A/N: Hey there! So after writing the Jiper scene in my other story, Annabeth Goes to Goode (which I am not done with by any means), I felt really inspired to start a post-BOO story from Piper's POV-I know a lot of people aren't Piper or Jason's biggest fans, but I feel like that's largely due to the attachment we all have to Percy and Annabeth; they'll always be the first ones we knew. I really love their characters though, especially after the depth added to Jason's history in BOO, soooo yeah. Hope you like it!(:

"Ms. McLean, there are rumors you've been in rehab the past year or so, can you confirm?" "Piper, tell us, is it true you have a secret relationship with Justin Bieber?" "Have you overcome your addictions, or do you plan to return to rehab after your visit?"

The bright lights flash nonstop as I attempt to shield my eyes with one hand, the other clutching my dad's arm as we walk the red carpet. He's never let me come to a premiere before-and now I understand why; I've fought in a war and been attacked by giants with six arms, but this is an entirely new level of hectic. Press of every variety have surrounded us since we stepped out of the car, and numerous fans reach magazines through the throng, pleading with Tristan McLean to autograph them. Tristan McLean: Hollywood's most desirable, star of the newest Pirates of the Caribbean movie, dad extraordinaire.

"You good, Pipes?" He whispers; though my eyes are wide, taking everything in, his are joyful and relaxed-he's definitely in his element.

I nod, "Yeah, I wasn't expecting this, but I can handle it. It's interesting-a day in your life." He grins, and I can hear multitudes of women and a few guys around us swooning.

We're two yards away from the safety of the theater, and just before I reach to open the door he stops abruptly, turning to face the crowd with a dazzling smile. "My attention has been drawn to a host of unsavory rumors, and I would just like to clarify: my daughter has not been in rehab, though I would love and be proud of her even if she had been. Piper has been attending a special program of intensive studies and athletic training in New York, and will continue on with the program for the foreseeable future. Have a good night, everyone, I hope you all enjoy the movie when you have a chance to see it." Without further adieu, he ushers me inside, and we find our seats just as his name appears on the screen, and we're enveloped in darkness.

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"I have to say, Dad, you make a pretty great pirate. I think this was your best one yet."

"You know, Pipes, I like this one too. Although I start filming Herakles next week, and after how King of Sparta was received, I think it'll go well." For once, Hollywood was doing the movie in the original style: Herakles, not Hercules. Just as he raises his key, the door swings open to reveal Samantha, Dad's assistant while Mellie is on maternity leave.

"Mr. McLean! Your dinner is on the table, and the Director of your new movie asked that you call him as soon as possible, he said it's very urgent."

Running a hand through his hair, Dad shoots me a pained look, then begins dialing on his cellphone as he heads to his office.

"And Ms. McLean, you have a visitor. He says his name is Jason? I wasn't sure if it was okay or not, but he seemed to be a good kid, so I have him waiting in the sitting room." Without bothering to thank her I rush to find him; between his travel between the camps and my visiting my dad for the past few weeks, we haven't been together in a month.

"Jason!" I call as I pause in the doorway of the sitting room, hesitant to approach him. He has been with the Romans...what if he's decided to stay with them for good? Aphrodite did say we were a good story...and Greek stories never end well. But my fears and squashed as he stands instantaneously, the scar on his lip nearly disappearing as he smiles at me. "Hey, Pipes."

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"So how is my favorite Pontifex Maximus?" I say quietly as I intertwine our hands, foreheads pressed together.

"Good. Kind of stressed out; there's so much tension and so many unresolved issues from over the eons, but you know, it's good to know I'm making a difference. You really should visit Camp Jupiter with me sometime, Frank makes a wicked praetor, you've got to see him in action."

"Maybe while I'm here I'll check it out one day. It would be nice to be there and not have angry Romans trying to kill me."

He laughs lightly, "Ah, memories. And this time I won't get knocked out! Hopefully."

I raise an eyebrow, "I read some interesting stuff about you and the brick online, you know. The Demigods United website Annabeth helped Percy set up has an entire forum of discussion about Brason."

"I have noticed that. But you know something else?"

"What?"

"The Jiper forum is ten times its size. And I only like brunettes," He says, eyes smoldering.

Just as our lips meet, a throat clears behind me, and I jump up to find my father looking more awkward than I've ever seen him.
"Dad! I-we-what did the director want?"

"There was a change in the cast for the part of Megara, Herakles's wife, and we have our first photo shoot this weekend, he just wanted to make sure I knew everything I needed to."

I nod and stand silently, trying to decide the best way to diffuse the tension, when Jason steps forward boldly. Holding a hand out, he says, "Mr. McLean, my name is Jason Grace. I'm sorry if I intruded, I was just nearby and I hadn't seen Piper in a while so I thought I'd stop by."

"Please, call me Tristan, Mr. McLean is what I hear from the paparazzi. It's not an intrusion at all, you're welcome any time. My daughter speaks very highly of you, Jason. It's nice to finally meet you."

"Likewise, sir. I've seen some of your movies; you're an amazing actor." Jason says, and he visibly relaxes and grasps my hand, confidence restored.

"Thank you. You seem like a good guy, Jason, as long as you keep the kissing my daughter in front of me to a minimum I think we'll get along just fine," he replies with a grin.

"Dad! Don't scare him away," I plead jokingly, blushing to the roots of my hair.

"Come on, Pipes, if he's stuck around for almost a year I think he's willing to put up with me. But I'll leave you two to it, if you need me I'll be in my room. You guys have free reign of the house-don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"Can I die now?"I say, eyes squeezed shut.

"Hey, he seems pretty cool. I mean, I would've preferred to meet him in a less compromising position, but all things considered he was cordial and he doesn't hate me, so that's good."

I smile, "True. What time do you have to head back to Camp Jupiter?"

He scratches the back of his head sheepishly, "I'm not totally sure. Nico brought me here, but he didn't want to wait around for me, so I'll probably have to take a cab or something. I wonder if they take denarii."

"Slow down, Sparky, I'm not letting my boyfriend take a cab when I have a perfectly good car and license I've been itching to use."

His eyes widen, "Car? When did that happen?" I grin, "Belated birthday present, the first day I got here Dad took me to get my license and had the car ready as soon as we got home."

"That's awesome! Especially since we don't have to worry about the ground trying to swallow us up anymore, or crazy giants trying to murder us."

"Did you just say giants?" My dad asks in a whisper, all the blood drained from his face.

A/N: So, what do you think? This was a really spur of the moment idea, so I'm not sure it's at the standard of my usual writing, but I'm definitely hoping to expand upon it and make it something special. Follow, favorite, and review-I want to know what you think and what you'd like to see in upcoming chapters. See you soon!(:

-Kaitie