This is just a short fic based off of a picture a friend showed me. R&R please! Disclaimer: I own none of PJO or HoO

(This is all in Percy's POV, and they're on the Argo II, and let's just say this happened sometime before they got to Rome)

Rating this T just in case - for slight use of language.

We were all on deck discussing plans for when we landed in Rome when Jason sauntered up, his eyes looking more dilated than usual. We all turned except Nico, who was captured by Jason from behind.

At first no one spoke. His arms wrapped around Nico and the stupid grin on his face were enough to keep us stunned for a few seconds. "Isss okay, Nico my boy," he slurred, erupting into a fit of totally un-Jason like giggles. He sounded like a four year old. Definitely wasted. On a ship in the air in the middle of the night though, I'm pretty sure even Annabeth didn't know how.

"Jason," Hazel spoke up, not exactly looking confused like the rest of us. More like pissed. "Get. Your hands. Off. My brother."

Jason started to pull away, (painstakingly slowly, but still away) but when Nico shot Hazel a grateful look Jason smirked and hugged the poor boy even tighter. Nico looked mortified. "Didn't I tell you before never to -" Jason interrupted, laughing much louder than necessary, then lowered his voice to a whisper. "I bet you wish I was him right now." Call me crazy, but it looked like Jason glanced in my direction for a second before Nico turned a deep shade of red. I couldn't tell if it was out of embarrassment of anger. Both probably.

I guess the others knew something about Nico that I didn't, because no one spoke. Hazel looked ready to kill. Annabeth had that look in her eyes. The one that meant she was thinking, piecing things together. Of course Frank was so openly lost, though he tried to help by restraining Hazel, and Piper was both seething and sympathetic at the same time somehow. Probably wondering why her boyfriend had his arms around another … guy. Leo was no where to be seen.

Whoa wait. Backtrack. Was .. could Jason be … nah. Never mind. He liked Piper way too much. Well I was stumped, but Annabeth seemed to have it all figured out. If she really did, she didn't bother to tell me.

"Hhhey Nico," Jason taunted, pulling at Nico's hair, still with one arm wrapped around the kid's waist. Nico took this as a chance to try and break free, but even drunk Jason was pretty strong. "Niiiicoooooo," he called again, a bit louder. Nico looked like he was about to be sick. "How about … we go for a little ride. We can go see how ghost king you are in bed. Just pretend I'm P-" Nico was able to twist enough to elbow him in the gut, but he really paled over whatever Jason was about to say. Maybe Nico had a crush on Piper and not Annabeth.

It sounded pretty unlikely, but you never knew with that kid. Before Hazel could break free of Franks grasp and wreck the whole ship trying to get Jason, Piper spoke up with just enough charmspeak to get everyone to freeze. "Guys, let's not get too … hasty. We'll work this out. Now Jason, please let go of Nico." It sounded more like a 'you'll be hearing about this later' kind of threat.

Against his will, he let go of Nico, who didn't stop to wait for instructions before running below deck looking like he needed to go kill some dead people to get all of his anger out.

Piper was probably about to call him back, but thought better of it. She turned back to Jason, but as soon as she opened her mouth he opened his and released a wave of puke worthy of Poseidon. As soon as it all left him he collapsed. Right into it, naturally. The girls (Piper and Annabeth, anyway) gasped when his head hit the ground. But to be honest, I thought he should be immune to head trauma by now, considering how many battles he'd spent knocked out on the floor.

I only groaned, and Frank shared my look. This probably meant we had to carry his drunk, puke covered, unconscious ass down a whole flight of stars without dropping him lest we face the wrath of Piper, and the only person heavier than him on this ship was Frank.

I scooted away quietly, inching towards the stars, but Annabeth grabbed my arm with a silent warning. Hazel finally stormed away, and Frank went after her. I gaped at his retreating body. "You let him go? He's like, the strongest one here and you expect me to carry this," I motioned with both arms to Jason, "and take it all the way to its room without getting its guts all over me?"

"His not its," Piper said, giving me a pointed glare. I rolled my eyes. "How about I go talk to Nico instead, see how he's holding up?"

"No," Annabeth said almost immediately. "You get Jason. Someone has to."

"What about Coach Hedge? He doesn't do anything!"

"Quit complaining. You're a son of Poseidon, not Aphrodite. You'll figure something out." She glanced apologetically towards Piper. "No offense."

"None taken."

"Just clean him up. Piper and I … oh Piper and I are going to go and find Valdez." There was a bit of a glint in her eye. I figured that it most likely wasn't a good thing for Leo. I sent a silent prayer to the gods for his sake.

Once they were gone, I crouched by Jason and sighed. I figured I might as well clean him up first. A little salt water never hurt anyone. But of course nothing ever goes my way. It took me a minute of trying to summon a wave to realize we were hundreds of feet in the air flying over Europe. Great. Wonderful. Fantastic! JUst my luck. No wait, not my luck. Luck doesn't exist in the life of demigods. Especially this demigod. I would've found a way to send an entire seven course meal in one offering for a bit of my old man's help about now.

And that's it. Hope you enjoyed!