Summary: The bond between fathers and sons is sacred. It is cherished to most people. But to some, the bond is strained, almost forced. The gods have this issue with their children, mainly the Big Three. Will Hera fix that in the most unpredictable plan she's had yet?

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3rd Person Omniscient

Chapter 1: The Fight

The leaden sky bore down on Percy like he was doing Atlas' job again. The breeze rustled his hair as it brought the smell of the ocean to his nose. He smirked at the familiar smell. He couldn't help but wonder if it was Posiedon trying to make him feel better; although he knew that was unlikely. Percy sat on the dock with his legs bent in front of him, his hands dangling between his knees. He was just outside his cabin at Camp Half-Blood. Looking up at the sky, deep in thought, Percy sighed. This day just couldn't get more dreary.

Percy stared at the river. He counted the fish that swam by in his head, noticing the decrease in population. He'd have to tell everyone to stop fishing for awhile. A piece of driftwood floated by and Percy was actually bored enough to watch that too.

He hated these days. The days where everyone was off doing their own thing, leaving Percy by himself. Grover was with Juniper, Zeus-knows-where, in the woods. Annabeth shooed him away so she could continue reading her book. She never actually said 'go away', but it was implied:

"Hey, Annabeth, what's up?"

"Reading." She said, never taking her eyes off the book.

"Um, do you wanna do something?" Percy tried.

"Read."

"Do you want me to leave you alone?"

"If you want to." She replied, still never looking up.

"Okay, then."

And that's pretty much how the conversation went. Percy would never understand how Annabeth got so absorbed into books like that, let alone have the patience and be able to sit still long enough to read them. He barely had enough patience to count to ten!

Percy had tried hanging out with Frank and Hazel too, but he ended up being a third wheel pretty quickly. Leo was in Bunker Nine, and he just went ahead and assumed Jason and Piper were together, probably in New Rome.

Groaning quite loudly and obnoxiously, Percy threw himself on his back with his arms crossed behind his head onto the dock. Why did everyone have something to do but him? It was days like this he wished he could get a job doing something for his dad. At least then he would be busy.

"Hey, Percy."

"AHHHHHHHHH!" Percy screamed, jumping into the air from the unexpected noise. He had gone to grab for Riptide, but lost balance from his awkward footing, actually tripping over himself and falling off the dock. It isn't easy to go from lying down to standing on two feet in one jump.

At least, that was Percy's excuse in his head.

Underwater, he was able to clear his mind of the scare and once he did, he immediately blushed from embarrassment. Whoever had scared him was probably on the dock now laughing it up. Swallowing hard, Percy swam toward the surface. He saw an ebony-haired boy wearing a black Imagine Dragons t-shirt, black jeans, and black Converse. The boy was unnaturally pallid and looked way too thin. It didn't take much to know who this boy was. There was only one kid that could come from nowhere like that.

"Nico! How the heck do you always manage to sneak up on me like that?" Percy asked, treading water. He was trying to cover up his show, but it wasn't working, clearly. Nico was smiling like a fool. He was trying to hide it though, if only for Percy's sake.

"Skill. Practice. Your choice." Nico replied, rubbing the back of his head as if he was being humble. Nothing made him smile more than a flustered Percy. He put his hands in the pockets of his jeans, and turned his gaze to look out over the river.

Climbing back onto the dock, Percy sat with his legs in front of him and his arms supporting him from behind. He didn't want to admit it, but Percy was really glad the son of Hades was there. Now he had someone to talk to. The only problem was that Nico wasn't the biggest social butterfly and probably didn't want to chat. Percy tried to think of a way to get Nico to stay a bit and talk with him.

"Why don't you sit with me for awhile?" Percy tried not to plead. He flipped his hair out of his face and tried to get his cheeks back to their normal color. How could he have embarrassed himself that badly? He knew he was lucky though. Nico wouldn't go around telling everyone who'd listen to the story. That made talking to Nico pretty easy for Percy, even if Nico didn't really talk back. At this point, even someone who didn't like to talk much would be great company.

