Things Will Happen.

Noticed how bad this was and asked my friend Skytor to beta it. Huge shout out to him!

"Clear!" a voice yelled, over the wailing siren of an ambulance. The defibrillator released a shock throughout a woman's body to no avail, bar causing the body to jerk slightly.

The body belonged to Sally Jackson. A single mother of one that had fought tooth and nail for all of her life to fend for herself and her child. Now the results of living such a life had come crashing down on her. She had been stressed with money, love and most importantly her son, Perseus Jackson. Hero of Olympus.

The aforementioned man stood in disbelief at the sight before him. The boy was only eighteen years old and had already accomplished things men thrice his age would struggle to grasp. The war with the Giants had finally ended and here he was now, next to his mother who may very well be on her deathbed. After everything he had done to protect all he loved, he failed to save what mattered most in the end.

Collapsing to his knees, he grabbed ahold of his mother's hand and put his forehead on it. "Clear!" Another jolt to her body yet it yielded no reaction from her, she wasn't moving at all and it seemed unlikely that she would any time soon.

Percy could feel the dull buzz of the energy lancing through his arm, but he could not bring himself to care. Everything was numb, all of his emotions were expended and everything felt like a horrible dream.

Percy felt the tears as the begun to flee from his eyes. The tears he had kept in for so long, the tears from trying to save everyone, from trying to be good enough, finally began to break free. The floodgate had opened and it wouldn't be resealed ever again. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you Mom. I'm so, so sorry." He whispered to her, leaning up and kissing her hand. "You were the best Mom anyone could have ever asked for so please, please stay with me."

"Cle-" Percy heard the man begun but did not continue, in the drop of a coin everything had become silent. Percy froze, even the noise of the ambulance had died away. As he looked up and wiped the tears away he saw something peculiar. Time itself had seemed to become frozen in its tracks, there was not a single sound or movement. Everything was still.

"Perseus Jackson," three deep feminine voices reverberated throughout the air, shaking Percy's very soul. Darting around to face the source of the noise, Percy saw the three fates standing by a tree. The very same tree he had seen all those years ago, when he had first been introduced into the life of a demigod.

Clotho sat off to the left, as she slowly knitted threads in a way that reminded Percy of a grandmother. On the right sat Lachesis who carefully measured each individual thread, making sure they were the perfect length.

Unlike the other two fates. Who were doing their job with ease, Atropos stood as still as a bone, one of the threads held between her hands as she examined it carefully. "Life is a very peculiar thing. Many fear what comes after life while there are those that welcome it warmly. During life, there is much to do and never enough time."

Percy stood straight up from across the other side of the road and bowed his head to the fates. "Ladies Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos. What can I help you with?"

"I told you I liked this hero Clotho! But no, you said that it would not be worth bestowing such a gift upon him when we saw him the first time. He will surely accept! Even Atropos knows that!" Lachesis angrily hissed, waving the thread that was within her fingers, clearly upset at what Clotho had said early.

He could see the elderly lady roll her eyes and point her needles at Lachesis in a rude manner. "You said that about the last hero we offered this gift with and what? It was clear you were wrong about that one and the one before. What will make this one so different? Please enlighten me Lachesis." Clotho spat, straightening up in her seat. A hair's breadth away from beginning a full on brawl with her sister. It was clear that what was said before was important had the fates been arguing.

"Both of you stop!" Atropos's raspy voice had intervened in the argument. It was clear she was the leader of the three as both of them quieted at once. "We already know what will happen! I do not know why you play this guessing game before it even takes place! It is pointless and only ends up making our jobs harder in the end!"

Percy slowly stood up, it was clear none of their attention was on Percy at the moment, completely focused with their argument.

Eventually Atropos looked over and rasped "Step closer to us Perseus. Across the street and come see what we hold"

Every fiber of Percy's body screamed at him not to do so. That he wouldn't like what he saw and to turn away from the fates. Yet, he continued walking forward, across the streets and weaving through the frozen traffic until he stood next to the three fates. His height made it so they were towering over them.

