Author's Note - Long time, huh? Sorry! But here's an offering, as compensation. Hope you guys like it. I think I'll update unpredictability sometime soon, but for now, please make do with this.

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Jason

"Shi-hit" said Leo, taking in the view.

The word wasn't enough to describe what they were beholding at that moment. Jason knew that, but even then, he involuntarily let loose the word.

"Yeah, shi-hit."

Eight months. He'd remembered everything about his home, except for what it exactly looked like. Sometimes, messy images came floating into his head, a field, some big aque-something, and a whole lot of columned buildings, but he'd NEVER, repeat, NEVER imagined it to be this magnificent.

There were only two problems, one, the camp, his home, seemed to have gone through the attack which Jason had hoped to fight against, but wasn't able to because of a minor breakdown of the ship, Argo II's, mechanism. The camp was filled with craters and damaged buildings and broken statues and stuff. He felt angry thinking about the attack, and the fact that he was unable to be with his fellow legionnaires when the attack took place.

The other problem, and the slightly bigger one, was that the Roman-campers were marching up, weapons -in-hand, and coming to a stand-still near the place where the ship was landing. Probably, getting ready to impale the occupants of the Argo II, if they tried to, how did the New Yorkers say it? Fuck with them.

He saw all they familiar faces and felt ecstasy at the sight of Dakota, Hazel, Gwen, and... he frowned. He couldn't find her. The one person he wanted to see the most. The dark haired girl who had both the characteristics a Roman-girl could possibly yearn for. Beauty and murderous tactics.

He searched and searched, but she was nowhere to be be seen.

In his eight months, ever since his memory came back, his heart had been jet-lagged, because of his longing for piper, and his lust for 'the girl'.

As his eyes swept through the roman grounds, hungrily taking in the features of the camp, he ultimately saw the only thing he hated about camp. A psychotic-asshole, holding a teddy-bear and a knife.

Octavian.

He clenched his teeth, and his expression darkened.

"Bro?" Leo asked worriedly.

Jason looked away.

"Yeah?" he said.

"You, like, zoned out and started going through a face fashion show. I don't think Zsa Zsa Gabor got married the number of times your expression changed in the last few seconds."

Jason grinned. The thing he liked most about the Greeks was their sense of humor. The Romans had a severe lack of humor. Guess California did that to you, with all the people acting nice and laidback and stuff.

He quickly shook his head. What had come of him? He almost felt like he'd been 'New Yorker-ed'.

"Dude! Seriously! You look crazy, stop doing that!" Leo said, shaking his head, like he was trying to shake off the images of Jason zoning-out.

Jason nodded.

"Anchor!" screamed Jake, the former Hephaestus-cabin head. Jason had come to like him, and all the other Hephaestus cabin members as well. They'd seemed so free and relaxed ever since the curse was taken off of their cabin. He loved their free nature.

Jason had actually started to feel like Camp Half-Blood was his second home.

BUMP. The ship shook, as it hit the ground. A vibration went through the whole body of the ship, and then, it finally stood still. Anchored, as a son of Poseidon, ... or Neptune, or... oh whatever! As a son of "The-handsome-guy-with-the-big-'all-powerful'-trident,"would say.

A horn blew and Jason finally came back to his senses. He looked at the assembled demigods, and even though they couldn't see him, and were currently trying to decide which weapon would be best to use to kill them, he smiled.

He closed his eyes and breathed in the air, and finally felt like he was home.

"Like it?"

Piper had come up beside him and was smiling at him.

"Y-Yeah." Jason stammered, as his memories of her, the other girl, had started to come back, he'd started feeling a bit guilty about Piper, even though he wasn't officially involved with any of them.

"Lets go then." Said Annabeth, who, like Piper, had come up and was standing next to him, looking wistful, as if a long lost piece of her soul waited for her in that camp.

Annabeth

She'd been looking over the railing, her eyes frantically searching for that messy mop of jet-black hair. But her search yielded her nothing. She felt desperate, but she didn't let it show. She didn't want to look like a heart-broken idiot looking around for her Prince Charming, who in all probability didn't even remember her. Her eyes stung at the thought, but she quickly shook that feeling away.

She tried to think about other things. The beautiful buildings, the gigantic aqueduct, the marvelous coliseum... but her mind still wondered back to him. She didn't want to break down. Not now, after eight months. She'd done so well, she couldn't mess up now!

Piper placed a hand on her shoulder, and smiled, giving her consolation, just like Annabeth herself had, when Piper had come to camp the first time.

"Hey, we've landed," she said, Annabeth was so engrossed in her thoughts she hadn't even noticed, "Come on."

They went to Jason, and after he shared and intense moment with Piper, Annabeth broke the ice, as she said, "Lets go then."

As if on cue, a horn blew, signaling them to come down.