Percy could've sworn he saw Nico blush, but he ignored it when he heard his answer, "No, I was actually trying to find Haz-"

Fear of being left alone again, Percy interrupted Nico, "Just for a little while. Only until Annabeth finally realizes that reading is boring. C'mon..." Percy used his best pouty-face and even interlocked his fingers so they looked like one giant fist in front of him. It always worked on Annabeth...well...mostly.

Nico sighed, "Fine." Nico knew he'd regret his decision. He hadn't meant to have an extended conversation with Percy. He had said hi so he could ask him if he'd seen Hazel. She was with Frank somewhere and Nico thought that if anyone had seen her, it would've been Percy.

Now, Nico was stuck. If he didn't stay with the obviously attention-starved son of Poseidon, he'd just be cruel.

Accepting his fate, he sat cross-legged next to Percy, imitating his posture. Nico knew Percy hated being alone. Nico didn't mind it. The only irony here was that he didn't really want to be alone with Percy. What would they even talk about?

Nico looked out over the river, hoping it would inspire some kind of conversation between the two. He was only answered with ripples in the water and mirror images of the overcast sky above them. The dark hue of the sky made the river seem darker as well. Nico wondered if it was some sort of sign that maybe Zeus and Poseidon weren't in the best of moods at the moment.

"So," Percy said, trying to start a conversation and successfully interrupting Nico's thoughts. What could Percy say to force Nico to say more than three syllables, though? He decided to talk about something he'd been through himself, knowing it would encourage some sort of conversation, "I never really got a chance to ask you how you were doing. You know, after traveling through Tartarus by yourself and being kidnapped and then stuck in a jar and tortured and- I'm going to shut up now." Percy said when he noticed Nico's death glare.

Nico knew Percy didn't mean anything by it, but naming off all those things made Nico seem weak. It's not his fault he couldn't fight off Gaea's entire army and prevent being kidnapped! He had been trying to help find the Doors of Death!

Clenching his fists, Nico sighed. Percy could be really stupid about what he said sometimes. It was no wonder why Annabeth calls him seaweed brain. But there were multiple reasons for that...

"Uh...sorry. If you want to talk about it though..." Percy tried to cover for himself. He hoped he didn't make Nico mad. The last thing he needed was the son of Hades upset with him...again...

Nico sighed next to him, "You don't have to apologize. But no, I'm not going to 'talk' about it." Nico said with more venom in his voice than he meant. He shifted his body so that he was now just sitting cross-legged. He wondered if Percy even really knew him. If he did, he wouldn't have asked him to talk about his feelings. He would've known what the answer would've been.

"'Sup, guys?!" A voice was heard from behind. Both Percy and Nico jumped, but Percy found himself in the water again. Looking to his left, Nico saw Jason in all his blond Superman glory, looking proud. Had he really just pushed Percy in? That's hilarious.

Smiling, Nico silently thanked whatever god that sent him someone to keep the conversation going without it getting awkward again, even if Jason probably just pissed Percy off.

Jason smiled when he saw his cousin in the water.

Breaking the surface, Percy threw his arms up in exasperation, "That's it! I give up! I guess this whole camp can just sneak up on me whenever they feel like it." Percy complained as he pulled himself onto the dock, completely dry, for the second time.

"Two people hardly counts for the entire camp," Nico replied. "but it does mean you need to be on your guard a little better."

"Whatever. I saw you jump, death boy."

"Was that before or after you fell off the dock again?"

Percy's comeback caught in his throat when he heard Jason laugh behind them. He came over and sat down between Nico and Percy. Nico didn't know whether to be angry or grateful. Jason knew Nico's secret. Whether he was trying to help him or not, Nico couldn't figure it out.

