Sally POV:

"You." Percy said to me, and I looked up, afraid. He continued. "You did this. It's your fault."

"What?" I asked, confused at his accusation.

"You are the reason she's like this!" He screamed. I wasn't even upset. I wasn't afraid, not anymore. Poseidon's seaweed green eyes had never scared me, and Percy's, my own son's wouldn't, either."

"It's my fault that you knocked up Annabeth? It's my fault that you weren't responsible enough to take care of your own child? It's my fault that you were so freaking stupid that you had to--" I caught myself. No. That was too far.

I looked at Percy, pain in my eyes. He looked at me. Only he wasn't in pain. He was angry. "I had to what, Mom?" he asked. I knew he already knew what I was going to say. Paul, ever the savior, butted in right then to break us up.

"Hey," he looked from me to Percy and back to me. "Stop this." Percy just got angrier. It was something I had always hated about Poseidon. He never could back down from an argument.

"You," he spat at Paul, "are not my father." he finished. I could tell a moment later that he didn't mean it. It was true, but it was also very hurtful, as Paul had always thought of Percy as one of his own. He let out a deep, low growl.

"And you," Paul mimicked Percy. "Are not my son. But you are hers," he pointed to Sally. "And you are going to apologize." Percy didn't move. "Now."