Hey, first fanfiction here ! Hope you like it, if anyone is reading..it [:

So, yeah..ENJOOOOOY ! Sorry for all the spelling mistakes, and there will be a few !

I don't own the PJO or HOO series, all rights go to Rick Riordon.

I would like to thank ReadingWritingMusic1995 for revising my story!

Percy

YOU COULD CUT THE TENSON IN THE AIR WITH A KNIFE. As the legion gathered in the Fields of Mars, worried glances were exchanged and sky high eyes looked for a warship. Frank and Hazel walked beside me, nervous expressions plastered on their faces.

Who wasn't nervous ? This was the moment that would make or break the fate of the world. The moment the Greeks and the Romans finally meet.

Funnily enough, I wasn't thinking about the fact this could probably be the second Civil War. Or that I was gonna have to fight against them, worst case scenario.

No, instead I was thinking about one person. She wasn't just anyone; she was a gorgeous girl. Curly blond hair she usually tide up in a messy pony-tail, smooth skin, slightly rosy cheeks, startling gray eyes.

To be honest, I would not wanna be on the other side of a knife with her; she could probably whoop my butt (don't tell her I said that). She was intelligent, strong, brave, kind, a leader, my bestfriend and my girlfriend. Annabeth Chase.

"Percy," Hazel questioned, a knowing smile on her lips, "why are you smiling like a moron?"

"Nothing." I answered a bit too quick.

"He was probably thinking about Annabeth again." Dakota teased, turning around to face us. His lips were red, probably from the all the Kool-Aid. His Centurion Badge gleamed on his chest.

"Jeez Hazel, did you even need to ask?" added Frank, smiling at his friend/uncle.

I sighed. No need in denying the truth.

I turned back to gaze at the legion. They'd finished sharing glances with each other and were now all looking to the sky. A few children of Mars were sharpening weapons and some other kids were murmuring strategies to themselves. All the Romans were armed and in formation in case the order was given to attack.

Hazel seemed to pale as she took in the same sight as me. "Are you sure about this?" Her voice was pained.

"Hey, look at me." I grabbed her shoulders and stared into her gold eyes. "Everything is going to be okay."

"But-"

"No buts." I interrupted, letting go of her shoulders and starting forward to stand with Reyna.

"You swore on your life, Percy." Frank said while I was still in earshot. "If anything goes wrong, and I mean the slightest thing, Octavian will jump at the chance to kill you."

"I know." I said stumbling over my toga, which basically looks like a purple bed sheet. I could just about imagine the look on Annabeth's face when she sees what I'm wearing.

I tried to convince Reyna into letting me change but she had been arguing with one teddy murderer at the time. I left it at that and decided a little manly shame wouldn't kill me.

At least kill me worse than Reyna.

"Look other there!" A camper from the third cohort pointed to the sky.

I heard Hazel mutter under her breath, "It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a flying ship!" I wanted to laugh, but focused.

We all followed his gaze and in the distance, sure enough, a warship was flying towards us.

A couple of tense minutes later the ship came into full view; it was huge! It was breathtaking, perfectly shape and sized. Oars glided through the air smoothly and silently. The ship was expertly built and the masthead was a dragon head. Upon closer examination, I realized that it looked like the dragon that had been attacking Camp Half-Blood.

As I continued watching the ship, I couldn't blame my Roman brethren from being alarmed, the ship was terrifying.

"Come on guys. " I said putting my arms round Frank and Hazel's shoulders. "Better late than never."

My two friends gave me forced smiles and I knew they were worried for the legion, and for me if something went wrong. I didn't let it bother me; everything was gonna be okay.

The ship slash awesome flying thing landed with a loud thump. A few seconds later, a boy jumped off the side of the ship and hovered above the ground before landing.

He had blond hair, electric blue eyes, a muscular build, and a scar under his lower lip. He was wearing the orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt, jeans and from what I could make out, a camp necklace with a single bead.

He had a faint aura of power around him. Some campers gasped, some just stood there wide eyed, then there were some who were just plain confused. Beside me Hazel whispered, " It can't be..." and just like that it hit me who this was. Jason, their missing camper, their lost hero, slayer of Krios and former praetor of the Twelfth Legion.

"Umm…hi. " He said, and with that, the camp erupted into a cheer. Some campers rushed up to Jason and hugged him, and some resigned to just gawking at the hero.

I made my way forward, trying very hard to walk without tripping. Seriously, togas? We're teenagers, we should just keep to jeans and t-shirts.

Everyone was silent as a girl in a purple toga, with dark hair and piercing eyes stepped forward. "Jason?"

"Reyna?"

"Welcome home." she said blankly.

He nodded, trying to catch her eyes, except she was staring anywhere but at him. Then his eyes settled on me. They darkened when he saw what I was wearing, which immediately made me feel guilty for taking this guy's position.

"Jason Grace." He said, holding out his hand. His last named startled me. Grace. it sounded familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

"Percy Jackson." I replied, shaking his hand firmly.

"You ready for this?" Jason mumbled out of the side of his mouth.

"Nope." I grinned at Jason's surprised look. "But follow my lead." I turned to face the crowd.

"Romans, lend me your ears!" I yelled, making my voice strong and confident. "Your lost hero, Jason Grace, has returned from another camp. Camp Half-Blood. A camp just like this, except Greek. "

A murmur of nervous whispers escaped the crowd. People started whispering and it sounded a like a wave cascading through the ranks.

"I know what you think about the Greeks," I continued, effectively silencing the other talking, "but you are wrong. They are not weak, deceiving people but strong and brave."

"They took me in," took over Jason, "accepted me, cared for me. And now they are here to unite us, to fight as one!"

People started nodding in the crowd and I was impressed by Jason's speech. He rallied his friends and made them want to see this through. Jason looked at me and I continued.

"We are uniting so we can defeat Gaea. I know she has been asleep for decades, but she is awakening. Her sons are rising; they plan to kill the gods, by ripping up their roots. Meaning the original Mount Olympus."

"They plan to destroy western civilization." Jason said. "But Juno took action. She swapped two leaders, from two different camps. I was sent to Camp Half-Blood, while Percy was sent here. This exchange was meant to be the introduction of Romans and Greeks to each other again, to learn to trust each other."

"We must travel across the lands to defeat the Earth goddess and her giant children. We must fight together." I finished.

The Romans cheered and nodded. I sighed in relief as the Romans began putting away their weapons. Jason and I had done it. We'd reached out and made nice with each other's camp.

"Well done you two." Reyna said as she sidled up to us. "You make a good team."

Jason and I shared a friendly smile before he turned back to his family.

"People of Rome," he bellowed, "meet some of my new friends."

He turned around and shouted in Greek, "Come on down!"

A door on the side of the ship slid open. A girl walked down first. She had choppy chocolate colored hair that fell down to her shoulder. She was very pretty dressed a snowboarding jacket over her camp t-shirt. She beamed at the waiting crowd and was followed by the guy from the message. The one that looked like Sammy.

I glanced over at Hazel. She was pale, surprise written all over her face. She was clutching Frank's hand as if her life depended on it. I couldn't understand what she must be feeling and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder to let her know I was there for her.

Sammy-look-alike was also wearing an orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt, except in was covered in oil and grease. His jeans were sporting a burn hole he was trying to hide and his hair looked singed and smoking.

On the other side of Jason another girl strolled down confidently. She was wearing a Camp Half-Blood t-shirt and some skinny jeans. She had curly blond hair, the curls like a princess's, which fell over her shoulders and dazzling gray eyes. She was absolutely beautiful. I had to catch my breath; it was Annabeth Chase, my girlfriend.