Percy held his daughter as Piper, Hazel, and Calypso cooed over the child. Annabeth lay in bed, still exhausted from the hard birth the day before. The men were downstairs with their children, including Percy and Annabeth's oldest son, Charlie, where the food and toys were. A little mop of curly brown hair appeared at the door as little Stephen popped his head into the room.

"Mommy?" The three year old asked.

Calypso turned her head, "Yes sweetheart?"

"Can I see the baby?" He asked kindly.

"Of course," Calypso responded with a gentle smile.

The little boy skipped towards his mother so she could pick him up. He looked at the tiny baby girl in Percy's arms and just stared at the baby in awe. She was sleeping soundly, stirring her head a little to get comfortable.

"What's her name?" He asked, just as everyone else began flooding in.

"We we're thinking," Annabeth spoke, her voice sounding a bit hoarse from screaming yesterday, "Bianca."

Percy and Annabeth glanced at Nico who looked like he was about to cry. Will gave him a gentle hug and Nico smiled at them.

"I beh Stewen an...an Biana well ge marrwied one da," Three year old Charlie babbled. (Translation: I bet Stephen and Bianca will get married)

Everyone burst out laughing and Piper hugged Annabeth's son, in between laughs saying, "Ok Charlie."

Piper and Jason we're recruited as godparents, so they were basically family to the Jackson family.

Five year old Bianca was walking through a patch of wild flowers, picking them for her parents. They were at Camp Half-Blood just having a picnic with the old crew of the Argo II. The boys were playing in the Lake while Bianca and six year old Emily, daughter of Hazel and Frank, kept a good distance from the water. Suddenly Stephen trudged up towards the two girls, soaked from head to toe.

"Are you sure you girls don't want to come in the water," He pleaded since they needed two more people for their game.

Before Bianca could answer, Emily beat her too it.

"No thank you," She said, putting her hands on her hips, "We are ladies and refuse to get wet."

Stephen had a look of sadness and Bianca sent him an apologetic look.

"Ok, ok, fine," He said, putting his hands up in surrender, "Suite yourselves."

Bianca watched his retreating figure as he jumped from the dock and into the lake. She sort of wanted to join them, but she knew that she would get crushed by eight year old boys. She also would have liked to go in with Emily instead of being the boys as they rough housed.

Bianca watched in awe as Frank taught Peter, Charlie, Stephen, and Thomas, son of Nico and Will, how to shoot a bow. The boys were now eleven and would soon be joining Camp Half-Blood in two years. She was only eight and was not yet old enough to master the bow, according to her mother. The arrow whizzed towards the target, hitting it dead center. She had always admired the bow. The way the string was pulled back, the small breath of air released before he let loose the arrow. The way the arrow delicately moved off the bow and headed straight for the big red dot in the middle.

She obviously did not get this trait from her father as he had told her many times his hatred for archery which was followed by a response, from her mother, "That's only because you're no good at it, Seaweed Brain."

Frank handed out wooden bows for the boys, followed by arrows with no tips. They began aiming up high, letting the arrow fly through the air and land with a Plop. She looked at Stephen when he shot his arrow. She couldn't help but point out everything wrong.

"Sloppy form," She accidently said too loudly.

The boys looked at her and her face turned scarlet red.

"Oh and you think you're so much better at this?" Charlie taunted at her.

"I probably am," Bianca said, arms crossed over her chest.

"Then please, your majesty," He bowed sarcastically, "Show us the correct stance."

Bianca rolled her eyes and stepped forward.

"Well if you dimwits were paying any attention to Mr. Zhang's instructions you would know that this is the proper form," She said, snatching the bow out of Charlie's hand and nocking an arrow.

She stood with her feet shoulder width apart. She made sure her back was straight and chest out. She pulled back the string, making sure her back elbow was flat and not too high up like some of the boys were doing. She pulled back enough so that the string was close to touching her ear. Her left arm was straight as she gripped the bow beneath the arrow. She was aiming straight for the target that Frank was hitting earlier with. She breathed in deeply and exhaled as she released. She felt the arrow race past her as it hit almost dead center, but bounced off harmlessly since it had no tip.