"Nept-...Poseidon really should put railings here..." Jason added dangerously. Nico smiled as Percy glared. Jason took it in stride, "if only for your safety, Percy." Jason finished with a cocky grin on his face. He loved patronizing Percy. It was almost too easy.

Percy manipulated the water in the river so that it was currently swirling around him, threatening Jason to continue his mockery. Percy just wasn't in the mood for it right now.

"What was that, Grace?"

Jason's cocky smirk grew as he summoned lightning to bounce up and down his body as if he was made of rubber. If Percy wanted to play, Jason could play with him.

Nico got up and backed off. He didn't want to be in the middle of a 'let's-see-who-has-more-power' show. Then again, why not throw his two cents into the ring? Why is Zeus and Poseidon always getting all the fame? Hades is just as powerful, if not more so than the other two gods. How could someone beat summoning the dead? You can't. He was sick of hiding how powerful he really was.

Nico smiled as he spread his arms out and raised his hands palms up toward the sky. Black mist spewed from Nico's hands. The Earth shook as the ground beneath his feet cracked and split. Skeletons rose like cliché zombies from the broken earth. Nico's gut tightened as the last one finally surfaced.

During all this, Percy and Jason stared at Nico and his hidden power. They knew he was powerful, but they didn't know he was strong like this. Nico had always been quiet; never getting involved in Percy's and Jason's power battles. Why now?

The confusion didn't last long as Percy took the chance to soak Jason and Nico to the bone. He wouldn't hurt them, of course, but hey, the boys needed a bath. Percy frowned when he realized he didn't have any soap.

Jason shook the water off his face, making sure to keep the lightning in check. He didn't want to lose control and hurt Percy or Nico. There was, however, nothing wrong with a shock to their systems. Or a reminder of who the king of the gods was, and why.

It didn't take much for Nico to shadow travel out of the way of the water. He had watched Percy enough to know when he was about to strike, and when to get out of the way. Once reaching his destination behind the older boys, Nico let the black mist fall between the three, blinding the other two demigods.

Smiling to himself, Nico knew he just gained a huge one-up on his cousins. About to strike, Nico was frozen by a booming voice that sounded like boulders falling down a mountain. It was deep and very, very angry.

"Hey! What in Hades do you three think you're doing?" Dionysus appeared from seemingly nowhere. Nico panicked and prepared to shadow travel the hell out of there. He did not want to get in trouble. "If you're going to fight, you should've invited me first! I've been waiting a long time to see a fight between you three. It'll be just as good as watching the Big Three fight themselves!" Dionysus summoned a lawn chair and a diet Coke.

"Continue," he said once he was settled down and his Coke was opened. "once I explain the rules, of course. Because you are all three underage, sorta," he said, sending a quick glance Nico's way, who returned it with a glare, "you aren't allowed to use your powers. If you're gonna fight, you gotta do it schoolboy style." Dionysus muttered disappointingly. It was clear he wanted the boys to give it their all, but he didn't want to hear from Chiron about how 'irresponsible' he was.

The three cousins looked at each other. This just became a lot less fun. Well, for everyone but Percy. Whoever said schoolboys didn't use weapons? Pulling out Riptide in one quick gesture, he sliced the air beside Jason. Responding quickly, Jason pulled out Gladius, his gift from Juno, and Nico pulled out his blade. Dionysus only took a sip of his drink that he secretly spiked as he smiled.

Jason stabbed the air near Percy's head, actually chopping off a bit of hair. Dumbfounded by the contact, Percy stumbled before regaining his composure. Realizing what happened, he glowered at Jason, threatening him with every part of his being. Was Jason actually trying to hurt him? Well, two could play that game.

"Time for you to have another scar on your face, Grace." Percy said, ready to counter whatever Jason threw at him. Nico, holding Abbadon in a defensive stance, watched the interaction between Jason and Percy. He was confused.

'Were...were they actually mad?' He thought, wondering what had changed. This wasn't supposed to be an actual fight. It was a play fight, right?

