Oh my god. Oh my god, this is the last chapter. Argh. I can't believe it. This is the first story I've ever published and actually completed, and the response has been overwhelming. I'll be publishing something again, believe me. Maybe not the sequel, maybe not even Percy Jackson. But something.

I'm not going to go on...I'll save all my thank you's and such until the A/N I'll publish tomorrow maybe. I'm going to London for the first time in my life and I don't know when I'll be back, so I may not have it done. Anyway, that will come soon. I'll rant and rave and ramble then.

I hope that you enjoy this final chapter. I did my best with the ending and it's shorter than usual. I hope I did it justice, and I'd love to know how you all feel about the story as a whole. As I said - questions are welcome. You're all weird for supporting this story, which started off as a hobby, and I can't express how grateful I am.

So, thanks. Here's the final chapter of Change For The Both Of Us (a sucky name, may I say).

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOW OWN PERCY JACKSON

As it turns out, Zeus is already on his way to our house. Apparently Hermes hacked into our damn landline and set it to alert him if we dialled 911. So when we called my uncle he was already pulling up outside our house.

"You idiot," he snarls, slapping his little brother across the back of his head. "Why didn't you call sooner?"

"Nice to see you too, brother," Poseidon mutters, rubbing the back of his head. I roll my eyes at the whole older-sibling habits. I used to wonder what it would be like to have an older brother or sister, until I met my cousins and I found out what it was like. Apparently, everyone acts the same no matter what age.

We're about to call Hades too, but Zeus texted him on his way here. He too slaps Poseidon and then starts asking what happened here. My uncle's priorities are odd.

"Dad, can I go call Annabeth and Athena?" I ask, slipping into the middle of their conversation. My panic attack has worn down, leaving me just slightly breathless and more than tired. "I think they'd want to know about this,"

"Sure," Poseidon says, nodding as he hands me his cell-phone. It had been in his back pocket during the entire incident, however he was obviously a bit too preoccupied to use it. I notice his eyes glance precariously down towards my stomach, shining with worry, and I do my best to give him a reassuring look.

I head into the hallway, where there are less people, and call Athena's number. She answers with a displeased grunt. I ask for Annabeth and she swiftly passes her on once she realises that I'm not my dad.

"What's up?" Annabeth asks.

"Okay...so don't panic," I say, fiddling with my fingernails nervously and bouncing my leg. "But, uh, Kronos was just here,"

She hangs up without a word. Cursing, I slip out of the hall and sit myself on the front step. I try to ignore the paranoia in the back of my mind and focus on Poseidon's voice just a few feet away in the living room. Three minutes later, Athena's car pulls up in our driveway. Annabeth barrels towards me, jumping out of the car before it's even stopped, and engulfs me in a hug, her arms squeezing the air out of me.

"Annabeth," I choke, both hugging her back and trying to loosen her grip on me. Her hands accidentally brush the back of my head where I bashed it and I withdraw quickly. "Ouch! Whoa, careful,"

"What happened?" Athena asks once Annabeth finally releases me. I notice her breaths coming in short gasps, just like mine had earlier. Without commenting, I grab her hand and squeeze it. She squeezes back painfully, as though making sure I'm real and not an illusion.

"He was here," I say to Athena, who narrows her eyes at Annabeth's hand in mine. "Kronos. He was waiting for me and dad in the living room, with a knife. It's alright, though. He's on his way to a jail cell as we speak,"

"For real?" Annabeth questions, apparently calming down at my words.

I grin, nodding. "For real. He's gone," For now.

We head back inside the house, where Hades and Zeus have teamed up to berate my dad on the usefulness of phones. I make sure not to release Annabeth's hand, since she still seems panicky. Poseidon and I give a quick run-down of what happened – how I made the first move and knocked the knife from Kronos's hand, how he cut my stomach and nearly my neck and finally how Poseidon had knocked him out – and Annabeth slaps me, being the great friend she is.

"You idiot, why didn't you just run?!" she exclaims, looking more worried and scared than angry at me.

"I wasn't going to leave my dad," I explain, wincing at the pain now running through my shoulder as we enter the kitchen (the adults need their caffeine). Poseidon shoots me a smile when he hears me and motions me over. Annabeth and I both sit on the kitchen counter besides him and he wraps an arm around my shoulders.

"We were just discussing how he got in here," he tells me, motioning to his siblings. "The security system didn't go off. Hermes, Hephaestus and Apollo are on their way over to help us figure out why,"

"What about Nico and Thalia?" I ask my uncles.

"They're both at my house," Zeus says. "Nico was there originally. I've told them all that I'm simply running an errand,"

"We'll explain the truth to them later," Hades adds. "But now isn't the time. Their reactions are going to be...loud, and my head is pounding enough as it is, thanks to you two,"

Poseidon rolls his eyes at him, but before he can go on about how he was the one who was knocked out, not him, Athena interrupts, "Now, we need to get you two properly patched up," Athena says. "You're both bleeding,"

"Still?" Poseidon asks with a sigh, dabbing his temple with the cloth. He winces slightly. "Oh, for heaven's sake..."

