(A/N) Hey guys! I'm not dead, I promise! Info on my Mark of Athena in the author's note down at the bottom.

Summary: This is basically the part in The Son of Neptune where Sally Jackson/Blofis (Does she changer her name?) gets the call from Percy. Well, the scene from the SoN was Percy calling, not Sally getting the message. Yeah, that's basically it.

Did anyone else love the scene where Percy calls Sally? I loved, I thought it was like totally beast ninja (Yeah, I just said totally beast ninja...got a problem? LOL) Anyways, I was like total "Oh my goodness he remembers the number! Yeah...on with the story! More important stuff down at the bottom.

Disclaimer - I do not own Percy Jackson. Promise.

I need a more creative disclaimer. Any ideas? Hmm...? haha.

Sally Jackson was wide awake, unsure on what to do. She didn't know if she should try and fall asleep or give up all hope of ever finding sleep again. It seemed like the second option, lately. Ever since Percy had disappeared. Sure, he had been gone for weeks at most. This time was different. Weeks turned into months. Six long months. Now, it was June and still, no sign of Percy. There was that glimmer of hope, though. The fact that he might still be alive, just switched with a boy from a Roman camp, named Jason.

She sighed. She wanted to give up so bad, but she couldn't. She knew Percy would want her to stay strong until she knew for sure that he was gone. That the worst had come. He would want her to not focus on something that is missing, but all that she has. Like she had Paul. Paul had been helpful, understanding, caring. But she still wished that Percy was there to comfort her. She wished it was like it was after the war, with little stress. He had even stayed in the same school for two years! That was a first! A miracle!

She refused to hold a funeral. She had told the school that he was visiting realities, not telling them some tragic accident and how he may or may not have died. She knew in her heart, that one day he would return. He would come through the door after saving the world. Everything would be happy again. But it still brought sadness to even think that Percy was gone. Her heart was saying, "He's alive!", while her mind was saying "There is no hope. He's gone." But she had to believe he was alive. He didn't do all of what he did just to disappear and...die.

Poseidon had warned her. A hero's fate is never good. But Percy had beaten the odds so many times, she just thought that maybe he could have a break! That he could actually live out in peace. He saved the world, what more could the Fates want from him? It made her sad and angry thinking about how the Fates already knew how and when he was going to die. The Fates were cruel.

She lost a lot in her life. Her parents died in a plane crash when she was little. She lost them. Then, she had to take care of her uncle. Even if that uncle didn't care much about her, she cared about him. And he was gone like the rest of him too. She thought she caught a break when she met Poseidon. But she should've known better. He was a god, she was a mortal. A queen of mortals. But she realized that a god could not rule her life. She needed to make her own path, and not have a god do it for her. She ended up loosing Poseidon just like the rest of her family.

Then, Percy was born. A bright spot filled with energy. Sally knew that he would rise to become a hero. She didn't want to lose Percy, but she knew she would be selfish keeping him close to her. That's why she married Gabe. That awful excuse of a human being was to protect Percy. Sure, he hit her, and probably did more things when she was at work, or behind her back, but all she cared about was keeping Percy alive and safe. She would have to suffer through. But now, she lost Percy again. Everyone she loved was disappearing. Hopefully Paul wasn't falling in this circle of events.

She looked at the clock. It was 12:03. A little after midnight. She decided to get up and go make a cup of tea. She got up, putting on slippers so her feet didn't have to hit the cold tile. Even the coldness of the tile could remind her of Percy. How cold the world she calls Earth could be. It was eerily silent. Of course, there were noises except for she the cars below hurrying around. But that day, it just seemed silent. No, that wasn't the word. It seemed empty. Sure, it had always been empty since Percy went missing, but that time it hit her like a ton of bricks that Percy might not come back. After months and months of telling herself that he will, she was starting to doubt. She prayed to the gods that she could just have some sort of sign telling her that she was alive.

She boiled some water on the stove, almost watching it boil. "A watched pot will never boil," she remembered her mother telling her when she was really little. When she was making her hot chocolate after a cold winter's day out. She smiled, thinking of the small memory of her mother. That was all she could really remember of her mother. And it was very faded, very old.

