2 chapters in one day, 3 in two days you're welcome. Now y'all are about to kill me for writing this.

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Percy's POV:

After Piper and Jason's wedding reception ended, Nico and Hazel shadow traveled them and a few others back to Camp half Blood with the help of Mrs. O'Leary. Jason and Piper had an overnight flight to Rome and left for the airport an hour after their reception. Percy and Annabeth had downplayed what had happened until the wedding was over because they didn't want to turn the attention away from the Grace's.

Once they were home, Annabeth had immediately changed out of her dress into his sweatshirt and shorts. She curled up on their bed under the covers, eyes closed but not asleep. Her breaths became elongated and heavy.

"Percy?" she mumbled.

Percy sat on the end of their bed in sweatpants and no shirt. "Yeah?"

"My stomach really hurts..."

"Do you think we need to go to the hospital?" He asked, rubbing her back.

"...Not yet... Clarisse took 8 shots while pregnant and her baby's okay," Annabeth recalled.

"But Clarisse's baby isn't at as much risk as ours," Percy reminded. He wasn't trying to scare her more than they already were, but he was so unsure himself. It took a lot for Percy to be scared, but when it came to his children, he would rather have them all safe than not.

"I just want to go to sleep..." Annabeth sighed. "We'll see if it's better in the morning."

Percy didn't want to wait and see if things got better, he wanted to know then. He got into bed with her and kissed the back of her neck. "I love you, Annabeth."

"I love you too, Percy." She twisted around so she faced him, still gripping her stomach. "I just don't know who would've spiked my drink..."

"Reyna's also got spiked so it may have been more people. And I don't know either, I wish I could tell you." Percy ran his thumb across her cheek softly. He continued to do so until she fell asleep. Percy checked on Silena and Luke (who had been graciously watched by Juniper and Grover) one last time before crawling back into bed with Annabeth. Even in her sleep, she looked anxious.

Percy sighed and turned off the light. Annabeth shifted around, trying to find a comfortable position while she slept. She pulled the covers up around her tighter and snuggled into his side subconsciously. Percy smiled and pulled her into him. Her head laid on his chest where she finally fully fell asleep.

He found it harder to keep his eyes open and before he knew it he was asleep, enjoying the small bit of peace. Even though they were worried about the baby, it was still so quiet, still, and calm.

Unfortunately, that would be the last bit of peace they had for a while.

At three in the morning, Percy woke up to Annabeth crying. He sat up and rubbed her back. "What's wrong?"

"It hurts," she cried.

"Where?"

"Everywhere." She was now sitting up in bed, doubled over in pain, clutching her stomach. She was breathing unevenly, trying to catch her breath while crying. "Percy... help me..."

There wasn't much he could do for her. "Okay, we need to go to the hospital now."

Annabeth croaked, "No..."

"Why?"

"I can't stand up... it hurts so bad..."

"Do you want me to carry you?" Percy asked.

He knew something was really wrong when she nodded. Annabeth was tough and didn't cry from physical pain that much. The amount of times she'd refused for him to carry her because she was hurt was a pretty high number.