The boys gawked at what she had just done and she heard clapping behind her. Emily had finally gotten back from California with her mother and was applauding Bianca. She smiled and gave a bow before running to her best friend, tackling her with a hug.

"I'm so happy your back!" Bianca said excitedly.

"Well I could leave you with these boys alone now could I?" Emily said in between laughs.

"Bleh," Charlie said aloud, "Come on boys, let's get out of here."

Stephen turned towards Bianca and spoke, "Thanks for the archery lesson, Bee. Maybe with some more practice you'll become an amazing archer."

With that he ran off with the boys, leaving a rosy cheeked Bianca behind.

Bianca, at the age of eleven, watched sadly as the boys ran off for training. They were finally old enough to join Camp Half-Blood, as they were now of age. She had gotten special training from her parents like how to use the sword and things, but it wasn't the same like actual Camp activities. Emily was in New Rome with her family, so she was all alone. She headed towards the arena, deciding to watch some lessons and hopefully pick up on some things. The boys were having sword fighting class, but they stood on the sidelines as they watched two demigod duel.

She realized it was her father and another woman. She was beautiful, but not as pretty as her mother of course. Her body was covered in scars and she wore a Camp Half-Blood shirt with the sleeves ripped off. A red bandanna sat on her head, keeping the hair out of her face. She watched as her father disarmed her, pointing Riptide at her chest.

"Still too slow, Clarisse," He laughed.

Suddenly, Clarisse tackled him when he lowered his sword and pinned him down. Her leg rested on his lower back and she pulled his left arm up so he was in a painful position.

"This is why you never let your guard down, kids," Clarisse spoke, a smile played on her lips, "You only let your guard down if your enemy is lying dead on the floor."

She released him and her now grumpy father picked himself up, scowling at Clarisse. For a while, Bianca sat on the bench, staring at the boys as they went over different kinds of defense mechanisms. When class was over, everyone headed towards her since their water bottles and bags sat next to her. They had all peeled off their shirts from sweat and the heat. A boy with dirty blonde hair approached him, his body toned with muscles. Bianca couldn't help but gape at his abs and good looks.

"Julian, son of Apollo," He stuck out his hand, "And who might you be my lovely dear."

He kissed her hand, making her blush.

"Bianca," She said boldly, "Daughter of Percy and Annabeth Jackson."

"Ahh the infamous Jackson family," The boy spoke, "Those are some big shoes to fill."

"You have no idea," Bianca swooned.

What was wrong with her? She does not swoon. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Stephen pushed Julian away.

"Hey man," He said angrily, "Stop flirting with my best friend's sister."

"Wow," Julian put his hands up in surrender, "My apologies."

Before leaving he turned and sent her a wink, making her smile flirtatiously. When he was gone, Bianca stood up abruptly.

"What is wrong with you?!" She shouted.

"You have no idea what that guy is capable of, Bee," Stephen said.

"I can handle things on my own," She told him, "I'm not a baby."

With that she spun and stormed off in a rage.

At the age of fourteen, Bianca aimed her bow at the target. She had gotten much better since she first began Camp last summer. She was asked by the teacher if she was sure she wasn't a child of Apollo or a hunter of Artemis. She hit the target in the center with ease. She was going to be learning how to shoot moving targets next week which excited her. She felt a strong pair of arms around her as she aimed at the target. By the smell of his cologne she knew it was Julian. For a few years they had been talking, but he always received death glares from Charlie, Steven, Thomas, or Peter.

"Here lemme help," He whispered in her ear.

His breath was warm against her skin as she released the arrow and it hit the center. She turned towards him and he placed his hands on her hips. She smelled mint, probably from his breath. He leaned in and she did the same. When their lips connected she felt a spark ignite inside of her. She knew this wasn't a good sign, because he had a very bad reputation at Camp. He was known for dating a girl and dumping her for another. She knew she should pull back, but her brain wasn't thinking clearly at the moment. She felt his hands tangle in her curly, jet black hair, deepening the kiss. She let out a moan as their tongues fought with one another.

"Hey!" Someone yelled, pulling Julian away from Bianca, "What the Hades do you think you're doing, Pierce!"

Stephen pointed a sword at Julian, Peter standing by his side. They both scowled at him, but he didn't seem the least bit fazed.