Clotho slowly pointed at a point behind Percy, her jittery hand made it seem hard to move. Once she got to the area she wanted she snapped her fingers and a rocking chair appeared behind him. "Take a seat, Perseus Orion Jackson." She intoned, in a cheerless voice

"You make it sound so dark and foreboding! He is just taking a seat for gods sake Clotho!"

As Perseus took a seat he leant back as far as he could after seeing Atropos's seething face. "I will cut your tongues if you do not stop arguing. Get back to work!"

Percy noticed the exasperated look on Atropos's face, Deciding, against every part of his brain screaming at him to stay quiet, to speak up, "Don't you think you should take a vacation from everyone Atropos?" he asked.

The fates looked taken aback. It was clear that it wasn't often that they were told to go on a vacation. "That is not a bad idea Perseus. However, there is a reason of why we appeared before you. We will offer you a gift and a curse. It is up to you to decide."

"You have done so much for the world. So many look up to you and yet, at the same time, so many fear what you have become, as they watch in awe as you perform one great deed after the other. The gods of this world don't interfere with your affairs either." Atropos told Percy. It was clear the two were the only ones to partake in this conversation. Both Clotho and Lachesis were busy working on the tasks that had been given to them since birth.

"They are not that great, Lady Atropos. They are what any other demigod would have done in my position. I have lost many and saved many. It is what any demigod would do."

"No, it is not. Though I am not here to argue with you Perseus. Now listen, because what I say determines what happens for the rest of your life." She raised the thread very gingerly in front of him. Her movements were much more fluid then that of her sister. "You recognize this. Do you not?"

Percy bit down on his lip, "My mother's."

"Indeed, it is her time and yet, simultaneously, it is not. We may not tell you the details but once in a while a hero may decide his own path, decided not by the fates but with their help instead. It is now being offered to you. Perseus Jackson."

Percy was hesitant, he wasn't completely sure what this offer entailed yet but it was clear that heroes in the past had rejected the offer at least once before. "What is the offer Lady Atropos?"

"The choice to give your mother life once more. In return we shall take all your deeds, or at least the memories of them." Atropos said, holding up the life thread and examining it closely. Gently going along the line of the thread, her hand weaving with it. "We shall take the memories of everyone, the gods, the monsters, your friends."

"Everyone?" Percy turned back to his mother. All around her were paramedics and civilians. In the distance he could see a cop car with blaring lights that had been speeding this way.

"You will still have your powers. That is who you are as a whole. You will have your mother, father and your soon to be step-father remember who you are. Will you give all your fame and friends to save one more life? The one most important to you of all? The one who stayed by when Gabrial Ugliano's smell saved you from monsters?"

Percy let out a snort. It took less than a second for Percy to make up his mind. "I'll save my mother of course. Will the others have learned of what happened here?"

"Ha! I told you Clotho! Never one for believing me!"

"Oh, can it you witch!"

"Very well Perseus." Percy could see her eyes roll, as she otherwise disregarded her sisters. "We will allow your mother to live to live the endmost fringes of the human lifespan. Once you exit the time lapse the effects will have already transpired. Your mother, Paul Blofis and Poseidon will know of our conversation. The last thing you must do is leave Manhattan. We will give you one month with your family before you must go. A friend will greet you once you have left. The gods are too close to here. You mustn't make any contact with the gods unless it is your father. Remember, you cannot make any initial contact with anyone that is not of the mortal world."

"A gift!" Lachesis cackled, shaking the threads above her head, with wild vigor for someone who seemed as old as she did. It was clear she was more than pleased about one upping her sister. Leaning forward, she put her finger onto Percy's forehead and pushed. Hard.

Percy almost fell out of the rocking chair he had been given. Other than the poke on the forehead he hadn't felt any different. "The scent! The scent is gone!"

"That is all Perseus Jackson. I wish you luck within the rest of your life. This shall be the last time we talk."

"Wait, what scent?"' Percy asked them, but they flashed away without answering.

It was an odd feeling, going from sitting down, having something pressed against your forehead to standing over your mother lying down, stone cold as she was.

"Clear!" Another jolt, the third one they had done worked like a charm. A gasp was heard as his mother shot up. Breathing heavily and looking around frantically. Once her eyes met his, Percy knew that his whole conversation with the fates was already within her mind. That she understood everything that had happened.