"You'll probably need stitches," says Annabeth, observant as always. "It looks like its pretty deep,"

"What about me? I don't need stitches, do I?" I ask wearily, leaning away slightly. The last thing I want is more stitches after having so many after the abduction. Plus, they'll have to shave my hair off to get to the cut on my head.

"You seem fine," Annabeth says after another quick glance at both cuts. "You just need to wash your hair, clean that cut and you should be good. Just check with Apollo first,"

Apollo, Hermes and Hephaestus arrive, and Apollo confirms what Annabeth said about Poseidon needing stitches and me not. It takes a lot of persuasion, but eventually we get Poseidon to go with Hades to the hospital. The police call ahead for us so the doctors know he's on his way, so he can literally get stitched up then come back. Hestia comes over, fretting as usual, and she helps me wash my head. The water turns red as it goes down the drain, and I close my eyes to avoid watching it. It's gross. Apollo lies me on my back and cleans my cut with one of those antiseptic wipes and warns me to take it easy so I don't make it worse.

Poseidon is back an hour later, two little stitches in his temple. Hestia forces me into pyjamas and I sit on the sofa, watching Hercules with Annabeth. All she's been doing the past half hour is complain about it.

"It's so inaccurate!" she says for, like, the twentieth time.

"Just watch the movie!" I moan, even though the inaccuracies are annoying for me too. Annabeth glares at me for a second, fist raising threateningly.

Anyway, Zeus and Hades return to Zeus's place to give the rest of the family the good news (Kronos is in jail) and the bad news (we'd had a fight with him) whilst Annabeth and I watch a different movie – she forces me to change it to Cars. Athena sits in one of the armchairs, texting on her phone. Hestia cooks dinner and Poseidon tries to be helpful, but she keeps shooing him away. Eventually he gives in and comes to sit next to me.

Hermes and Hephaestus find the problem on the security system. Someone has been stealthily hacking into it for weeks. Three guesses who. They resolve it quickly and with both of the genius's help they make it impenetrable.

Poseidon and I both have to make statements about Kronos the following day, however there's enough evidence to support what he's done for me not to have to appear in court (however Poseidon will). In addition to all the accusations of abduction and assault and other stuff in the past, he's guaranteed a sentence in jail that will last him until his final years. His cronies are our biggest issue. They're still out there, but the police say they're looking for them and Kronos will probably reveal who they all were - being the cunning creep he is, he'll probably rat them out out of his own bitterness. Anyway, I hope they're caught soon.

A week later and everything is back to normal. I realise that we'd previously been encased in a tense atmosphere all the time, but now that Kronos is gone...we can relax. Poseidon isn't as protective over me as he was, however I know that he'll always be that way. Whether I'm in danger or not, he's going to be my overprotective father. It's a nature-thing, I suppose, and I know that he means well so I don't complain. I'll save that for my teenage years. Speaking of which, my eleventh birthday arrives quickly. It's hard to believe how long I have known my dad for. Over a year. It feels so unreal.

And me? Well, I'm internet famous. Everyone knows me as the cousin of Hermes Olympia (and the kid that was abducted and tortured...) and my selfie with him has even been shown in a few magazines. In school – which, by the way, I have not been expelled from miraculously – everyone's opinion of me has changed. Suddenly I'm some sort of god and no one but Luke really bothers me. Why, I don't know. Hermes is just family. What's the big deal? Luckily I'm not 'famous' to the point that everyone recognises me on the streets, which I'm thankful for. I don't think I could live that life like Hermes.

I miss my mom more than ever. I wish that she could be here with me and Poseidon, but at the same time, I know that was never going to be possible. Her options were either to give birth to me, or to stay with Poseidon. I'm glad she chose the first option, because despite missing her, I'm happier than ever. Never has my life been this good, and I know that this is how it's going to stay. And I'm not afraid to say that Poseidon is happy too. He makes it obvious enough.

I may have lost my mom, but in return I've gained people who are priceless to me. Thalia. Nico. Grover. Most of my cousins. Annabeth. Poseidon. Especially Poseidon. If I'm ever given the choice, I'd never trade any of them to get my mother back because I know that wherever she is, she's happy enough. And she's waiting for me. We'll see each other again some day.

I am Perseus Jackson-Olympia. I've just turned eleven years old. I grew up around drug abusers and alcoholics and I never met my biological father until I was nine. I've been abducted and tortured and tormented. God knows what else will happen to me. Change happens to everyone all the time, all around us. My advice - don't stop it. You can pout and whine and complain all you want, but you never know where it will lead. Maybe it will leave somewhere good, and maybe it will lead somewhere bad. You never know until it's happened, though. Believe me, I know.

Anyway, I think that I've rambled enough. For now, that's all. That was how things began. Maybe one day, you'll find out the rest of my story.

One day.

It's done. It's over. The End.