The campers on board had started gathering around them, and then finally, Travis said, "You know, I think I look too much like a Greek God to go down there. They'd understand when they see how awesomely handsome I look. So I guess Jason should go instead."

Everyone looked at Jason. He slowly nodded, and gave them a smile. Then he turned towards Annabeth and his expression became hard to read.

"You wanna come with me?" Jason asked, his voice a mixture of emotions.

She almost understood what he felt like, "Sure."

"Leo!" Jason called.

"Yeah! Right up!"

BANG! The gangway descended. Well, actually, it simply fell, but descended seemed more regal, so to say.

"Dude!" said Jason, squishing his eyes together, and making a disgruntled expression.

"Sorry!" Leo called.

"Anyway, lets go."

Annabeth and Leo, slowly got down the gangway. They were aware of the number of eyes on them, trying to figure out their intentions, spears at the ready. If they suspected the Greeks, well, Annabeth shuddered...

Their expression seemed to have brightened after seeing Jason, but they still looked at Annabeth with obvious distaste.

"We shall have to talk to their praetors. We'll have to convince the-" his voice trailed off, and he started to stare at something.

Annabeth followed his line of sight and saw what it, or rather, she, was.

"Oh."

There, standing in front of them, was a girl in a bed-sheet with a purple mattress billowing behind her. Weird.

But that wasn't all that caught Annabeth's eye.

The girl looked beautiful.

She had long dark hair, and glowing skin. Her lips were completely pink. Her eyebrows went up in majestic arcs above her eyes.

Her eyes.

They were what really caught Annabeth's attention. They were determined, with a glint that gave them their regal aura. Her eyes seemed like they were secretly thinking about the best way to kill the person they were looking at.

She looked at her anxiously, and when Annabeth smiled, she didn't return it.

Then she looked at Jason, and her eyes grew to the size of golf balls. Her lips almost bent into a smile, but just then her jaw dropped open, and a little bit of water crept to the sides of her eyes.

Then Annabeth realized she had seen this girl, she had a faint idea about what she did to this girl, but she didn't dare say it right there.

"Jason?" The girl asked, her voice on the verge of cracking.

"Reyna," Jason breathed.

Oh great, thought Annabeth, the GUY gets his love as I stand by. No matter, I'll just look through every single camper at this haven of destructive youths, until I find the love of my life. And when I do, I'll punch him so hard, he'll think his ass is his mouth, that lousy pig, I wont even talk to him, I'll kick him, and drive a fork through his Wang, or ouch that'd be harsh, so I guess I'll just drive it into his ass instea-

And then she saw him.

He was standing there looking at her, from a place a little bit behind Reyna. He was also wearing a bed-sheet? and that same purple mattress. Wow. He had ripped pecs, alright. She was almost starting to get horn- Oh shut up Annabeth, you meet this ass after eight whole months and immediately start thinking about, her mind warmed up, sexxxxx... Oh shit, he looked hot.

He started walking up towards her, and she gulped. He looked so awesome. Had he grown muscular since she last saw him? Definitely.

His untidy mop of black hair fell over one of his eyes, which shone like emeralds, boring right into her, making her feel feeble inside.

She too started walking upto him, and suddenly became aware of the fact that Reyna and Jason had stopped their little reunion and were looking at them instead.

But that didn't bother her, she'd found the one guy she wanted to meet, the reason she'd been helplessly wandering through the US for what was the better half of the past year. She just kept walking.

He probably doesn't even remember me, she thought, I'll just be another messenger from the infamous Greek camp.

She kept walking, maybe he even has a new girlfriend. Having no memory, he probably didn't even have a load of baggage attached to his load, and from the good looks he seems to have sprouted, I think ANY girl would have wished to have a ride on his disco stick.

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME? She thought.

But then, it was just over, the moment had finally come. They were face-to-face, not even an arm's length apart.

He breathed out, and she took in a deep breath, taking in the scent of sea mint that seemed to hang around him. Oh great, now I'm acting like one of those lousy romantic damsels in those damned romantic-flicks directors loved to make.

She actually felt ashamed of the number of those pig-shit movies she'd watched in the previous few months and the number of times she'd wished all memory of them would come out with her shit the next mornin- Okay, that was disgusting just thinking about it.

But for now, she had better things to worry about than her potty.

She thought about all those things those long-separated couples said to each other in those movies after they reunited, but all that seemed to have left her and gone away right then.

And she said something really stupid.

"Like that bed-sheet?"

For a horrible moment she thought he'd forgotten her.

Then he suddenly cocked his head sideways and gave her the best smile in the world.

"And I thought you'd never say 'Hi', Wise Girl."

Yeah, she was definitely going to have his wang that night.

Liked it? Hope you did. I'll update this soon, with the next chappie!

~THA musIc GuY

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