She looked over, and her water was boiled. She took out a mug, one that said "Word's Number One Mom!" She smiled, thinking about how Percy had got that for her for mother's day so long ago. She frowned, remembering he was gone, and put the mug back. She took out one that had no relationship to Percy, which was just a simple white one. She put in her tea bag and started stirring around the tea.

And that was when the phone rang. Her first thought was, Who would be calling at this ungodly night of the hour? Then she realized, she had prayed for a sign. Maybe there was a call from California, where ever that Roman camp was! She ran to the wall phone. It was on its last ring. Her heart fell when she saw that it was from Alaska. She had gotten her hopes up for nothing. Paul's voice came on the machine telling them to leave a message.

"Mom," The voice of Percy rang through the house when she replayed the message. Her cup of tea fell our of her hand and landed on the floor, splattering it all around the kitchen. Breaking into a million pieces. Shattering, just like Sally's heart had with Percy gone. "Hey, I'm alive." Hearing those words, Sally Jackson almost screamed with joy. She started crying, this time tears of joy, not sadness. "Hera put me to sleep for a while, and then she took my memory, and..." He paused for one of many reasons. Maybe he was getting attacked? Or maybe he was just thinking of a way to explain this crazy situation? Sally was falling towards the second answer. "Anyway, I'm okay. I'm sorry." She almost laughed. Leave it to Percy to apologize for something of his control. "I'm on a quest–" Sally could've sworn she heard him wince through the phone as if he just spilled the beans of what he was getting her for her birthday. Of course she would want to know this! She would be worried, but she wanted to know. "I'll make it home. I promise. Love you."

Paul entered the kitchen. "Sally, what's wrong? What's wrong?" He said, noticing the tears on her face. She played back the recording and Paul's face turned into a smile. "Call it back! See if he answers!" So she did. About a million times, but still no answer. She was too late. She should've just called him back as soon as she heard the message. She was happy though. Just knowing that he might have some of his memory back, enough to remember her and remember the house number.

"He remembers, Paul," She said, giving Paul a hug, tears streaming down her face. She pulled away, and a sudden realization hit her. "I have to contact camp. Oh gods, this will be great, then they will know for sure what was going on." She kept rambling about how happy it would make the camp, especially Annabeth and all his close friends. This was when Sally knew that she would see Percy again. He promised he would make it home. He isn't one to break promises without a fight. And if he causes a fight, she would almost feel bad for whoever would be on the other side. Almost. Actually not at all.

"Sally, you should wait until morning," Paul said. "I mean, no one is going to be up. It's past midnight. Contact camp in the morning." With that, Sally sighed and headed back to bed. A smile was plastered on her face. She thanked the gods for that. She needed that call from Alaska. She needed to know her little boy was okay. She was finally able to sleep. Sally knew that she would see Percy, even if it was not for a while. That hole in her heart seemed to knit itself back together, as she drifted off to sleep, thinking about her son that would be home soon. Sally had a feeling this would be a promise Percy tried his hardest to keep. And that was all she could hope for.

Did you like it? Hate it? Love it? Favorite it? Scarred for life at its awfulness? Tell me how you feel.

Anyways, Important update on my Mark of Athena. I am going to continue, I just have it on hold for a little bit while I get inspiration. I am also going to be writing a House of Hades and that will probably be up in one to three weekends from now. I also have an A/U (kind of) fan fiction I am almost done with Chapter one, and it is REALLY LONG, so be warned that might be up this weekend, or maybe even tomorrow. Who knows? Message me if you want the summary on what it is about. I am working on some others, not going to tell you what because I don't know if I will post them, but they may or may not be PJO related.

Anyways, I really just wanted to write this, I know it is not the best, but I felt compelled to write this.

Oh! I might do a reading the books series thing, but I'm not sure. Should I? Hm...If so, what book?

QUESTION OF THE STORY! This is going to be like a regular thing. Whoever answers this will get a dedication in the next chapter/story that I do. I might make this into a two shot where Sally tells the Camp, but I am not sure. Okay, the question is...What does Bacchus drink? (Mr. B drinks _ and Mr. D drinks Diet Coke. HINT HINT!) It is in The Mark of Athena.

Okay! Jillianne, signing off.

PEACE :D