I wanted to see what you guys think of this. It came to me rather randomly much like "At the Bar" my most popular story. I hope this is ok. It's random and if I decide I don't like it later, I'll delete it.
After a long day at work Percy Jackson returns back to his home. He is ready to sit on the couch and watch his favorite show. Dinner is being delivered to the house as a farewell to his sixteen year old daughter who is usually his cook. This is what he wants to do, but something way different awaited him on the other side of the door.
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!?!" He bellowed as he came to find his daughter and a boy lying on the couch. He was on top of her.
His daughter had told him that her study group was coming over to swim after a test. There was only one person here. Frankly, they hadn't even made it to the pool deck. Melanie, his daughter, was wearing a skimpy silver bikini, that of which he had never seen before. The boy, Logan, was in black swim trunks with green fire covering about half of it that reminded Mr. Jackson all too much of Greek fire.
"Mr. Jackson," The boy scrambled to his feet grabbing his shirt and slipping it over his broad shoulders and washboard abs. "Dad!" Melanie jumped off the couch and landed lightly five feet away. The gymnast/swimmer was light and stealthy on her feet. She could sneak out of her father's house in a matter of minutes. Her mother's was a different story. The actress she called her mom had cameras that covered every corner of the house, along with alarms on every door and window at night.
"Logan, get out of my house. I don't want to see you on my property again." Percy ordered pointing at the door with a stern expression. The room seemed to grow colder with the death glare he was giving to Logan. It was as if that all the water in the pipes had iced over magically. A secret Mr. Jackson had kept from his daughter for a while. He was talented and that was one of his powers. His daughter had no clue.
"Mr. Jackson, I didn't mean to disrespect you. Please, give me a moment to explain." Logan pleaded. He was shaking slightly at the sight of the angry father. Logan was truly sorry when he spoke. The simple things that life threw at you were easy; that included an angry father. But, a father that could blast you with water to the farthest edge of the world well, that was in a new category all its own.
"Logan, get – out – of – my – house!" Percy bellowed staring down the boy whose shaking worsened under the pressure of his glare. It was hard not to piss yourself when those two green orbs turned on you like heavy artillery ready to blow your brains out. It was a scary and gory ending that Logan did not want to encounter any time soon.
"Dad, you can't just send him away!" Melanie pleaded resituating her bathing suit strap on her neck so that it sat right. There had been some far reaches and she was a mess. Her hair was in disarray which she tried to correct quickly by running her fingers through her hair. It was pointless considering it was uncorrectable. It didn't matter either. Her anger was at such levels no one was looking at her hair.
"Melanie, your mother is coming to get you. Go get ready." Percy didn't turn his attention away from the boy who hadn't made a move toward the door. It was just making Mr. Jackson mad. The boy would either move or he would be moved. There would be no just standing there.
"Logan, you'd better leave while my dad throws his temper tantrum. And, I'm not coming back from mom's place." Melanie leaped over to Logan kissed him once to make her father mad and then dashed down the hall to her room. Logan looked around the house once and then was shoved out the door by Percy. Mr. Jackson was still fuming with anger as he whipped away from the door.
A knock came on the door. Percy turned back ready to tell off the returning Logan. He threw open the door his fist balled at his side to find his ex-wife, Annabeth. She looked pissed to say the least, but that was Annabeth lately.
"Where's my daughter?" Her teeth were clenched and she stared Percy down with a death glare. It was one that could nearly match his own with just that much more intimidation from her eye color. The pigment that colored her irises made you think off a dark storm. They were also analytical. She always looked as if she were thinking of every way to kill you.
Percy stared right back making it a full on Texan draw. Someone could have whistled the western theme making it all the better. He had learned to get used to the fact that his ex hated his guts. He never backed down to the challenge of who could kill someone with a gaze. "She is in her room getting ready. Where is my son?"
"In the car sleeping, you can get him when you're ready." She said softening her gaze and stepping to the side to make way. Their children were truce territory, especially their son. He was so young and didn't need to see the fighting that went on between the two.
"Good," Percy stepped out onto the porch brushing shoulders with Annabeth. He dutifully walked over to the Camaro Annabeth considered safe and pulled his son, Tristan, out.
"Let's leave the Neanderthals to themselves." Melanie's feminine voice filled the air as she pulled three suitcases from the threshold. Two of them were large and the last small. All of them were filled to the point of explosion. She pushed past her father as he ignored her teenager attitude.
The trunk closed loudly behind Percy as he walked back up the steps to his home. He carried his son into the house and set him on the couch. Then he re-thought the action and moved Tristan to his recliner.
The door frame was the only thing that held him up as he watched his daughter climb into the front seat. He waved politely and she stuck her middle finger up to him and sat back in the seat. Percy was slightly appalled at the action, but that didn't last long. He dismissed it from his mind and barely noticed when Annabeth addressed him.
"I'll talk to her Perce. But, it looks like you messed up big." Annabeth looked at him slightly worried and then back to her car. She cared that her daughter was treating her father in such a way. It was unacceptable. Especially for a sixteen year-old.
"Thanks Anna Magnum." Percy joked. His ex wife was successful in a field she had never set for herself. She had wanted to be a famous architect. She wanted to make her mark on the world. Well, she did. But, it was just a fad and it would pass through the years to different levels of fame. As she grew older her actress career would either stay level or decrease. There was no going up when you were already at the top.
"Please, just use my real name. You know the number I answer for this week. If you get mad at me, please don't leak out the number to the press again. That was the worst week of my life." She still wouldn't look at him, but was getting friendlier with her words. It was an improvement to the usual: get her kid for the week, bite his head off, and leave.
"I won't Annabeth. Sorry, for that too. I didn't realize how big a deal you were." Percy apologized. It was a sincere apology for the most part. It was except for that echoing chuckle in the back of his mind. Other than that it was legit.
"Go to a movie sometime then Seaweed Brain. Your own little Piece of the Sea can take a break." Annabeth was referring to the aquarium Percy had opened a while back that had become very popular considering his father helped him with stocking the tanks. He got some of the most rare fish and creatures. It was interesting to say the least.
"Do you know how many customers I get everyday? It's easier said then done, and you know that." He looked at her incredulously. Percy smiled widely when he saw her catch a glance at him. "You always could never keep your eyes off me Wise Girl."
"Good by Jackson, I'll see you next week. Remember no press this time." She headed out toward her car barely catching his promise and farewell. Tears dewed in the corner of her eyes as she walked. Why did I give him up? She thought as she reached the car and slid into her seat. Waving one last time, she pulled away…
So, the daughter obviously has issues. That'll be explained later, but mostly that was just from being sixteen. Review and tell me what you think!
Sincerely,
wisegirlindisguise