Meanwhile, Jason surprised himself with coming so close to Percy's head. He hadn't meant it. He tried to apologize, but wasn't able too. He lost any regret he might have had when Percy threatened and lunged at him in return. It was totally uncalled for.

Percy charged Jason, Riptide ready to do what it does: Kill monsters. Jason blocked Percy's strike and tried to counter it with one of his own, but failed miserably. Percy was a hardened fighter. He knew what he was doing, as did Jason.

Jason had had enough dancing with Percy. Once Jackson spread his legs apart to try to lunge at him again, Jason took the opportunity to quickly move to the right of Percy's attack and use his spear to trip Percy.

Percy fell hard to the ground, surprise and the feeling- or lack of- air in his chest keeping him there. His arms were spread wide as if he was about to make a snow-angel. Riptide lied to his right, just out of reach.

Jason put his sword to Percy's chest, knowing now that he would have been the one to win the fight when Gaea had controlled them. Percy glared at him, too stubborn to admit he had nothing to defend himself with. Well, at least without using his powers.

Jason had forgotten all about Nico, who was not going to let Percy face this shame. Nico quickly ran forward and grabbed one of Jason's arms, effectively pulling him back enough so that he was no longer standing over Percy. Nico used the momentum to his advantage and was quick enough to have Jason fall right into his open arm. He used his right arm to wrap it around Jason's arms and chest so he couldn't move, and used his left to hold his stygian blade to Jason's throat.

Jason had dropped his spear in his shock of the sudden attack from behind. He hadn't realized what was happening until the son of Hades had him in a very bad position. Well, shit.

Percy got up from the ground, quickly grabbing Riptide. He stared at Nico, wondering why the younger boy had helped him, but wrote it off. He guessed he had seniority over Jason. At least...Nico had known Percy longer.

Jason didn't like where this was going. Thinking quickly, he elbowed Nico in the gut. He picked up his sword from the dirt, reeling around so that the three boys now stood in a triangle, their weapons ready. They eyeballed one another, daring each one to make the first move. Of course, none of them did. It was a stalemate.

About a yard away, Mr. D cleared his throat, quite obnoxiously, and said, "Well, this just got boring." His eyes flitted around for a second, as if he was looking for something, before disappearing. He left a sweet smelling grape aroma in his haste.

With the smell of grapes filling their senses, Percy, Jason, and Nico were looking from where Mr. D used to be and back to one another. Why had he left so suddenly?

Percy shook his head of the confusion. Now was his chance. Moving quickly so he didn't have a chance to stop him, Percy ran the five feet to Jason and kicked him in the gut. That would knock the breath out of him and give Percy some time to think about what to do next. He hadn't considered, however, that Jason was expecting something like this and would recover as quickly as he did.

From his kneeled position on the ground, Jason somersaulted through Percy's legs and stood up behind him. With Gladius, Jason used the butt of his sword to hit Percy in the back, effectively knocking him back to the ground.

Jason smiled, about to leap onto Percy, when Nico stopped him. It wasn't a threatening stop though. Nico simply grabbed his arm and spun him around to look in the direction he was pointing. What Nico was pointing at, however, was not something he wanted to see. Jason froze in his place, fear filling every one of his nerves. He dropped his sword to the ground, his hands shaking too much to hold on to it.

Nico let go of him and got Percy off the ground. Percy rubbed whatever part of his back that he could reach. His back was sore from Jason's hit, and he was trying to look cool about it, but he ended up looking like he was hugging himself.

Nico shook his head, hoping Percy would stop. He was relieved when he did. Percy gave Nico a confused look, and Nico spun him around the same way he did Jason. Percy, too, froze. He couldn't breathe and it felt like he made a mistake, although he didn't know what the mistake was yet.

Nico stood beside Percy, watching the two boys' reactions to what was in front of them. There was a reason Nico had stopped fighting after Jason had elbowed him in the stomach. He saw them before anyone else.

Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon stood before them in all their godly glory. Each one of them had a distinct, stern look on his face. Their eyebrows were furrowed and their mouths were set in a tight, disapproving frown. Their fists were clenched as if they were wondering whether or not to blast the boys.

Seeing their fathers so upset, Nico, Jason, and Percy all internally cringed. They didn't show it on the outside, but they were cowering under the hard glares from their all-powerful fathers.

It was a heavily silent staredown between the gods and their sons. No one said a word. The gods didn't know what to say about their sons' childish behavior, and the boys didn't dare speak.

The silence, however, was saying everything to the boys. Even without words, the gods were getting their message across. The silence was overwhelming, in a way. The demigods were almost praying (they weren't, though, because the gods they would be praying to were right in front of them) that the gods would say something.

Finally, Poseidon sighed. He didn't want to be the one to start this, but it was clear he'd have to.

"Perseus, I'm very disappointed in you." Were his only words. Percy, at hearing his full name and those words come from his father's mouth, looked at the ground. He studied the rocks and twigs, wondering what their story was and how they had ended up in that exact spot.

'Oh, damn it ADHD. You got me again.' Percy thought when he realized what he was doing. He looked back up at his father only to see the rigid look on his face. Percy bent his head in shame once again. He didn't understand what the big deal was. They were only sparring. Did that really instigate a visit from there dads?

"Perseus, you will look at me when I am speaking to you." Poseidon said, and Percy reluctantly looked back up at his father. He focused on Poseidon's forehead instead of his eyes. He didn't want to see his father's eyes and the glare they were probably sending him. "Percy, I understand you probably don't know why we're here,"

"I could tell them why we're here..." Hades muttered beside Poseidon, interrupting him.

Poseidon looked to his right and sighed exasperatedly, "Silence, brother. You will get your turn to speak." Ignoring Hades' glare, Poseidon turned his attention back to his son, "We're here because you three acted as fools. Zeus, Hades, and I are attempting to stop our juvenile arguments. It does no good to anyone. But then our own children begin to fight one another, and it makes it look as if we, indirectly, taught you that." Poseidon spoke calmly through his monologue. It definitely calmed Percy's nerves to know his dad wasn't too upset, he just wanted to explain the situation and ask him to stop. Yeah, Percy could definitely do that. But that didn't explain one thing.

"How did you know we were fighting?" Percy asked. It seemed, out of the three demigods, he was the only one brave enough to speak. Of course, he understood why Nico and Jason weren't talking. Zeus and Hades probably didn't have the best patience.

Poseidon opened his mouth to answer, but Hades beat him to the punch.

"Your lovely camp councilor was filming the whole thing. He was broadcasting it live on Hephaestus' channel for all of Olympus to see." Hades said, venom in his words. Percy couldn't tell who he was mad at, whether it was Dionysus for filming, Nico for fighting, or Hephaestus for having the channel at all. All he knew was that he felt horrible for Nico. He must be terrified.

"Oh." Percy replied to his uncle. He didn't know how to reply to that. He did know that he was pissed at Dionysus. He had to give him credit, however. The god was definitely crafty. Percy never noticed a video camera or anything from the drunk.

"Nico, what do you have to say for yourself? It isn't like you to pull this kind of stunt, although I suppose with your recent behavior, I should expect no more from you." Hades said to Nico. Nico visibly shook. Percy wanted to put a hand on his shoulder or something, but knew that probably wasn't what he should do right now. No, Nico would have to face his father alone. Percy could only hope the poor boy was used to that by now.

Nico was calculating his next sentence carefully. He knew one false word would be used against him. Nico's thoughts drifted from there, though. He hated how he couldn't talk to his father without thinking deeply about it first. He wished he could just speak without fear of his words being thrown back in his face; like the way Percy does with Poseidon. Nico sighed. Percy didn't understand how lucky he had it.

