Summary: Blood is thicker than water. And dead men tell no tales. One-shots, dark!Sally, dark!Percy.

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Sally kissed a seven-year-old Percy's forehead. "Thank you, sweetie," she said. "You did me a huge favor."

Percy beamed. "Yeah, he was a meanie!"

Sally giggled. "Yes, he was."

Percy frowned slightly. "Why'd you marry him, anyway?"

Sally hummed. "I had my reasons...none of which really matter right now."

Percy pouted. "Okay," he muttered despondently. Sally giggled again, ruffling his damp hair.

"Really," she said. "Today's been a long day. You should get some sleep."

"But I don't wanna!"

"Percy," she said, "you look tired. Your eyes are red."

"No!" Percy disagreed. "They're just covered!"

"Your eyes are clear, sweetie," Sally corrected. "Now, come on, let's run you a bath."

"Not a shower?" Percy asked.

"Well...shower first, then bath," Sally decided. She grinned. "A bubble bath. But only after we get you squeaky clean, okay? Because you smell," she teased.

Percy pouted. "I don't smell that bad..." he muttered.

"You've been in here for a while. I just came in. Trust me, sweetie, you reek."

Percy 'humph'ed and turned so that his back was facing her.

Sally sighed. "Come on, Percy."

"...fine."

Sally led him to the bathroom to get him cleaned up, barely giving the mess Percy made a glance.

Absentmindedly, she thought, "Red looks good on the walls."

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The next day, there was a missing-person case filed for Gabe Ugliano.

They never found him.

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The End

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I haven't been in the PJO fandom lately so I don't know if a lot of people have done this or not. Whatever. I tried to build it up...I feel like I failed. Horribly.

Eh. I hope you all liked it!

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