A/N: Is kind of OOC so don't mention it in a review because I know it is out of character.
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Percy was currently sitting in his room, frustrated over the fact that he had to tell Paul. He could still remember the conservation he and his mom had.
Percy and Sally Jackson were pondering the choices of whether they should tell Paul the truth or not.
"I think we should tell him the truth Percy." Sally said.
"Why though? What if he freaks out, then faints, we have to call the ambulance, he wakes up, we tell him it's real again, and then he'll fall into a co-" Percy began, but was cut off.
Sally laughed. "I don't think he'll do any of those things Percy. Come one, just give it a chance. Let's be optimistic and say everything will go alright ok?"
Percy nodded and smiled, just for the sake of his mother, but knew instantly that nothing ever goes according to the plan. Or at least with him in the house it doesn't.
"So when do we tell him?" Percy finally gave in.
Sally smiled at him apologetically. "I was thinking you guys could go to the beach tomorrow, and you can tell him."
"Wait, I thought we were going to tell him together!"
"You could go to Montauk, and I thought it would be better so you could give him a demonstration. You know demigod style."
Well if I could give a demonstration without mom having any restrictions, and I guess he deserves to know the truth since he's my stepdad, Percy thought.
"Fine," Percy said curtly. "But I'll do it my way."
"Alright." Sally smiled. "Do it your way."
And that's why he was pretty mad. Percy knew he shouldn't be mad at his mom, and he wasn't. He was mad at his life. His other life that he had to tell Paul tomorrow. But he had to pull himself together. He tried smiling, pulled the covers up, and went to sleep, hoping everything would turn up fine.
The next day, Percy got up early to go to Montauk. Sally had already arranged everything for them. From blue cookies to blankets, they were already fully packed.
"But why can't you go Sally? Is something wrong?" Paul asked when Sally said she had to stay home.
"I just need some extra time to write Paul. I'm fine!" Sally replied.
"It's her choice Paul." Percy added in.
Sally smiled gratefully at Percy while Paul only frowned.
"I thought you wanted your mother to go Percy?" Paul asked.
"I do, but if she wants to write, then it's fine!" Percy said, frustrated.
"Ok," Paul said uncertainly, "let's go then."
"I'll be fine Paul, don't worry!" Sally said for reassurance, and stayed at the door until the car had driven off.
Percy sighed after he waved at his mother. What had he gotten himself into? He was supposed to face Kronos for the gods sake! He wasn't supposed to be nervous for things like these!
"Paul I need to tell you something when we get to Montauk." Percy blurted out.
"Sure Percy." Paul just nodded.
Well now that Percy had told Paul that he needed to tell him something, he had to tell him. So why do I feel like something will go wrong? Percy thought. Oh that's right, it always does!
After a few hours they were at Montauk. They both unpacked their things, and Percy had forgotten that he needed to tell Paul the truth. It was only when Paul gently reminded him when his whole world of peace shattered.
"So Percy, what do you want to tell me?" Paul asked.
"Uh..." Percy said, and mentally slapped himself. Off to a great start! He thought to himself. "Well..."
"Go on," Paul urged him.
After a few more tries of saying intelligent words like 'uh' 'ah' 'well' Paul interrupted his humiliation.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."
Percy wanted to agree with him. But one thought of looking into his mother's face when he told her he didn't do it; he decided he had to tell him. That didn't mean that he would do it well though.
"I'masonofPoseidon." Percy said quickly.
"What was that? Did you say, you're a son of Poseidon? Well that's ok."
Percy sighed in relief, but Paul wasn't finished yet.
"I mean, the man who came to our house for your birthday was called Poseidon. So that means you're his son. I already knew that Percy."
Percy wanted to bang his head on a wall. How could Paul not understand?
"No Paul." Percy said slowly. "I mean the Poseidon. The god of the seas. That's why I go to camp. To train, and that's why I sometimes skip school, because there is an emergency at camp. I'm a demigod. That's when gods and mortals have kids. I'm one of them."
"That's ridiculous story Percy! And you should never skip school for a camp! I have to give it to you though. It's a great idea for a book to say that Greek mythology is real. I'll say it to your mother; the book will be a bestseller!" Paul exclaimed.
"Paul. I'm being serious. When I was twelve I fought the Minotaur, thought I lost my mom, went on a quest to save Zeus's lightning bolt, and went to a trip to the underworld, found out that it wasn't there, fought Ares, got my mom back, and that was my first quest." Percy said. Oh why did I bother even explaining? He thought to himself. "Look I'll give you a demonstration!"