Percy stood from their bed and walked around to her side. He went to pick her up but Annabeth gasped. All along her side of the bed where she had been sitting, was a pool of dark red blood.

~~~~~

About 2 hours later, Percy was still sitting in the waiting room. No one else was there except for him, which did not help his ADHD. Annabeth had been taken away the second they got there. Nico, who was walking around camp at that time, had offered to stay in the Jackson's home to make sure Silena and Luke were alright. Why he was awake, Percy didn't know. Nico had a tendency to not sleep.

He was so in thought he didn't notice Will standing in front of him. Will sat down next to him and gave a heavy sigh.

Percy's chest was tight. "...Will?"

"Yes...?"

"Did we lose the baby?"

Will swallowed hard and stared at the floor. "I'm sorry, Percy. There wasn't anything we could do."

Percy expected it, but still wasn't ready for it. It felt like he had been stabbed through the heart. He had lost so many friends, now he had lost his baby.

Will continued, "The baby had problems from the start. Obviously someone had managed to spike her drink because she still had alcohol in her system. I think that paired with the baby's brain damage-"

"Wait," Percy stopped him, "the baby did  have brain damage?"

Will looked up at him, confused. "Well, yeah. We knew this."

"Hera said that it looked like that but wasn't actually," Percy mentioned.

Will's face turned a sheet of white. "What else did she tell you?" Percy explained the encounter they had with her to Will. The second he finished, Will stood up. "I need my father, or Athena."

"Why?"

"Because clearly someone's lying, and I don't know who to trust." Will ran his hands through his hair.

"How's Annabeth?" Percy asked. The fact Will hadn't said anything about her yet made him nervous.

Will put his head in his hands. "She's crushed and hurt. She lost a lot of blood and we had to give her 2 units. She needs to see you."

Percy took a deep breath and stood up with Will. Without saying a word, Will led him through the hospital and stopped outside of the room.

"I'm going to IM my father," Will said. "I need him to figure out what's happening."

Percy nodded and Will excused himself and left. Percy slowly opened the door to the room. Inside, Annabeth sat sitting up in the hospital bed. She stared emptily out the window, silent tears running down her face. He walked over to her and sat in the chair next to Annabeth.

Percy took her hand and gave it a small squeeze. She didn't look at him or grip his hand back. "Wise Girl?" he asked gently.

Annabeth didn't respond.

"Annabeth, just say something to me, please," he begged.

"...What do you want me to say? My baby's dead. They're dead and it's all my fault," she cried. Annabeth didn't move to look at him, just stayed facing the window.

"It's not your fault, Wise Girl," he sighed.

"Then who's is it?" she mumbled.

"That is currently being discussed through Apollo and Will."

Annabeth didn't ask any questions on it. "I killed my baby... my baby's dead," she muttered.

Percy couldn't take it anymore. "Stop saying that."

"Saying what? That I killed my baby?"

"Stop saying 'my baby'. This was our baby, you aren't the only one who lost a child," he snapped.

Annabeth finally turned to look at him. Her gray eyes were red and puffy and dull, stripped of life. She stared at him for a count of 4 seconds before bursting back into tears. This time, she squeezed his hand.

Percy sat on the edge of her bed and cradled her like their baby he wouldn't be able to hold. Percy couldn't help but silently cry with her. He cried as Orpheus had for Eurydice, leaving her in the Underworld. The way Psyche cried for Eros after he fled, for she saw who he truly was. As Helen had for Paris during the Trojan War, as King Midas had for his daughter after turning her to gold. The way Athena cried for Pallas, killing her in a mock battle. As Apollo had for Daphne, never being able to love her again.

Annabeth held onto him tightly, crying her eyes out into his chest. Percy stroked her hair, his tears occasionally hitting the top of her head. He didn't say anything, neither did she. There was nothing to be said. They had lost their baby.

~~~~~

Apollo's POV:

On Olympus

Gods didn't sleep if they didn't want to. Apollo never did, always practicing some new song or making haikus. He had been a little bored until his son had IMed him. Of course he had been in New Rome not that long ago for Jason and Piper's wedding, but that was nothing.

Will stood in the Iris message in his scrubs and lab coat, both of which were coated in blood. Apollo dropped his guitar. Typically he would be far too busy to deal with such calls, or just too important. This however, amused him.

"What happened to you?" Apollo asked.

"Annabeth miscarried their baby," Will explained.

Apollo wasn't of particular closeness to Percy and Annabeth, but he couldn't help but feel sympathetic for them. He should know of all people, losing someone you love wasn't easy.

Will continued, "Do you have any knowledge behind their baby being some crazy powerful legacy?"

Apollo frowned. Legacies weren't ever powerful. Of course there was that one descendant of him, Octavian, but he didn't count. "No," Apollo answered, "their baby had a lot of problems-"

"So he/she wasn't supposed to be powerful?" Will asked urgently.

"Nope, just supposed to be like their other children, why?"

Will ran his hands through his hair. "That means Hera set them up."

Apollo did a double take, confused. "What are you talking about?"

Will's face drained of all it's color. "...Dad?"

"Yes?"

"Was Hera ever at Piper and Jason's wedding?"

Apollo thought for a second. "I think she was brief, I don't care for her though. I think she said something about swinging by to drop something off."

"So she was there?" Will repeated.

Apollo was about to say something, but the Iris message told them they only had a minute left before inserting another drachma. "Curse you, Iris." He snapped his fingers and Will now stood in front of him.

"Um," Will started. "I can't really be here right now-"

"I'll send you back once we're done," Apollo reassured. "But yes, I think Hera was there for a little bit."

Will cursed. Apollo looked him up and down. "You are making this really confusing for some of us, so explain."

Will did so, explaining what Hera had told Annabeth.

Apollo leaned back in his seat. "So you think that Hera spiked her drink?"

Will nodded.

Apollo shook his head, "I'm not surprised." He stood up and dragged Will with him.

Will asked, "Where are we going?"

"To the throne room. I don't care for mortals but a certain goddess needs to explain something," Apollo stated.

"Uh," Will said, "I don't want to get smited by certain gods, and I have patients to care for so can I leave?"

Apollo sighed, "Yes, good luck, son." He snapped his fingers and Will was gone. Apollo continued his way to the throne room. Hestia was already there, but she always was. He never paid much attention to her. He called for the rest of the gods into the room. One by one, they either flashed in or walked in. Aphrodite was in a nightie that was a little too short for her own good. The only one missing was Hera.

