I don't own PJO. But honestly, you knew that.

For Jason Grace, everything was upside down.

Sitting in Bunker 9, he was waiting on Leo and Piper to come back from the Hecate cabin with those magical fibers. He wasn't sure what he needed magical fibers for, or why he'd insisted that Piper go with him, but he was grateful for the moment of peace.

Not that he didn't like hanging out with the daughter of Aphrodite. She was girlfriend now. Gods, why did that word terrify him?

He knew it wasn't the idea of being a boyfriend. Even though Piper could do some serious damage if they broke up, what with her charmspeak and stuff, that wasn't what was nagging at the back of his mind.

His heart told him it was right. Wasn't that what you were supposed to listen to? Honestly, isn't that the kind of things girls went for? (Not that Piper was into that mushy stuff. For a daughter of Aphrodite, she sure as heck didn't like teen romance)

It was his mind that was giving him trouble. His stupid memories hadn't returned at all yet. Only small glimpses of things that didn't even make any sense. War games. Purple cloaks. Stuffed animals and red lightning.

He winced as they came in a rush, clouding his head and making his brain hurt. Whenever he tried to think of the Roman Camp (he didn't even have a name for the place yet) certain names would come to mind. Dakota, which he wasn't sure whether it was a girl or a guy. Gwen, which came with a nice little flash of blue eyes. Hazel, which reminded him of brown curly hair. The name Bobby came with an image of an elephant in battle armor. That, he was curious about.

But whenever he thought of Piper; her mutli-colored eyes and long dark hair, he thought of another name.

Reyna.

No glimpses, no eyes, not animals parading in armor, just the sucky feeling that he was doing something wrong. And it came at the absolute worst times! Whenever Piper tried to pull their hands together, guilt would knot up into his stomach. If she leaned in for a kiss, he swore he heard crying. It gave him nightmares as he tried to think about what she would even remotely look like. Maybe like Piper, a little, which is why he thought about her around his girlfriend?

No, he would remember being around a girl like Piper. Then again, he'd though the same thing when getting up on that damn bus in Arizona.

He ran his hands through his blonde hair and heaved a sigh. She'd probably have dark hair, and maybe have dark eyes. Reyna wouldn't like romance either. And she would save Jason's ass like Piper had several times. They would have been friends before… his eyebrows knit. Why was this all sounding familiar?

Reyna… he had to remember her so well for a reason. But he had to forget her more than anyone else for some reason too. He sighed, and looked at the sky.

"If I'm doing something wrong, send me a sign any of you. Just please, I need to know."

Nothing happened, like Jason suspected. Tyche, er, Fortuna must really hate him.

"You are doing something wrong. You're moping around while I'm holding this rather heavy package. Jason, be a dear and hold this before my arms fall off from exhaustion,"

Leo and Piper were struggling to come uphill with whatever it was they had in that giant white box. A female voice called out "Don't drop it, Valdez! Do you know how long it took to make those?"

"I can't even fathom," Leo retorted. His normally curly hair was flat on his face. Piper's face was beaded with sweat. She gave him a pointed look with a fake smile.

"You mind?" she stated, like it wasn't really a question. Jason took the box from underneath their hands. For a moment, Jason's face and arms tingled with heat, like Leo had lit tiny fires along is veins. It was pleasurable, though an after effect made it feel like his arm hair was singed.

He vaguely remembered a time when his butt had been saved during a Hydra attack. He could smell smoke and see devastation. A girl smashed into him, hiding from something.

She turned to him. Glossy dark eyes pleaded for help, though her face was a warrior's mask. Her dark hair fell around her shoulders, and she looked from behind their hiding place, before running back again, holding her shield to her face as Jason pulled her back down.

"Jason? Jason!" He heard Piper say. She was shaking her hands in his face rapidly, as though he were blind. "Hello?" she asked.

Jason blinked, putting his hand on his forehead. The world felt like it was shaken from underneath him. He couldn't tell Piper. He wouldn't. Because now, things were on a whole new level.

It was as upside down as it could get. And Jason was hating every minute of it.

So, I updated the story a bit. I know they were supposed to be drabbles, but the short length was killing me.