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SO the pairing for this story is PERCY X HESTIA

So I wish to say that part of the inspiration for something in this chapter came from Vampiri Amare's story. But this is a lot different.

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CHAPTER 9: THE SON OF JUPITER

Olympus: The Throne Room

'Monotonous'- is the single best world describing the ongoing great Olympian meeting.

As usual Apollo was listening to an album by some mortal named Zeus knows what. Dionysus was sitting on his throne sipping what appeared to be a red Porte brewed by him over 3000 years ago. I seriously wondered if that drink was poisonous or not. I would never dare touch that filthy chalice.

Hephaestus was arguing with Hermes if the domain of internet should be purely under the control of Hermes. Hades and Zeus too were arguing that the related cables and EM waves trespassed their domain and that Hermes pay the in Drachmas every fiscal proportionally to the data transferred through their domains. Athena was arguing that since internet could be used as a source of Data transfer and that Data was a raw form of Information, the domain be transferred to her. Demeter was asking for Internet to be banned as it distracted young boys from physical labour in a farm. Her proposal was unanimously rejected by Hephaestus, Hermes, Athena, Zeus, Hades, Poseidon and surprisingly Aphrodite. Apparently she had some stake in Facebook.

I had to take Arian to the CJ after this meeting and I was surely not looking forward to the conclusion. But this power game had gone for too long.

Meanwhile Athena and Demeter had started wrestling on the floor of the room and Zeus was shouting at Hades and was totally oblivious towards the ferocious cats.

I sighed and waited for a few seconds but the fight seemed to go on.

I was frustrated. I could have spent the time with Arian or Hestia. Heck even sparring with Ares seemed a better option.

Well the ladies could go on forever but I was thinking on a whole new subject. Recently I had taken quite a liking for pranks and I think the time is ripe enough for one. I rose from my seat and summoned some threads and started a silent incantation in the old tongue.

A few seconds passed and suddenly the throne room was filled with bright silver coppery light which seemed to engulf each and everyone present in the throne room. When the light subsided every god and goddess was staring at him with annoyed expressions etched over their faces.

I could not even control my laughter to smirk like I wanted to. I burst out laughing loudly. They had all transformed into their sacred animals. I had a particularly hard time digesting a red cow sitting on Apollo's throne with earphones plugged in its ears.

And in the next instant Chaos broke out as I was chased out of the room by a furious boar, a peacock and an owl pecking at my armour. I yelled back,

"Your new forms will revert back after a few days." while still laughing and wincing from all the pecks.

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The Realm of the Fates: Arian's Room

After a few minutes of marathon across Olympus I finally went to my palace where Arian was eating his breakfast.

I walked up to the table and covered his eyes with my hands.

"Daddy you do this every day!" He complained.

"Yeah but this is perhaps the last time." I replied with a bit of sorrow.

"Daddy I will be fine." He said.

"I will make sure you are." I replied.

"Are you ready to leave?" I asked in a serious tone.

He nodded nervously.

I hugged him and pulled a something out of my pocket.

It was a single pearl pendent- the size of a meatball. It reflected light perfectly and gave off a faint coppery aura. I added the pearl to the silver band gifted to Arian by Hestia. It settled nicely on his chest.

Whenever you will touch this pendent and call my name you will be able to talk to me through an empathy link.

I flashed to my palace in Olympus. I could not teleport to the mortal plane from the realm of Fates. Who knew there would be an avian surprise waiting for me?

Just as I touched the floor in my palace I was greeted by a series of claws and peck try to scratch my face to oblivion. The frenzied peacock was definitely trying to take my eyes out.

"Calm down Hera!" I yelled wincing from all the divine catfight. Perhaps she didn't like the prank too much. Better undo it now, for I don't want my palace laced with cow dung and the gardens roamed by intestinally upset cows. Cleaning tons of horse goo would seem easy in comparison with that.

I waved my hands over the peacock and its feathers slowly fell to the ground leaving a bald furious peacock. Oops! Hera would not take kindly to that.

After a few minutes of comical transformations, I finally got the hang of it and succeeded in changing the peacock into the divine peahen that Hera usually was.

"YOU WILL PAY FOT THAT DEARLY JACKSON!" shrieked a very angered Hera.

"We will see." I replied casually.

"How dare you be so casual about this whole affair? You have made a great enemy out of me today Jackson! Beware I am the Queen of..." and I tuned it out of my mind from there on, thinking about the length of the speech made me sad.

"Arian! It seems Aunt Hera will take some time. Why don't you go upstairs and take some rest? The journey must have worn you out." I toil my son.

"Yes dad." And he silently went upstairs while plugging his ears to cut out all the Hera banter.

I stifled a yawn as I sat down on the couch waiting for the divine queen to wear herself out.

After a few hours she finally stopped and sat down gasping for air, looking really tired.

