Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson or any characters inside the story. Just this idea.

Meet the Family

Paul Blofis stared at the invitation to the Hotch family reunion "extravaganza" in slight dread. He had come home from work to the Jackson's house only to find the invitation lying to the kitchen table. It had been addressed to John Hotch (his old name before he changed it and moved to Michigan, and then repeated the process when he moved to New York after he received a similar letter,) so Paul had opened it cautiously. Inside was a small card in a bizarre mirage of colors swirled together that looked like his color-blind Aunt Heldrag had gone down to the nearest art store and picked up all the colors whose names she couldn't read because of the bad eyesight she never bothered getting checked. Moreover, whoever wrote the invitation never bothered to use spell-check either. Paul felt like slamming his head onto the table at least ten times, and returning the invitation after correcting the card with his special editing pen.

Basically, the card said:

YOU ARE INVITED TO THE 24TH ANNUAL HOTCH FAMILY REUNION:

WHEN: June 12- June 16

WHERE: Seaside Resort, Boracay, Philippines

Extra: Expect tropical fun, foreigners, bargaining, and Uncle Jimmy's next prized possession show-off. Bring your own money, and convert it yourself. Everyone should arrive around 1 and no one's allowed to have jet lag. See you then, especially "Paul Blofis."

Or, at least, that's what it should've said. Either way, Paul was already thinking about where Sally kept the matches so that he could burn the card and never think about it again, maybe he could even convince the Jackson's to move. Sadly, Paul wasn't so fortunate as to get out of it as Sally had walked into the room while Paul had been too wrapped up in his thoughts about the card (which he had put back in the envelope) to notice her presence.

"What's that you're holding?" Sally asked.

Paul jumped and turned around to face his wife, a look of horror present on his face. Sally was staring at Paul with an innocent look on her face, wondering why her husband was so jumpy.

"It-it-it-it's n-nothing Sally. Just a letter that they must've sent to the wrong address, I'll handle it," Paul said nervously, trying to work up a smile and failing miserably.

Sally gave Paul her "don't-lie-to-me" look. "Honey, the Postal Service hardly ever messes up around here. Maybe it's one of the neighbor's we'll just go give it to them," Sally said.

Paul looked reluctant, but handed the letter over to his wife. He could always find some way to get out of the situation, right?

"Hm, It's the correct address for our mailbox, but whose John Hotch? Also, why is it open?" Sally asked.

Paul tried to smile again. "We'll just put it into a new envelope and send it back to the original senders. We'll just have to inform them that they have the wrong address, okay?" Paul suggested.

Sally gave the English teacher a doubtful look, but nodded. She walked over to one of the rooms and came back with some stamps, a pen, and a new envelope. Carefully, she copied down the return address and took out the surprisingly colorful card to place into the new envelope. Paul let out a mental sigh of relief as Sally started to put the card inside the newly addressed letter, before he felt himself curse the Fates because Sally suddenly stopped. The woman's eyes zeroed in on one section of the card before reading the whole thing.

"Paul, why is your name specifically on the card?" Sally asked.

"What?" Paul said, feinting confusion.

The teacher walked over to the left side of his wife and read the spot where Sally had pointed, at the end of the "Extra" portion of the invite.

"That's weird," Paul said, still trying to sound innocent and confused.

Sally Jackson wasn't fooled, though. She knew when someone was lying, and could immediately tell that Paul wasn't being completely honest with her. "Paul, how do you know them?" Sally asked in an accusatory tone.

Paul Blofis looked down and sighed, "I guess it's about time I tell you."

"Tell me what?" Sally asked.

"Well, um, you see, Paul Blofis isn't exactly my birth-given name, per se."

"And what would your real name be, then?"

"…John Hotch…"

Sally gave her husband an incredulous look. "John Hotch?" She asked.

Paul looked sheepish. "Yes."

"So why do you go by Paul Blofis?"

"My family isn't exactly…the most sane or normal. Truthfully, I ran to Florida when I was 18 and moved around constantly before I changed my name and settled in Michigan when I was 25. When my family finally found me again, I freaked out and left to New York where I changed my name to Paul Blofis," Paul admitted.

"Your family can't be that bad, honey," Sally tried to reason.

Paul just snorted. "Percy's other side of the family tree is better than my own. Trust me."

"What are you going to do now that they found you again?" Sally asked.

"I don't know. I'm really happy here, I guess I can just try ignoring them again," Paul said.

Sally frowned. "I think you should go to the reunion," She said.

"WHAT?" Paul shouted.

"I think you should go," Sally said once more.

"Why?"

"Because this could be good for you. Besides, you should never give up on family, even if family gives up on you."

"What about Percy and you?" Paul asked, mostly concerned, but just a slightest bit desperate to get out of his situation.

"…We could try and come with to support you?" Sally suggested.

"You guys would go all the way to the Philippines for a family reunion that doesn't even need to concern you?" Paul asked doubtfully.

"Of course," Sally said, "I'm sure Poseidon would love to help us get there without taking a plane."

"Are you sure about this, Sally?" Paul asked.

Sally nodded. "I'm interested to meet the rest of you," she said.

-Line Break-

When June 12 rolled around, Paul was starting to tear his hair out from stress. He had already packed up everything for the trip, and so did the rest of the family, but Paul was nervous. This would be his first time seeing his family in more than 20 years. The poor teacher had been pacing up and down the hallway for a full hour, after he had woken up. Percy Jackson sat at the dinner table, watching his stepfather with a semi-amused semi-worried look on his face.

"It's going to be fine," Percy tried to assure.

Paul snorted. "The day anything that happens in that family goes fine is the day a giant pig comes and destroys Manhattan."

Percy adopted a thoughtful look from the statement. "Do sow's count?" He asked.

"What?" Paul asked, briefly stopping his pacing to stare at his stepson.

"Would a flying sow count?" Percy asked.

"I guess, why?" Paul asked.

"Well then, it's your lucky day. During the Battle for Manhattan a flying sow came and started to destroy the city," Percy said.

Paul continued to stare questionably at his stepson before he decided to just let it go and accept the answer. "Fine, it could happen. It doesn't mean that it will actually happen at the reunion."

Percy rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything more and instead chose to start fiddling with the pen he always kept in his pocket.

Paul continued on with his pacing until there was a bright flash of light in the living room where Sally Jackson sat. Out came Poseidon, God of the Seas.

"You needed help?" The sea god asked.

With that, the family piled around the sea god before there was a flash of light, and the smell of the ocean breeze and suddenly they were in an alley by a strip of beach with hotels, stores, and tour guides, and vacationers lined the entire front half.

"Welcome to the Philippines," Poseidon announced, a bright sparkle in his eyes.

A/N: So last year, I went to the Philippines for a family reunion (I'm Half-Filipino) so I'm kind of basing this off of that since I don't think they'd go river-rafting in Cagayan De Oro. This is more of a prologue than an actual chapter anyway, so tell me what you think so I can decide whether to continue or not. BYE! (p.s not a lot of editing)