Author's Note: Hey! It's Mandi2341! Did anyone miss me? *silence*

Of course you did! Here's a little Sally-Percy one-shot my friend wanted me to write. Sally's POV

Reviews are always appreciated!

Thunderstorm

The sky was growing darker by the minute. "Percy!" I called.

My five-year-old boy came running up to me. I took him by the hand. The wind blew the multicolored leaves around. I wanted to get home as soon as possible. A storm was on its way, and by the threatening looks of those dark, heavy clouds, it was going to be bad.

The wind started to pick up, blowing my hair in my face. There was a flash of lightning, followed by a low rumble. Percy slowed his pace. I could tell he was intimidated by the sounds of thunder, and rightly so. And i must admit, i was also a little intimidated. Thunderstorms were a sign of Zeus's anger. Best-case scenario: it was just another thunderstorm that had nothing to do with Percy or me. Worst-case scenario: Zeus had found out about the broken oath and was out to get my son.

I felt a drop of rain, then another, then another. "Hurry, come on!" I pulled Percy along. Thunder crackled, and Percy flinched.

"Is it...gonna...rain, Mommy...?" he asked. His words were slow and careful, like he was afraid he'd say something wrong and he'd be struck by lightning.

I nodded to answer his question. "But we're almost home now, okay?"

He frowned, but he allowed me to lead him inside of the apartment building. Finally we'd made it inside the apartment, and not a moment too soon. When i looked outside, rain was falling in cords. Wind tossed the trees about, leaves flying in red and orange swirls.

Percy and i were soaked from the rain. My son's hair was speckled with raindrops. He shivered in his wet clothing. "I'm cold," he stammered through chattering teeth.

"I know, baby," i told him. "Tell you what. How does a nice, war bath sound?"

He nodded, but winced as another crash of thunder sounded.

I knew it was going to be a long, difficult night. My son was deathly afraid of thunderstorms. And it was bad enough during the day, but the flashes of lightning illuminating his room throughout the night...each time i had to find something to say to calm him down. Tonight would be no different.

I gave Percy a bath and go him dressed in his pajamas. After a nice TV dinner, we sat on the couch and watched some movies. Then, with a lightning flash and a thunder crash, the room went dark. The power was out.

"Mommy..." Percy whimpered. He sounded like he didn't want to panic but was pretty darn close to doing so.

In the pitch-black darkness, i couldn't see a thing. I felt Percy climb into my lap, though how he'd found me, i had no clue. I put it out of my mind and hugged his waist. "It's alright," i assured him. "Mommy's right here."

I picked him up and went to find a flashlight. However, in the darkness, i ended up bumping my knee on the table. Fun.

After i finally found one, i shined it on the clock. It was nine-thirty. Percy hugged my neck and buried his face in my shirt. I carried him to his room. "Okay," i said, putting him on the bed. "Time to go to sleep."

He shook his head. Thunder boomed, and he covered his ears. I saw tears form in his green eyes. Another crash of thunder rattled the windows. My five-year-old wrapped his small arms around my neck, nearly choking me. I tried to loosen his grip, but he wouldn't let me. Rain lashed at the windows. The thunder didn't let up at all. In fact, it got worse.

"I don't like thunder," Percy sobbed.

I stroked his hair. Another flash of thunder lit up the room. Percy tightened his death grip on my neck. I tried to think of something comforting to say. I stared outside at the city of Manhattan. The city never slept, so of course all the lights were on, lighting up the streams of rain. I was vaguely reminded of a day like this, about five years ago.

"I hate thunderstorms," Percy complained again.

"Why?" i asked him. "After all, your father loved storms."

Percy looked up at me. "Really?" he asked. His eyes were red from crying.

I nodded, wiping away his tears. "Yeah. He wouldn't want you to be afraid of them."

Percy sniffled. "Where is my daddy?" she asked.

My heart sank. Tears sprang into my eyes, but I put on a brave face. "Um...he had to leave before you were born," i told him.

"How come?"

I took a deep breath. I really wanted to tell him the truth- that he was the son of the sea god. But once he knew who he really was, he would be in so much danger that I didn't want to think about it.

As I was lost in thought, Percy repeated, "How come?"

I sighed. I hated lying to him, but I had to protect him. "He went on a cruise and was lost at sea," I said.

Percy yawned in response. I looked down at him, and he was really trying to stay awake, but was having a tough time. He leaned his head on my shoulder. "Was Daddy nice?" he asked.

I sighed sadly. "Percy," I said, "he was the nicest man I've ever met. I wish he could see you now."

"What did he look like, Mommy?" he asked sleepily.

I smiled and ran a hand through his midnight black hair. "Well…" I started, "he has black hair, just like you."

"Really?"

"Of course," I replied. "He also has green eyes—"

"Like me?" Percy cut in.

I laughed. "Just like you," I told him.

Percy yawned again. "Tell me more about Daddy," he said.

So I did. I told him about taking walks along the Long Island Sound, and eating at restaurants, swimming in the ocean…everything. I just rambled on and on about how much in love the two of us were. I found myself practically pouring out my soul to my little five-year-old, until I realized…Percy hadn't complained about the rain at all since I'd started talking.

I looked down at him and saw that he had fallen fast asleep. I kissed his forehead as I held him in the semi-darkness, listening to the rain as it turned into a soft drizzle.

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