Percy had already been having a bad day before Tyson had come up and told him that he was keeping a secret from him. After all, he had already gone over a cliff, defeated two giants, released a death god and become praetor, all in like two days. So you could see how Percy didn't really want to deal with more stuff.
It started out simply enough. Tyson had wondered up to Percy and began telling him how happy he was to see him and that Percy wasn't dead. Percy had to agree, it was kind of nice to be alive.
Then he clapped him on the shoulder and said. "Pretty blonde lady and not you will be pleased you are not dead too!"
That understandably confused Percy. He knew the 'pretty blonde lady' was Annabeth but had no clue who 'not me' was. So he asked his half brother. "Tyson, who is 'not me'?"
Tyson frowned immediately and shook his head. "I am sorry, brother, but I promised not to tell you."
Percy stared in surprise. Why had Tyson made that promise? Why did Annabeth let him make that promise? And damn it, who was 'not me'? Thank the gods for Hazel. She saw his growing frustration and piped up. "Well, Tyson, did you promise not to tell me?"
Tyson looked adorable confused as he slowly shook his head. "No, but I cannot tell you with brother in the room!"
Hazel gave him a gentle smile. "Okay, then we'll send Percy out of the room and you can tell me alright?"
Indignation welled up inside Percy as Tyson nodded in agreement. Hazel turned to him and gave him a look. One that said 'you're the one who wants to know the secret.' causing Percy to pout but proceed to exit the room.
Two impatient minutes later he was let back into the room by a dazed looking Hazel. Percy was immediately concerned and asked "What? What's the secret?"
Hazel, still shocked but recovered enough to answer, told him. "Um, you might want to sit down for this."
Percy scowled. "Just tell me, Hazel."
She took a deep breath. "Alright, well the 'not you' Tyson was talking about, he's your son. From the future."
He gawked at her as what she said registered in his brain. "My son from the future made my half brother, his uncle, promise not to tell me about him." Percy said slowly, not really hearing himself.
Hazel nodded but kept silent.
Percy shook his head disbelievingly as he processed what he'd been told. His brain just repeated the words 'your son' over and over again. Percy took a breath and asked. "Are you sure it's not a trick?" half wanting it to be one but at the same time not wanting it to be. She nodded once again.
"Tyson said he smelled like a mix between you and Annabeth. Apparently, you can't pull one over a Cyclops nose." She explained patiently to him as he sat there still in shock.
Percy leaned over and put his head in his hands, muttering "Oh my gods." Hazel looked sympathetic as she patted him on the back.
"How? Why? When?" Percy asked scatterbrained, wanting to know why his and Annabeth's son from the future was in this time.
Hazel shrugged like she hadn't just blown his mind. "I don't know that part was lost in translation, I think. All Tyson said was he along with the others were here to fix something."
He frowned at her choice of words. "What others?"
She picked at her fingers. "You aren't the only one with a kid. Frank and I's daughter apparently came too."
Percy once again stared at her in shock. "So, you mean to tell me that your daughter and my son along with who knows how many more future kids came to the past to fix something?"
"Yep." She said like they were talking about the weather.
Percy sat back in his chair and stared at nothing. He had a son with Annabeth, that was from the future. Percy started laughing in shock and put his head back in his hands, wanting to hide from the world. Hazel just continued to look at him with sympathy.
He calmed down and looked at Hazel with a half smirk on his face. "So, when do I get to meet him?"
After getting thrown on the ground by his girlfriend and threatened, Percy finally took a good look at his son and was surprised by the warm feeling in his chest.
He was fairly tall, maybe 5'11 to six feet, lanky but muscular and tan. Annabeth's blonde hair was cut into spiked hairstyle that Percy could tell he ran his hands through all the time. Percy felt a rush of emotion that he couldn't identify when he met Percy's gaze and he abruptly realized his son had Percy's own eyes.
He studied him like Percy had just done to him mere seconds before hand. He must have liked what he found because he seemed to relax and gave Percy a half smile/half smirk that Percy recognized from mirrors, bringing tears to his eyes.
Percy looked away when he heard Octavian start bitching at Reyna about letting them in. He waited until Reyna finished talking and stepped in before Octavian could get a word in.
"Good idea, go burn your bears Octavian." Percy firmly told him.
He caught Reyna trying to keep her face in a serious expression as she said "You have my orders. Go."
His lips twitched as Percy turned back to look at his son, Charlie, only to see him chuckling at the blue eyed girl next him as they straightened back from each other.
Percy had a small smile on his face as he told them not to worry about Octavian.
He couldn't wait to meet his son.
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