gathered up a few scattered items around the Quinjet.

"No," Lincoln grumbled. She seemed unfazed by the rather rough landing they had just experienced- auto pilot worked plenty well for taking off and getting to wherever the hell this base was, but landing?  Apprently hovering and lowering the aircraft into an underground hangar wasn't something you were supposed to try without proper training.

"Come on Eeyore, it's not that bad. There's good WiFi down here. And plus," she gently grabbed his forearm and pulled him towards her.  "I'm here."

He softened at the hopeful look in her eyes and fought the urge to kiss her. "Let's go," he said finally, hoping he wouldn't regret it.

She grinned and pulled some switch to make the cargo hold open, revealing a team of agents waiting on the floor. They rushed in, giving him curious looks as Daisy led him off. Uneasiness passed over him as she led him towards a smaller door at the end of the hangar. He didn't belong here.

He followed her down a rather long hallway until she turned and pushed open a door to what appeared to be a training facility. Punching bags hung from the ceiling, weights were organized on the back wall, and there was padding on the ground to spar on. He didn't have the chance to finish his scan when he walked into a locker room.

"I'll be right back- I'm going to find us some dry clothes."

He had almost forgotten they were drenched. He stripped off his shirt while he waited and winced at his appearance in one of the mirrors hanging over the sinks. He had grown slim over the past couple of months, and the lack of sleep was evident by the dark bags etched under his eyes. His arms were red and itchy.

Damn poison oak. 

Soon enough, Daisy was back in a tight fitting black top and athletic shorts. She handed him a top and a pair of sweats before pointing to the showers. "Feel free to use them if you'd like," she nodded as she headed towards the doors. "I'm going to go find Coulson. I'll be back in like, ten minutes. There's toiletries on the back shelf."

"Okay... um, thanks."

With those words, Daisy waved goodbye and slipped behind the door, leaving Lincoln alone.

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"Hey, do you know where Coulson is?" Daisy called out to a passing agent. She had checked his office with no luck, and she had completley forgotten to grab a walkie before leaving the locker room. The man looked up at her with quizzical hazel eyes. "Last I knew he was in his office."

She shook her head. "Nope," she answered impatiently, popping the p. "Can you walkie him or something? Like, now."

The agent scrambled to unhook the device off of his waistband and requested his location on a direct line. She thanked him when they got an answer as she briskly jogged away.

"Coulson!" Daisy cried out as she yanked open the doors to the lab. He was leaning on a counter behind Bobbi, who was glaring at the monitor in front of her. She took a second to read the words in bold across the top while she made her way over to them. Results Inconclusive.

Looked like that DNA screening was going well.

Coulson looked suprised to see her. "Daisy. Is everything alright?" He gave her a once over when she nodded. Another thought crossed his mind. "Where's Lincoln? I heard the ATCU got involved as well. We need to talk about that."

"Taking a shower... and now?"

The director shrugged. "We're getting nowhere with this machine. Might as well."

Daisy began briefing him, and before they knew it, it had been nearly thirty minutes of conversation (and some arguing) about both the ATCU and the two teenagers a few floors down. Much longer than the ten minutes the dark haired agent had told her fellow inhuman.

Who, of which, had just peeked his head through the doors of the lab, his shoulders relaxing when he saw her. Coulson nodded at him when he trodded over, despite the uneasiness he felt around him. "Lincoln. Glad to see you safe."

Even Daisy flinched at the cold tone. But before he could respond, Daisy was in a frenzy. "Oh my- oh my god, I am so sorry. I  didn't mean- I just got caught up here..." A small smirk found it's way on to his face. "It's fine, Daisy. I wasn't waiting that long anyway."

She sighed in relief. Lincoln shifted back and forth on the balls of his heels, extremely uncomfortable with the silence that filled the large lab despite several people working. Coulson wasn't the least bit concerned with trying to hide from scrutinizing him, head to toe, with judging eyes.

"Hey, Lincoln, right?" The girl sitting in front of him questioned. He confirmed it before she began again. "Agent Morse. You're a doctor, right?"

That question unnerved him for some reason, but he answered a truthful yes for it all the same. He was suprised to hear her ask him to review some data.

"Sure?" He obliged. "What is it?"

Coulson cleared his throat. "We believe we have one inhuman threat. His name is Percy Jackson. He can control water as far as we know- completley demolished my other plane."

Lincoln was confused. "So what do you need me for?'

It was Bobbi's turn to answer. "We can't get the system to confirm the blood sample as inhuman, and I don't know how the hell to check it manually."

She jumped out of the leather rolling chair and crossed her arms. "Good luck, I've spent hours on this."

Daisy, Bobbi, and Coulson watched, captivated, as the blonde headed visitor scrolled through files and information.

Lincoln frowned at the screen. "Run that through one more time?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed. His fingers hovered above the keys, twitching.

"What is it?" Daisy inquired, tilting her head to the side as she watched Bobbi play with the controls on whatever fancy machine they were using and she didn't understand. The computer beeped once more, but Lincoln closed the error message and looked through the data displayed on the screen. He shook his head before pulling up the blown-up image of the sample. He glanced back at her and pointed at the screen. "This? This blood isn't inhuman," he announced, causing a ripple of anxiety through the room. "But..."

"But what?" Coulson demanded when he trailed off.

Lincoln swallowed. "It's not human either."

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