Paul laughed, but just nodded. What a fantastic imagination! Paul thought. Percy didn't even bother concentrating as he made a ten foot wave fall over them.
"Whoa! Where did that come from?" Paul yelled in surprise. "And how come you aren't wet?"
Water dripped off Paul slowly. And he saw that Percy wasn't even wet, but perfectly fine and dry.
"It was me Paul. I did it."
"The weather has been strange too! Oh look lightning struck!"
"That happens all the time Paul! Look, I say 'Zeus's smelly socks,' and just wait."
Lightning thundered above them.
"Let's go inside Percy. The weather's been really strange." Paul commented, completely oblivious at everything.
"Paul! For gods sake, the Greek gods are real! That's why I always have a pen with me! It's because it turns into a sword!"
Percy took the cap of Riptide and it transformed into a Celestial bronze sword.
"Percy that's dangerous!" Paul shouted, looking at the sword.
Paul gripped the sword in his hands and put it in the sand.
"We'll just leave it here. Let's go home. Your story is ridiculous, and is complete myths."
Paul went inside their cabin and began packing up. Percy looked downright murderous. Paul was being an idiot! Sure mortals don't really believe the myths, but he thought that Paul was different!
"Come along now Percy. I packed your things too!" Paul shouted, and walked over to the car.
Percy gritted his teeth, but stepped inside the car, ignoring his soon to be stepdad completely. No one said a word to each other as they drove home quickly.
Sally had been surprised that someone rung the doorbell. It can't be them, she thought. It's too early, after al- Her thoughts were cut short when she saw an angry Percy.
"Hey mom. We're back. And guess who doesn't believe me?" Percy began, and stormed over to his room.
Sally stared at her son in shock. She turned back to the open door. She saw Paul unpacking all the things she had packed just a few hours ago. When he finished, he hauled the entire luggage, and brought it inside.
"Hello Sally!" Paul said cheerfully.
"Paul." Sally pursed her lips. What did Percy mean? "Why are you back so early?"
"The weather was strange. And then a ten foot wave washed over us! Isn't that incredible! And I have a great idea for a book Sally. Actually your son said it. He said something about the Greek gods were real! Unbelievable..."
Paul looked at Sally foe her reaction.
"Paul it's true."
"What is?"
"The Greek gods. They're real. All the things Percy said was true."
"How? I know you love your son, but it can't be true. He even showed me a sword! I left it on the beach."
Sally kept on staring at him. He doesn't believe it, she thought. I thought it wouldn't have come to this but...
"Paul I'm sorry but if you don't believe it then..." Sally said as she slowly twisted the engagement ring out of her finger. "If you don't believe that the Greek gods are real then. Well, then we're over. You know I would pick my son over anything."
Paul stared at the ring in shock. "But Sally. How can the Greek gods be real? They're myths, I told you."
Sally pursed her lips again. She had a feeling that even if she told him everything he would say 'have you written it all down? Great idea for a book...'
"I'm sorry Paul. You've been great but you don't believe it so..." Sally trailed off, before taking the luggage and very slowly closing the door.
Once the door was closed, Sally walked to Percy's room.
"Percy?" Sally knocked at the door gently.
Percy opened the door. "Where's Paul?"
"Oh Percy..." Sally sat down. "He would believe that the Greek gods were real like you said. So I- so I left him..."
It was Percy's turn to stare at her. She sacrificed her own soon to be husband.
"You didn't have to do it mom." Percy said firmly. "Not all mortals believe us."
"I know. It's just, I thought that of all people, Paul would understand!" Sally said, frustrated.
Meanwhile with Paul, well he was not having a good day at all. First, finding out that your stepson believes that the Greek gods that are complete myths are real. Second, is that Sally, his soon to be wife agrees with him. And third, is that Sally broke up, because she believes that the Greek gods are real.
The sensible thing he could do was walk away and find himself another woman, but he simply couldn't. So following the devilish side of his mind, he started knocking on the door. He was hoping Sally would answer, but no. Instead the person who started all the nonsense with the Greek gods answered it.
"What do you want? Do you finally believe that it's real?" Percy sneered at him.
"No but-" Paul was met with a glare and a slam of the door.
Paul finally lived up to his name. His mouth opened and closed, like a goldfish, but blowfish suited him better. He stared at the door, and finally listened to his logical side. He began walking away from the apartment.
A/N: And that's the end. So what do you guys think of this? Was it good or bad?