I patted her back with sympathy. She looked at me with gratefulness which was quickly replaced by seriousness. Uh –oh! Hera is scheming. The last time that happened I nearly died and the camp was invaded.

"What is on your mind Hera?" I asked dreading the answer.

"Gaia is trying to break free of her slumber. Zeus wants to shut Olympus down. Our children are divided, you need to do something." She said all in a single breath.

Oh no!

After a whole night of scheming, planning, scraping plans and planning from the scratch, we finally reached across a solution, one that sent a chill down my spine and one that would threaten my relationship with Hestia.

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Percy's Palace: Arian's Room

"Lemme sleep dad" he croaked yawning and going back to sleep again.

"Arian Come on! Don't you want to visit Jason and Reyna?" I asked waking my son from his slumber.

"Yes daddy but I know you would leave me in that place." He replied finally waking up resigning on any chances to continue his adventures with Morpheus.

Sometimes fathering a grandchild of Athena becomes too tiresome. Arian is a little too intelligent for his age. Well he caught on the environment of Olympus quickly. The distinct lack of kids in the place was enough for him to know that his stay up here was limited. I could not lie to him, as sending him away was inevitable. For a three year old he faced everything with maturity.

"Yah but don't forget that I will visit you from time to time. And if you will be a good boy I will take you to Grandpa's house for the Saturnalia." I offered trying to make him comfortable.

"Ok but I want to visit the Library of Congress for the next solstice." He pouted.

He most definitely is Annabeth's son. Only someone with some relation with Athena would want to visit the library for the solstice. I would wait till I let him sneak into Athena's private bookshelf. Well only she could call it a bookshelf. She claimed it had the books she liked the most. I swear I haven't even read that many books in my complete lifetime. The bookshelf itself had 723,768,889 books or so she claimed. I would not dare count them.

"Would you like to visit Athena's library son?" I asked thoughtfully.

"No, Grandma doesn't like me." He answered sadly.

I had hoped that Arian would be able to win over Athena's cold, bitter heart. Well some things never change. She still disliked me with passion. Same goes for Arian too.

"What if I kept her out of the place?" I asked innocently.

His eyes shined with mischief "yes, you could keep her busy at the solstice meeting!"

"Deal." I said secretly hoping that Athena would accept Arian before the winter solstice.

"Now would you please come with me to the Camp?" I asked.

"Let's go daddy" he said with determination.

"Did you just forget to kiss me goodbye Arian?" Hestia asked coming out of the fireplace.

And after an hour of tearful goodbyes including some heartfelt hugs and kisses (including one for me), I finally teleported to the Roman Camp.

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Camp Jupiter: Somewhere near the temple hill

Reyna was having one hell of a crappy day at the camp. After all, the Praetors' job was not just sitting an ordering around. Today she had to survive and supervise the cleaning of the Great Roman Baths and the great Roman lavatories.

Suffice to say that the ordeal had left me stinking and wearing a purple toga with Stains of a multitude of colours. After bathing in the baths for a good half an hour she had just gone to the temple hill to complain to her mother when the fauns started a new scandal. A faun had gotten hold of some smack and was asking for 22 carat imperial gold from an addicted Dakota.

And the trouble doubled, when the son of Bacchus started a street fight for that horrid chunk of Opium.

Jason had helped her resolve the fight and award a lifetime ban on alcohol for Dakota which immediately sobered him up. The fauns were exiled for two years as they had smuggled a banned commodity into the Camp Jupiter.

By the end of the verdict Dakota had figured out a 'cool' substitute for alcohol already- his Kool-Aid.

And then Octavian and his cronies started a new fiasco. They claimed that the praetor elections were unfair and biased. He claimed that he had received a 'vision' that the gods wanted a seer to guide the camp. After an hour of election and counting, Jason still won the poll. His position was hard earned. After all he had defeated Krios and toppled the black fortress. Meanwhile Reyna had defended the Camp Jupiter from the monster army. As she only had 20 demigods with me, it was quite a difficult job. And the camp was almost invaded. The day before the battle at Olympus was won by the gods; all the monsters retreated and attacked Olympus. Lupa said there was something the titans wanted, something very precious. She said there was a secret weapon in the camp which could be used to defeat the gods.

She had a strong suspicion that it was not something; it was a 'someone'.

After dealing with the problems created by a defeated and disheartened Octavian, she was walking towards the temple of Bellona. When she reached the base of the temple she saw something strange. The new temple which had grown out of the mists at the end of the titanomachy was glowing an eerie shade of coppery silver in the setting sun. Uh oh! Something must have happened on Olympus! Well it was not a complete surprise! Just ten days ago a decidedly furious Juno had come to the camp and taken Arian away. That brat really was the life of the otherwise monotonous and boring life of the Principia.

Reyna bring Jason to mea soft voice whispered to her.