"Where's Hera?" Apollo asked.

"Asleep," Zeus answered. "Now what do you want?"

"Well I kind of need her in here," Apollo said slowly, fearing his father.

Thankfully no one had to go wake her up, because her all holiness came strutting through the doors in her silk nightgown. "What could you possibly need at this hour?" she groaned.

"I think I need you to explain what you did to these two," he said, pointing to Athena and Poseidon.

Hera stared blankly at him. "What did I do?"

"Well more of what you did to their children," Apollo corrected.

Hera froze. Athena looked between the two of them. Poseidon looked confused as well.

"Hera," Athena started, "What the hell did you do?"

Hera crossed her arms. "I don't know what he's talking about."

Apollo almost laughed at her. "You know what you did, maybe not how it ended but you know damn well what you did. I don't even care for mortals and I know what you did!"

Poseidon stared down at her. "Hera, what did you do?"

"I told you I didn't do anything!" she huffed.

Apollo outed her. "She lied to the girl, Annabeth, and told her that their baby was supposed to be some powerful legacy and that we lied to her about the baby being sick."

Zeus frowned, "I never even knew something was wrong with their child."

"They had some form of permanent brain damage." Apollo pointed an accusing finger at Hera. "This one told Annabeth that their baby was a threat to Olympus and to kill it immediately."

Aphrodite gasped, "Hera! How can you say that to my OTP?!"

Apollo turned towards Aphrodite, "She then proceeded to spike her drink at your daughter's wedding, which was the last thing that baby needed." He turned back to Hera. "So congratulations, you killed Percy and Annabeth's baby."

Hestia spoke from the hearth quietly. "What?"

Everyone turned to her. Hestia never said anything. Still, Apollo answered her, "Annabeth miscarried their baby a few hours ago."

From behind him, Aphrodite fell to the floor, crying. Hestia stayed sitting, but also started crying. Poseidon looked ready to stab her, and the ground started to shake. Athena on the other hand, promptly walked up to Hera and backhanded her across the face. The rest of the gods stood there, shocked.

Athena held her spear to Hera's throat, tears brimmed her eyes. "Why? Why did you kill it?!" she yelled.

Hera blinked and didn't say anything.

Athena pushed her spear harder at her throat, a trail of golden blood coming down. "Answer my question, you bitch."

Zeus pulled Athena back, but not with much force. "That's enough, Athena."

"Answer, Hera," Poseidon ordered, gripping his trident harder.

"I... I don't know," she answered.

Demeter scoffed from the back of the room. "You go along and kill the world's most powerful demigods' baby, and you don't know why? Do you know how dumb that sounds-"

Hera turned to Athena. "Because I can't stand that whore you call your daughter."

Artemis notched an arrow and pointed it in the general direction of Hera. "You mean you can't stand to watch two kids who should've ended up hating each other have a better marriage than you."

Hera rolled her eyes and went to leave the room. As she did, Hermes yanked her backwards, stopping her. "Hey!" she yelled.

"We aren't done here," Hermes said. "Zeus, you just aren't going to do anything?"

Zeus hesitated before speaking. "It's already done, nothing we can fix now."

Poseidon stared him down. "So you're just going to let her get away with it?"

"The child is already dead, I can't change that," he argued.

Poseidon and Zeus started arguing, as did Athena and Hera. Gods started to pick sides and it turned to chaos. The thing that surprisingly stopped them, was Hestia.

Hestia erupted her flame 50 feet in the air and allowed it to fill the room for a small second. Everyone stared at her like she was crazy. She no longer looked like the 8-year-old that Apollo usually saw her as, but now stood up and looked around 20.

"Deeply sorry your majesties," she mocked. "But this is how we have started multiple wars so I would greatly appreciate it if we didn't start picking sides and fighting!"

Everyone went silent. Hestia never said anything to contribute to Olympian conversations. Yet here she was, literally flaming. She flopped back down on the floor in front of the hearth.

She sighed, "We make sure the baby makes it into Elysium first. Then, we see how Percy and Annabeth are. Somewhere in between there, we punish Hera."

Hera scoffed, "Who are you to tell me my 'punishment'?"

Hestia stood back up and lit her hands on fire, glaring at Hera. Artemis put her hand on her shoulder as Zeus did to Hera, stopping them from doing anything bad. Hestia put her flame out in both her hands and her hearth. She grabbed her pot of fire that she carried around with her whenever she left to go somewhere, and walked towards the door. Before she left, she turned to the gods.

"I am the goddess of the home and have kept your family together for the past 2,000 years. I have overseen your sacrifices and kept the hearth burning for your comfort. I think you people need to learn what it's like without someone silently preventing all of you from killing each other."