"Ma'am! Ma'am are you alright. Talk to me!" Another paramedic grabbed her face and turned it to his own, checking to see if she was stable.

The rest was a blur to Percy. After ensuring their insurance had covered everything, Percy walked home. His mother was in good care and Paul was on his way to pick up. Besides, he had quite a bit to think about.

He had not a single regret over his decision. He wanted to save his mother and his mother deserved a second chance to live. She had thrown her own life away for Percy and if she had been in the same position she would have accepted without hesitation.

"Percy." A sullen voice spoke from behind Percy. Percy's heart begun to pound and his hands curled up. "My son."

"Hey dad." Percy nodded his head gently, finding his body refusing to move. "How are you doing t-today?" Percy asked, wiping the tears away that refused to stop falling at this point.

Feeling a hand on his shoulder, Percy was turned around and embraced immediately. At once he began to sob. The final repercussions of what he had done hitting him with full throttle. "I am so proud of you Percy. Words cannot describe how proud of you I am."

"I'm sorry. I was selfish and I wanted my mom and I didn't want to live in a world she wasn't in."

While he couldn't see his father, he felt the man as he chuckled slightly. "Percy. You are anything but selfish. A selfish man would have let his mother die while he would have kept all the glory. No, you did what no one else would do and protect your mother. I fear even I would have not accepted the fates offer."

"I lost all my friends dad, I have no one to turn to and I have to leave them in a month anyways. With no money where will I go?" Percy burrowed himself into his father's arms. He was scared, he had fought monsters, demigods, gods before but never had he had to live on his own in the mortal world.

His father squeezed him tightly, refusing to let go for the moment. "You have no need to worry. I will be back within a week and I will have it all figured out. Don't worry. I can be with my own son now that Zeus nor any other gods know about you. At least that is the bright side right?" His father let out a dry chuckle. "We can finally go fishing together, I promise."

"Yeah, that sounds good." Percy whispered to his father. As good as it sounded, he still felt lost in his emotions.

"Hey" Poseidon let go of Percy and pulled him back. Slowly looking up, Percy saw his father and was shocked to see that the man had tears running from his eyes. "I will take care of everything alright? Spend this next month with your mother. Come on and let me walk you back." His father tapped him on his back and slowly led him to the apartment.

The walk was in silence, no doubt both of them lost in their own thoughts and as Percy unlocked the door he could see Sally with her head tucked low. Paul was next to her and comforting her to the best of his ability. "Hey Percy."

Sally shot up at once. Her eyes were bloodshot and her tear stained face wasn't faring any better. In a flash she was on Percy and hugging him tightly, refusing to let go. "Why?" She croaked out. "Why did you save me Percy? You had a whole life planned in front of you, so why?" She had let go of him and was shouting at him, and yet by the end she could do little more than croak.

Percy wrapped his arms around his mother. "I love you mom."

At this she began to sob, "I love you too Percy." She whispered. All would be okay in the end.

Am I really making a Percy Jackson and Twilight Crossover? Yes, I am.

"Percy! Get down here! Your flight takes off in a few minutes!" Percy heard as he was walking down the stairs with his two packed bags and backpack.

"Mom, I'm already here." He let out a light laugh as he sat the bags down. "I'm all set to go."

"Your toothbrush?" She shot him a look and he nodded, exasperated. He knew that soon he would be moving out, out but he had practically lived away from her since he was twelve. "What about your-"

"Mom." Percy shot her a look, this was a bit over the top. "You have nothing to worry about. If I'm missing something just send it to me, alright?"

"Alright." His mom shot her hands up and sighed. "I get it, you're a big boy now and you don't need me."

"Mom, you know it's not that."

She smiled sadly at him and pulled him into a tight hug, "I know. It won't be the same without you around Percy." It was true, he had gotten rather accustomed to seeing his mom all the time and now he was going to be living on the other side of the country with little communication at all.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure to call."

"Sally! We have to get going!" Paul hollered from the doorway. "I can only have it parked on the side of the road for so long!"