It left her very confused, where should she bring Jason to. Whose voice was it?

Bring him to the temple hill, to the new temple...

Oh gods! Why did complications always chase her?

Anyways she might as well bring Jason to the hill, or some other god would mess her life further.

She found Jason in the Principia being chased by Aurum and Argentum.

"Jason! You are needed. Someone wants to meet you at the new temple." She said gasping.

"Who?" He asked curiously.

"I don't know. But I think a messenger from Olympus. You better hurry. " she said.

"Do you think it is Juno?" He asked worrying about Arian.

"No" She said.

Without inquiring further they both hurried to the temple hill.

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Camp Jupiter: The New Temple:

I was waiting for Reyna to arrive with Jason. I was very nervous. The plan Hera had cooked up for Jason filled me with anger, guilt and more nervousness. But I could not let the nervousness show, heroes looked up to me and I had to inspire them not depress them.

Arian was sitting in my lap fiddling the pearl locket tied around his neck. He was so innocent, totally unaware what was coming for them in the near future.

He did not like what Hera had suggested but this needed to be done, for the greater good of the gods and people in general.

Just as I was fighting an internal battle between the sense of duty and guilt, Jason and Reyna entered the temple.

Reyna cleared her throat to gain my attention and said kneeling,

"I brought Jason, sir."

"Good. Rise." I said nonchalantly, lost in my own thoughts.

"This got Arian's attention and he jumped off my throne and darted into Reyna's lap hugging her tight, his eyes tearing in perfect resonance with Reyna's. Then he proceeded to give a big hug to Jason, who picked him up and held him.

"Jace! Daddy found me! Aunt Juno took me to him." he told him happily.

I just stared at him while his face alternated between disbelief, anger, shock to anger again.

"So finally you decide to show up! What kind of a father are you? You left your son at the mercy of the titans?" He asked seething with anger.

"I didn't know I had a son alright." I answered back.

"Oh right! Where did he come from? From some other planet?" he mocked.

For once I was left speechless. What should I tell him? I can't tell him the Greek side of the story!

I knew what I had to do to reunite the camps and knew that this question would arise but that did not make me any more comfortable with the whole idea Juno had come up with.

But then again it was better than taking away the memories of Jason and Clarisse and leaving them at the wrong camps, clueless. That was totally wrong.

Well this was wrong too, but it was still much better than what Juno had planned. I mean she wanted to hook up Jason up with a certain daughter of Aphrodite who was destined to be with the fire user son of Hephaestus. Since when had Juno started a matchmaking enterprise?

"Calm down Jason!" I said, extending my hand and caressing his cheek causing soft waves of static shoot into my hand and a slight flush of blood colouring his face. I felt his anger as it seeped out of his body. It was then that he realised that I was a god and he was yelling at me. Well it was totally called for, but it still instilled his eyes with wariness and a hint of fear.

As I was the god of heroes I naturally had an effect on all demigods. He arched his face into my hand as I stroked his cheek, sending waves of soothing energy and complacency through my touch.

When he was calm enough I pulled my hand back and said,

"Leave us Reyna."She left wordlessly.

"Who are you?" Jason asked once she left.

"I am Perseus, god of the fates and heroes." I replied truthfully.

He nodded and bowed in respect. I beckoned him to stand up.

I snapped my fingers and an obsidian chair appeared out of nowhere in the throne room.

"Sit." I said. He obeyed wordlessly.

"When I am through with you today he will be your son too. Sort of." I added.

"WHAT!" He yelped, his eyes as wide as a saucer.

"Get your head out of the gutter! I will not touch you. Not unless you want me to." I replied.

He blushed a little at that. Well Aphrodite had assured Hera that Jason was bound to fall for me, even without her interference. I already loved Hestia but I didn't want to break Jason's heart. Add to it the fact that it will save the two camps...

"So what do you know about the civil war?" I asked casually to start the relevant conversation.

A/N: From now on I would write in British English, as I was taught the same since infancy and I am more comfortable with it. Sorry to all the readers in the states. Kindly review. Reviews are like food to the plot bunny. If you would like to see the story take a specific turn kindly write to me in a PM. I may consider some things. I have started a new community for fresh PJO stories. So check it out and subscribe if you like it. Any suggestions for the story are welcome but should be compliant with the charter.

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Preview for next chapter

I took the dagger from her and slashed it across his palm. He winced as red drops of blood trickled down his hand and entered the cup. I took his hand and caressed it. The gash disappeared as soon as I touched him. Clotho was chanting all the time in old tongue while Atropos smeared the thread with his blood.

Lachesis handed over the dagger to him.

The blond boy took the dagger and seconds later golden ichor flowed into the cup mixing with the red, making the cup steam.

Instead of taking my hand, he kissed my palm before quickly smashing his lips to mine.