Hestia walked out the door, smoke still coming from her hearth.

Hephaestus was the first to speak. "...when was the last time her fire purposefully went out?"

Aphrodite blinked, "When was the last time she talked?"

"Doesn't matter," Athena said, turning back to Hera. "Make her mortal."

Half the other gods nodded in agreement. Hera raised her hands, "Okay, calm down-"

"We will discuss this in the morning!" Zeus yelled. "Meeting adjourned."

Most of the gods left the room, except for Athena, Artemis, and Aphrodite. They all sat on their thrones. Apollo was about to leave but was stopped by the goddess of wisdom. "Apollo?"

He turned around, "Yes?"

"How is my daughter?" she asked.

"I don't know," he admitted. "My son, Will, was the one who came and told me. They had all been confused on how the baby had really died, and asked me about Hera."

Athena nodded sadly and didn't say anything else. Aphrodite started to cry harder.

"What's wrong with you?" Artemis asked Aphrodite. "Besides what just happened."

Aphrodite sniffled, "Because I was supposed to see another little baby from my favorite couple, now it's dead. And Hestia left, so I'm freezing!"

Apollo shivered as she said that. Without her small fire going, the place seemed dark and cold. It didn't feel like home.

Artemis sighed, "I need to go to camp now."

"Why? It's not like there's a baby to birth," Apollo said.

Artemis smacked him upside the head. "Because Thalia will want to see Annabeth."

Apollo always felt weird when Thalia was brought up, namely because he had flirted with her once before finding out they were half-siblings.

"I'm gonna leave now," Apollo said, heading towards the door. This time, no one stopped him.

~~~~~

Percy's POV:

Annabeth had been kept in the hospital for the day before being discharged at night. Of course, rumors had spread like wildfire through camp, but none were true. When they got home, Hestia sat in front of their fireplace. She had both Luke and Silena in her arms. Big shock, Luke was tugging at her headscarf while Silena was asleep.

"Hello, Perseus, Annabeth," she greeted.

"Hi, Hestia," Percy said. Percy carried Annabeth upstairs, who was about to fall asleep. Hestia followed behind him and walked into the nursery, putting the twins down for bed. Percy tucked Annabeth under the covers and kissed her cheek before leaving.

As he was about to shut the door, Hestia walked through. She sat on the edge of the bed next to Annabeth. Hestia touched her forehead, immediately Annabeth looked better. Her jagged breathing stopped, her tossing and turning ceased, and her facial features relaxed.

Hestia left the room and closed the door shut. She walked downstairs, ignoring Percy. She sat back down in front of the fireplace, tending to the hearth. Percy followed her down and sat on the couch.

"Thank you," he whispered, "for watching them."

Hestia smiled, "Anything for you, Perseus."

From outside, thunder rolled across the sky. Thanks to the borders, no rain came in but he assumed there was a bad storm in NYC.

"What happened on Olympus?" he asked.

"They were fighting," Hestia sighed. "Over Hera."

Percy's chest tightened, "So it was her?"

Hestia nodded solemnly. "I am sorry about your baby." Percy looked at the floor. He wanted to say that it was fine, but it wasn't really 'fine'. Hestia glanced at him, taking note of his silence. "I'm going away," she stated.

That got his attention. "Where?"

"I am going to Rome for a week." She stopped tending to her fire and faced Percy. "My biggest fear is failure. Domestic harm among the Olympians and unrest. I have kept them from killing each other for 2,000 years, and I'm tired. I snapped at Hera, yelled at her and the rest of the gods. I feel so... out of character leaving. But I have to, they need to see what happens without me. I was one of the first Olympians, and am now the Last Olympian. I was dethroned by Dionysus. So I'm going to my forum in Rome, where my Vestal Virgins once were. My hearth is out on Olympus and will be here soon. It will go out at Camp Jupiter too. But it's been out in Rome for too long, I'm going there to rest. I will make sure the fire in your home stays lit, however."

Percy was surprised by her. Hestia yelling at the gods was the furthest thing from her. In her case though, he would also be tired of sitting on the floor in front of a fire for 2,000 years listening to the Olympians. "Be safe, Hestia. And I hope you enjoy your time away from here."

Hestia stood and smiled at him. "I may be leaving the West, but my presence stays in your home always." She handed him a vial of clear liquid. "Give this to your wife in the morning, to help her heal. As for yourself, Perseus, you need to sleep."

Percy nodded and took the vial from her. Hestia hugged him. It felt like the world had been taken off his shoulders. She was so warm and sincere yet gentle. His muscles relaxed and he felt a sense of relief. "Thank you, Hestia."

She smiled at him. "Always." She grabbed her pot before disappearing in a column of fire.