Summary: Frederick Chase is failing history, and it's going to take a miracle to pass. Slight Frederick/Athena.
Frederick Chase sighed. It was clear upon receiving the grade for his most recent exam that he was going to fail history. He had encountered no troubles for his masters degree, but that was before he had discovered the Sopwith Camel. Now, his assigned study times were filled with research or some exciting new book about the biplane, instead of actual studying. With finals coming up, and his dream job as a historian on the line, there was no room for distraction. Frederick knew that something had to be done. Quickly.
Frederick glanced up from his textbook as a pretty young woman with curly blonde hair slid into the seat across from him. "Hello," he said, bewildered. He couldn't even remember the last time a girl had voluntarily talked to him, let alone one as stunning as the one currently sitting opposite him.
The woman returned his greeting with a nod. "You seem to be having trouble," she said, gesturing toward his pile of notes.
"Yes -- I don't believe I caught your name," he told her, attempting to avoid making a fool of himself.
She looked at him with even grey eyes that pierced his soul. "I am called Athena," she replied. "And you are Frederick Chase."
"That's right," he said, taken aback. "How did you know?"
"I know many things, Mr. Chase. Would you like some help?"
"Please, that would be wonderful." Frederick heaved a sigh of relief.
Athena smiled. "All you need are some better study habits."
They spent hours in the library, pouring over books; Frederick feverishly jotting notes and Athena explaining concepts he was unfamiliar with. When the two of them had finally covered all the material necessary for Frederick's final exam, the woman stood up.
"Thank you for studying with me, Athena," Frederick told her. "You are very knowledgeable about history."
She regarded him solemnly. "It was my pleasure, Frederick." And with that, she swept out of the room and out of his life.
Nine months after successfully graduating from Harvard University, Frederick approached the door of his apartment, attempting to juggle a full load of groceries with one hand and find his house keys with the other. The man stopped short at the cradle sitting on his doorstep. 'A baby?' Frederick thought. Carefully laid on top of the sleeping child was a single type-written sheet of paper. He craned his neck to read it.
What Frederick saw next sent his groceries crashing to the ground.
This is your daughter.
A/N: On the United Kingdom website for the Percy Jackson series, Athena states that she is one of the three maiden goddesses (along with Artemis and Hestia), and where do you think the word "brainchild" comes from anyway? So I came to the conclusion that Athena becomes pregnant through brainwaves. (After Battle of the Labyrinth, I'm glad to see I'm right.)