Hello, this is my second fic so far. Okay, so this fic is going to be a short one-shot about our favourite leader. Yep, you've guessed it - Jay! This is about the need to save the world and blah blah blah. Please review, it would make my day brighter than it was before. No writer hates reviews. Hmm, please let me know whether I should continue or not - I have in mind some ideas about other one-shots I could write about our favourite leader as well, some, hmm, involving his friends and his, ahem, one true love... So please review and let me know what you think and whether I should continue!

Disclaimer: I don't claim to own Class of the Titans. Well, unfortunately.

To Save the World

It was clear and vivid in his mind, as clear as though it was just yesterday. That incident that sparked everything.

It had been a cool, windy morning, the perfect day to go sailing. The skies were an azure blue, fluffy clouds drifted above and the sea was relatively calm and the waves peaceful.

He was sailing - in fact, a sailing instructor to be exact. Leading a bunch of kids to sail was one of the most relaxing and enjoyable jobs ever.

And then, something happened that would change everything.

A huge, towering giant appeared. Menacing, tall and ugly, it had tried to catch him. Fortunately, he had been saved by a looney-looking man (sorry, Hermes) and his winged creature - a griffen.

And it was explained to him he was part of a team, 7 heroes that would save the earth from destruction. And he, would be their leader.

It all seemed ridiculous to him at first. He, a leader? And the god of time, Cronus, was somewhere out there, roaming around and plotting to send the earth to ruins? What a ludicrous idea! His mother might be a Greek, and he might have partially believed in her mythology stories, but this was plain crazy.

But one look at Cronus and his giants dispelled all doubts immediately.

And soon, before he knew it, he was being turned from a reluctant believer to a responsible leader.

The weight of the world was on his shoulders alone. He had to do this well. If he messed up, or let one tiny slip... Cronus might seize this opportunity to take over the world, to throw it into chaos...

Probably no one knew of his terrifying nightmares of which he would wake up, gasping and heart wrenched with fear. Courage, yes he had, but did he have those leadership qualities that his team needed?

Sometimes, the answer was really no.

He'd made mistakes before, big ones and small ones. He would never be good enough to be a leader. It was always his fault that something happened and Cronus got away, or when he'd threw his sword and missed, or when he led his own friends into one of Cronus' sneaky traps. He was, however, grateful for his good friends. They always saved the day, made everything better, while he, on the other hand, stumbled and made everything worse.

Even Neil himself - he had gotten them out of some sticky situations. But him? Nothing. He could sit and think for all day and still not come up with some memory of him mending a predicament they've gotten themselves into. Really, he never contributed much.

All of them had special gifts too - Atlanta was fast, Archie and Theresa could fight, Herry had the brawns and Odie had the brains. Oh, and Neil - he had all the luck. And yet... He had none.

He still remembered vividly the times where he tried to fight back but got knocked away like a small fry while the others charged forward and did some damage.

There were times where he felt useless, weak, powerless - unfitting to be part of the team he had come to love.

But although he wasn't such a good leader, he knew they were friends for life, and nothing could change that.

Now, all he had to do was improve on those leadership skills...