"Don't ever touch her again," Stephen threatened.

"No in fact don't even look at her," Peter added.

"I'll see you later, Bianca," He said before trudging off.

"No talking either!" Peter shouted out.

"Are the both of you kidding me?" Bianca yelled, "I finally kiss a boy and you drive him off with threats!"

"We are doing it for your safety, Bianca," Stephen growled.

She knew that this was very serious to Stephen as he rarely used her full name.

"Julian is not someone you want a relationship with," Peter explained, "That dude has got trouble written all over his face."

"Just stay away from him," Stephen said, "That's an order."

"You're not my parents!" Bianca screamed, "You're not even related to me. You don't get to control my life!"

She ran past the two boys, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Don't ever speak to me again!" She shouted over her shoulder.

She ran towards the lake, jumping in it and crying at the bottom. She thanked the gods for getting her father's water power to breath and not get wet beneath the waves.

Fifteen year old Bianca sat in the strawberry field behind some bushes. Since both her parents we're Greek Demigods she went to Camp Half-Blood during the summer and Emily went to New Rome since both her parents are Roman. She had still been speaking to Julian for a year since the fiasco after their first kiss. She admit that they had done much more than kiss, a few make out sessions here and there. She still hadn't spoken to Steven, Peter, and Thomas, because of their constant blow ups with Julian. She wouldn't have spoken with her own brother if she had the choice, but she was forced by her parents.

The strawberry field was peaceful, only the sounds of distant chirping rang through the air. She heard rustling and quickly sat up, her hand on her dagger. When she saw it was only Julian, she relaxed. He sauntered over to her in all his hotness and manly glory. He sat by her side, staring at her face.

"What?" She asked.

She had this sudden panic attack that something weird was on her face.

"Nothing," He said, "You just look beautiful."

She giggled and he pulled her in for a kiss. The small kiss quickly turned into a makeout session. She felt his hand slide up her shirt, stroking her bare back. Something in him changed, however. He pinned her down by the wrists, kissing down her neck. She felt his hand move down beneath her legs and she quickly came to her senses.

"Julian, wait," She said, but when he didn't stop she spoke more assertively, "Julian! Stop!"

She tried pushing him off, but he was much stronger than her. She felt him slide off her shorts as he covered her mouth with one hand and pinned both arms with the other hand above her head. She fought, kicking and screaming through his hand but no use. He ripped off her shirt and bra, tossing it to the side. She felt tears trickle down her cheeks as it happened. The smell, the pain, the feeling. When he finished he pulled up his pants, grabbed her clothes, and walked away as if nothing had happened. She lay there, bare body, crying. She heard more rustling, but didn't bother moving. She didn't think she had the strength to move, much less talk.

"Oh my gods, Bee!" She heard an all too familiar voice.

She couldn't even look at Stephen, knowing that he had been right all along. He quickly helped her sit up, putting his shirt on her. She looked into his worried eyes and burst into tears. He pulled her close to his chest, hugging her for comfort. She could already see the bruises forming on her wrists as she cried out her heart.

"Who did this too you?" Stephen whispered.

She didn't answer and looked down in shame.

"Bee!" Stephen said louder, gripping behind her neck so she would look at him.

"J-Julian," Bianca said in between sobs, "You were right all along. I shouldn't have been so stubborn. This is all my fault."

"Shh no, no it isn't," Stephen said.

"You tried to warn me, but I didn't listen," Bianca was now looking into his eyes, "I'm so stupid. This could have all been prevented if I just listened."

Stephen didn't say anything. He didn't know what to say. All he knew was that he was going to beat Julian to a pulp, even though Julian was like half his size. He also had bulging muscles while Stephen got his father's lanky body. He stood up, helping up Bianca. She tried to stand on her own, but Stephen caught her just in time before she hit the dirt. They walked slowly towards the infirmary since she was still sore from before. When they reached the infirmary, they ended up explaining everything to their parents when they had arrived. Julian was forced to leave Camp Half-Blood, never welcomed back. Stephen, Charlie, Peter, and Thomas, however, did not let him leave before giving him some bruises, which made some of their hand bleed afterwards.