Fifty-Fifty, Companion piece to 'The World isn't Fair'. Reyna centric. By Bee.

I apologize if some of the events are out of order, I left my copy of SoN at my father's house. Yeah, this is slightly depressing like the other one, but I just realized that my multi chaptered fic's only got like, one anonymous review, and my oneshot's got like, six or something. So, I would like it if someone reviewed my other stories, just so I know that I shouldn't take it down or something. Thank you. T for a swear. And general angstiness.

Once again, I would like to remind you that this is not how I want the books to go, and that I hate Jason. If you would like to rant in harmony with me, just PM me, and I can talk to you, pretty much about anything. Thanks.

Fifty-Fifty

Waiting.

It feels like forever.

Waiting.

Waiting for him.

You. His girlfriend, Well, you think you're his girlfriend. You don't have time to check before he disappears. But you do know that you love him, and it breaks your heart to stop looking, because you're the Praetor. You're Reyna. The girl with no emotions, who cares for nothing but her position, and her duty.

It's been months. One day, Frank and Hazel rush into the camp, with a black-haired, green-eyed boy wearing an orange shirt. He explains how a goddess- Juno, (you find it strange how he calls her Hera, but you don't let it show) spoke to him, and told him to come here. Well, if Juno, Jason's patron appeared before him, then it must be something to do with your missing fellow praetor (boyfriend? Friend? You don't know), and you can finally do something to help!

But, no. Mars comes, claims Frank as his son, surprising them all, (who would've thought the chubby Chinese boy was a child of the God of war?) and issues a quest-scaring the crap out of Octavian while he's at it, not that you mind at all- and Percy, Hazel and Frank set off, to save the world. Because you're Reyna, the robot, the Praetor, who cares for nothing but her duty, and never gets to do a Godsdamned thing at all! You just sit there, and command your troops. Never. Helping. Anyone. At. All.

Then, there's a battle. And you're losing. And suddenly, you realize just how much you depend on Jason. Sure, everyone thinks you're an emotionless robot who nothing affects, but you realize you need Jason, not just because you can't lead troops worth crap without him, but because he completes you, you're nothing without him. You're the damsel in distress, he's the golden-haired knight who rescues you without breaking a sweat. He's Jason.

Percy arrives with Hazel, Frank, a legendary horse and a Cyclops lugging a cart full of imperial gold weapons. You can hardly believe it. He actually did it. And, more importantly, he got the eagle. The eagle. So, with that extra help and hope, you won the battle. La di da di da.

Next, there's the message, saying the Greeks will be there soon, in a motherfucking warship. Normally, you would be screaming (mentally) about Graecus invading the camp, but you don't, because Jason's on there. And you need him.

They arrive. You look up at the railings, and you see a tanned blonde girl rush down and kiss Percy. Then you see him. Jason. He sprints down towards you, and you just have time to see a broken- hearted expression on the face of a brown-haired girl before Jason kisses you, and you kiss him back and it's so, so good and perfectly perfect.

There's a war. Blah blah blah. You don't care so much when you win, you just care that Jason's there beside you. You need him. And he knows it. You are disgusted with yourself. Reyna the robot, dependent on a boy, the girl who once considered joining the eternal maidens of Diane-Hunters of Artemis- just for the heck of it? But you can't help it.

You love Jason. He loves you back (you think, you can't be sure) and you need him there, it feels like you can't breathe when he's gone. And sometimes, when you tell him you love him, you think you see a malicious flicker in his blue, blue eyes that you are obsessed with. But you must be mistaken, he's Jason, he's perfect.

You grow up.

Percy marries Annabeth.

Chris marries Clarisse.

Travis marries Katie.

Connor marries Eleanor, a daughter of Trivia.

You marry Jason.

And everything's so perfect.

You move to England. Jason says it's much better than America, but honestly, you don't agree. You don't tell him this, because he might get angry, and you don't want him to be mad at you.

After years of marriage, you confide in him that you want kids. He laughs and says 'You can't be serious, Rey. What would we do with them?' You drop the matter after that, because you have to do what Jason wants.

You love him, you hate loving him. You are completely, utterly dependent on him, because you know, if he left you, you would crack. You need him.

And he knows it.

Finally, after four days of deleting, editing and typing, it's finished. I wonder why this took me much longer than the other one, I don't know. Reviews are Totally Awesome.