Before he knew it, he was on a plane. The tears of his mother crying and the farewells of his step father. To say he was scared was a minor understatement. He was terrified of being on the plane as the son of Poseidon. Yet sure enough Zeus had not struck him down during the entire flight and he landed at SeaTac airport.

Hailing a taxi had been interesting, while it was normal to do so in Manhattan the taxi drivers in Seattle had not heard of Forks before. It wasn't until Percy showed them a map did they have a lightbulb moment and took them the three hours it was.

"This is it?" Percy whispered to himself as he stared at the front door, holding the key in the palm of his hand. It was... homey, on the outside it was a small two-story house painted a white shade that would remind you of a picket fence.

Picking up his bags he walked to the front door of the house and unlocked it, slowly opening it to reveal a small living room with a kitchenette. The living room was furnished with a loveseat and a small tv that was mounted onto the wall.

Stepping in he dropped his bags and closed the door behind him. The house was quite obviously old, but Percy took a guess and had assumed that his father had renovated it. Slipping off his shoes, he carefully walked upstairs.

The first room he came across was an office. A small student desk stood with a chair. Other than that, and a small rocking chair in the corner of the room, it was completely bare.

Shaking his head, he went to the other room which was on the opposite side of the one he had just entered and found his room. There was a bed that stood in the middle and two bedside tables, one with a lamp. A television was on the wall, opposite to the bed.

"It's cozy." Percy murmured as he set his backpack down.

"I thought you would like it." Percy jolted and turned around, only to see his father leaning on the door frame. He was looking around the room, nodding appreciatively. "Quite a nice set up."

"Dad." Percy walked over to his father and gave him a hug.

His father returned it then gestured downstairs. "Come on, I have some things you should know." Once downstairs he pointed at the counter where a few documents laid in a neat stack. "You start school in two days, unfortunately school starts much sooner over here then Manhattan. And as you're only your seventeen you still have two more years of high school. You'll be entering your junior year,"

Picking up one of the folders, his father flipped the page and handed him a credit card, "It's unlimited, you could call it a gift from me. Don't go over the top. I'll be paying for all of the house cost and everything else that is needed, I have an assistant already taking care of it. Now." He flipped one more page which held important documents that Percy knew he should have had. "This is your driver license. I know you haven't taken the test yet but no harm no foul right?" His father shot a wink at him. "That should be all."

Percy was practically spluttering, "Dad this is so much-"

His father held up his hand and rested it on Percy's shoulder. "Think of it as the reward for saving the world my boy. Now I must be off but I have one more thing I should show you. The fates promised a friend and I believe I know who."

That was right, the fates had promised a friend but Percy hadn't understood what it meant. Following his father to the back yard. He saw it rather open that led to a big forest. Putting his fingers to his mouth, his father let out a loud whistle.

The trees swayed back and forth and continued to do so. They swaying of trees came closer and closer and Percy held his hands up in front of himself, mentally bracing himself for what was to come.

He was glad as he did as he slid back several feet, due to a massive furry missile colliding into him. Then it started licking him, Percy couldn't stop the laugh as the licks wouldn't stop coming, "Alright girl that's enough. Girl! Mrs. O'Leary! Stop!" Percy asked multiple times as he finally was able to get up.

The giant hellhound stood right at his side waiting patiently and barked, which sounded similar to what you would get to firing an artillery gun.

Poseidon let out a deep laugh. "Ah that reminds me, my last present. Come here girl." Poseidon gave a whistle and fastened a rather large collar around the hound. The charm worked its magic as the hellhound shrunk by quite an order of magnitude, into a small form that reminded Percy of a black lab. "Ah one last thing." Poseidon turned to Percy and handed him a small ornately carved silver whistle. "It'll only work on Mrs. O'leary but it works closely to the Stygian Ice Whistle."

Percy blinked in surprise, he had forgotten all about the whistle Daedalus had given him. "Thanks dad."

His father gave him a smile, "Press the button on the whistle." Doing has his father said he was surprised to see Mrs. O'Leary balloon up, back to her original size. "Alright girl, get going. Percy will call you in a bit." Giving one tongue lashing to Percy and his father, she sped off into the forest. "Well now that is over. I'm rather famished. Let's go get some grub Percy." His father slammed his back and pushed him towards the driveway.