"Nico!" Hades shouted, pulling Nico out of his thoughts and back into reality. Nico looked at the ground and put his hands in his pockets so Hades wouldn't see him clench his fists.

"No. I don't have anything to say." Nico replied, making sure to keep his voice steady and even. He was fighting back angry tears. The truth was, he had a lot to say. So much to say, in fact, that his unsaid words were practically choking him. And he hated it. He was frustrated and angry with his father. He just wanted to go back to his cabin and let his frustrated tears out, because he knew there was nothing he could do about it. But he'd have to hold it in until later.

Hades sighed, knowing his son was just not talking to him again. Hades had no idea why Nico refused to tell him anything. It's not like he had told Nico not to come to him for anything. And Hades had tried to create a bond with the boy. He had even shown him Camp Jupiter and allowed Nico to be his second-in-command! Hell, he'd even given the boy his sword! Why Nico wouldn't talk to him, unless necessary, Hades may never know.

Zeus cleared his throat. What he was going to say to Jason was pretty much already used by his brothers. Instead, Zeus decided that scaring Jason into never doing something so foolish again would be better than words. It's like the mortals say: actions speak louder than words, right?

Summoning thunder to roar, Zeus threw a lightning bolt so close to Jason's side that Jason felt his hair stand up and his heart race. Jason watched as Zeus slowly walked up to him. Zeus kept his hands behind his back. When he got to Jason, he bent down so he could whisper in his ear.

"If you ever dare do something like this and embarrass me again, boy, I promise you I will not miss next time."

Jason shuddered at Zeus' words. Yes, his father had sent a lightning strike at him before, and Jason had been perfectly fine. But his father hadn't been trying to hurt him. He had been helping him save Piper and Leo from the giant. If Zeus intended to hurt him...Jason was to scared to think any more about it.

Zeus, seeing he got the desired reaction from Jason, joined his brothers once again, standing on Poseidon's left side. Zeus was peeved that he had to take care of this boy like this. It's not even like Jason was his son! Jason was Jupiter's son, which meant he was Jupiter's problem! But yet, Poseidon had dragged him along as well when he had decided to stop the boys. Poseidon had told him that, 'Jason is still his son, whether he's Greek or Roman, and he must honor that.'

Zeus rolled his eyes at his brother's stupidity.

"We're going back to Olympus. We expect that this fight is over, right?" Poseidon declared. He wasn't really asking the boys, he was demanding they say yes. Which, obviously, they all did. Well, they nodded, and Poseidon knew that that was just as good. He knew he could trust Percy to stop without his word.

On the other hand, Hades looked at Nico, waiting for his verbal word. He would not accept a head nod. That was not appropriate or respectful in any way.

Zeus waited for Jason to respond as well. He, too, would not accept a gesture that showed as much attitude as a head nod, especially when it looked as pathetic as it did. Jason didn't even look up to nod. He had stared at the ground. It was as if he was complying with Gaea herself.

Zeus marched over to Jason and grabbed his upper arm at the same time Hades grabbed Nico's. Both boys tried to pull out of their fathers' grasps, but failed miserably.

Nico's heart raced as he thought of all the things Hades could do to him at the moment. He wondered what exactly he did wrong, but then got angry at the answer his mind gave him.

Everything.

In Hades' mind, Nico probably didn't do anything right. That made him mad, and for the second time, his eyes filled with frustrated tears. Why was his father so hateful toward him? Couldn't he see that he was trying?

It didn't take much for Jason to figure out what Zeus wanted. As soon as the king of the gods grabbed him, Jason began apologizing out of pure fear.

"Don't apologize, boy, just speak. Don't give gestures to us. It's very disrespectful." Zeus told Jason. He said it much more harshly than he had meant, but he got his point across because Jason immediately apologized once again, then apologized for apologizing, then, once he gave up on that, he took a deep breath and just said yes. Zeus nodded, since he had the right to, but didn't let Jason go. He wanted to strike the fear of the gods in the boy just a bit more.

