The news caused a minor explosion on Mount Olympus. Well. That was the literal one. The figurative one was huge. Strangely enough, instead of getting a yacht and penthouse like he felt he should, Speckles had ended up living in a plastic fishbowl inside Apollo's very messy bachelor pad of a living room. Journalists, they lead hard lives, they do.

Not that he was complaining, though. The truth is not always the most popular of things. But the truth is the truth. Speckles was sure that someday, he would earn himself a Pulitzer Prize for his efforts. As of now, he would just have to live the hard life.

Athena couldn't have been busier when that annoying bimbo and her fishy accomplice released the news. Now, being to goddess of wisdom and whatnot, she was busy everyday, mostly with fervent pleas for help on solving Rubik's Cubes, but it that week just happened to be AP Exam week, and worried test takers practically overwhelmed her with plea deals. ("If I get a 5, I promise, I will name a sandwich after you"). She was already at her wit's end, and the news was just about enough to send the goddess into a fit of rage that, of course, caused the minor explosion. She clapped on her helmet, and made a beeline towards Poseidon's palace.

"Whaddaya mean my son was seducing your daughter?" Poseidon asked, waving his trident about as if it were a magic wand (which is technically was).

"I told you, I saw the pictures. Hermes may have invented Photoshop, but I'm too wise for that." She jabbed at him accusingly. "Your son was seducing me daughter."

"Gee, how old is he? Thirteen? You expect a thirteen year old to be trying to seduce people?"

"MTV can do wonders to a child's maturity." She pointed out.

Poseidon coughed, making a sound that, oddly enough, seemed to sound like Photoshop.

Athena glared it him, making sure that the sea god cringed before she unfurrowed her brows.

"I don't like this, Barnacle Beard. I'm sure you don't either."

Poseidon scratched his (un-barnacle bearded) chin thoughtfully. "No. I don't, but I want to see the proof first."

She dropped a copy of The Olympian at his feet, sure that if a tabloid front page wasn't enough, nothing would be.

He shrugged. "So. It's a tabloid. That could be a shot of "Titanic II" for all we know."

"A second Titanic movie? That salt water's gone to your head, Seaweed Brain." She poked at his chest accusingly. "That's my daughter and your idiot son."

"I don't like this." Poseidon said, taking a closer look at the picture. "That underwater bubble? Only a son of mine would have awesome powers like that. He should charge rent for letting your daughter use it."

"So I was right about that being your spawn." Athena said, glaring daggers at him.

"I must object to your usage of 'spawn', but other than that, I see what you mean."

"Where are they right now?" Athena demanded.

"Not Vegas, please not Vegas." He mumbled to himself.

"No, not Vegas." She agreed, crossing her arms. "So? Where are they?"

Poseidon lowered his head. "I don't know." He muttered.

"You don't know." She said reproachfully. "You, the Great God of the Sea, do not know where his own son is."

"Quest." He mumbled. "Y'know, can't find heroes on quests, you know that."

"I do know." Athena said, furious. "Chiron is losing his tail over this."

"Chiron never sent them on the Quest," Poseidon said, a trace of smugness in his voice. "Your brother did."

"Who?"

"The guy with the Bluetooth." He said sourly, "There's no way we can stop them, pretty much."

"Hermes sent my daughter off on a trip with your son? My daughter. Your son. And no chaperone?"

"They're heroes, not preschoolers on a trip to the petting zoo."

"They happen to be hormonal teenagers that are also the opposite gender."

"I'm sure everything will turn out fine." He reassured her, not sounding very convinced himself.

"They had better." Athena grumbled, turning around to storm out of Poseidon's castle.

He could hear snippets of her mumbling to herself as she trotted down the path. "Eternal vengeance" and "all in my power" did not sit well with the God of the Sea. He himself had no problem with waving away the accusations. After all, as disastrous as it all was, Percy wouldn't do anything stupid, would he?