"Say yes, Nico." Hades growled to Nico after Zeus was done, daring Nico to disobey. Nico wanted to smile at what he thought to do next. He knew he'd get his ass whopped, but he had to do something to make Hades as angry as Nico was. It's not even like what he was about to do was horribly bad, it was just a smartass thing to do and Hades would see it as 'disrespectful'. Sighing at his own expense, Nico smiled and said,"Yes, Nico."

Hades' black eyes flashed red. The expression on his face was unreadable, but Nico knew that meant he was both shocked and angry at the same time. That couldn't be a good combination.

Hades blinked his eyes a few times, then his expression distorted into one of absolute anger. Not only had the boy disrespected him, but he had been smiling when he did it, which means he knew what he was doing! In one swift movement, with his eyebrows furrowed and an angry frown plastered to his face, Hades flipped Nico over his head and had him on his back on the ground, gasping for the air that was knocked out of him.

Nico lied on the ground, gasping from surprise and pain. Yes, he knew Hades would get mad, but not that mad. What a huge overreaction! Hades was now on top of him, holding Nico's own sword against his throat. Nico gulped. Hades wouldn't kill him...would he?

Percy watched in horror as the god of the Underworld threatened his own son's life. Percy wanted to help, but knew better than to charge at the god.

Jason was in the same boat as Percy. He felt horrible for Nico. After learning his darkest secret, Nico had opened up to Jason a little more. What choice had he had? Jason already knew the worst secret Nico had. Jason had learned that Nico envied the relationship Percy had with Poseidon, and wished he had the same with his father. Seeing the scene in front of him, Jason wondered if Nico would ever get what he wanted.

Hades cut Nico's throat enough to let blood trickle out. Nico actually found himself crying. He just didn't know what it was from. Pain? Fear? Anger? Who knew? What he did know was that he was clenching his fists, daring Hades in his own way to do it. To kill his son.

"That's enough, Hades!" A female voice cried out. Everyone turned toward the direction of the disembodied voice. It didn't take long for everyone, gods and demigods alike, to sigh in exasperation.

Hera.

"Get off that defenseless child immediately!" Hera ordered, dragging Hades off Nico and prying Nico's sword from Hades' hands. She, however, didn't give it back to Nico. She deemed that dangerous, as well. "You are all acting ridiculous! This family is completely broken! None of you care for each other in any way!"

Hera stopped shouting and took a deep breath. Once she was calmed down, she looked at all the gods and demigods. Each one of them was stunned into silence. Good. She didn't want them to speak, anyway.

"I have a plan-" she began, but was quickly interrupted by Poseidon's son.

"Hera, no! Seriously? C'mon! I've had enough of your plans! Can't I just live my life?!" Percy exclaimed, his arms waving through the air to exaggerate his predicament. Hera rolled her eyes. The boy acts as if she has ruined his life. She hasn't done anything bad to him.

"As I was saying," Hera started again, "I have a plan to bring you six together. Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon, I'm going to force you to care about your sons if it's the last thing I do. I know they want you to. As goddess of family, I will bond you six or I will die trying!"

Hera shouted toward the end, dramatically lifting her arms over her head as if she was going to throw something at them. She disappeared in a bright flash of light, making sure to blind the six before she left. Once she was gone, everyone looked at one another before each of them blacked out, leaving themselves at Hera's mercy.

A/N: Hi guys! No, I'm not dead, I just got writer's block...for a year...yikes. So, to clear it, I made this! Sooooo...please please please review! I love reviews and favorites and follows and all that. They make my day! Let me know if I should continue this. I never come across stories in his fandom about the dads bonding with their sons, so I decided to make a story of it of my own. And poor Percy. He has to deal with Hera again. *sigh*. That is total bad news bears. Oh well. Please review!